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Physical Therapy

Summary:
After Bella's terrible accident, she's left with major, lasting injuries. As a result, Edward wants her to see a Physical Therapist. What new disasters will Bella get herself into this time?Physical Therapy Banner


Notes:
This is gonna be several chapters long, so please keep checking back for updates. I might be slow though, so sorry in advance!


2. Horrified

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1154   Review this Chapter

Edward’s POV

It was the next morning, and Bella had awoken in a sour mood. When she woke up, she refused to speak to me, and glared at me all while I helped her change and get into her chair. It was quite unlike her, and this face instantly worried me. She never ignored me like this before, even after I had left her. I couldn’t think of anything that I could have done to upset her so much, but when I asked her what was bothering her, she simply rolled her eyes at me. I had to wait until I had her loaded into Carlisle’s Mercedes (I hadn’t gotten around to buying a new permanent car for myself yet, I was still mourning my Volvo). When she finally conceded to speak to me, she further surprised me by sounding, not angry, but worried.

“Edward, how much did I talk last night?”

I could feel my face contorting into a mask of confusion over such a random question. “Um, you talked about as much as usual, I suppose. Why do you ask?”

“I want to know what you heard. Exactly what you heard, no alterations, please.”
“You complained about Alice and her wedding plans, you grumbled a bit about the weather, you said my name several times over…”
“Anything else?”
I knew what she was getting at by this point. She didn’t want me to know the reason behind her acquiescence to go to the doctor. If I thought I would get away with not telling her she spoke about this, I would have lied, told her she had said nothing else. But I could never lie to my Bella. “You…sort of explained why you agreed to this.”

I looked out of the corner of my eye to see her reaction. She was looking out of her window, leaving her face hidden. There were a few moments of silence. And then, “I’m sorry, Edward.”

Bella’s POV

I nearly thought that Edward was going to drive off of the road when I apologized to him. He certainly seemed to forget that he was driving, as he took his eyes completely off of the road, which would have caused him to rear end the older woman in front of us, had I not reminded him with a low scream. Luckily for him, his reflexes were good enough to allow him to hit the brakes quickly enough to stop the car. I could have sworn I heard him cursing under his breath before he turned his attention back to me.

“Bella, what in the world do you think you have to be sorry for? I’m the one who should apologize, I obviously haven’t made it clear to you how perfect you really are. Especially in my eyes. Even if you were to never walk again, I would still love you with everything that I am. I just want what I think is best for you.”

I sighed. Of course this was all his fault. He always made it out to be that way. “Edward, you haven’t done anything wrong. You never do. Never have, never will. You know I am just paranoid. And that’s why I am sorry. Because I knew that if you heard that you would blame myself. So promise me that you wont beat yourself up for this? Please?”

He didn’t answer me. Instead, he took my hand in his and gently placed a kiss on it.

The rest of the drive was quite, but comfortably so. Edward knew that I was still tired, since I haven’t been able to get to sleep easily with my injuries being such a pain. I think I may have drifted off, but I couldn’t be sure. One moment I had been looking out the rain soaked window, the next Edward was gently setting me in that infernal chair of mine. I felt old, like Billy. He must hate having to always be in his chair…

Edward wheeled me into the reception area of the office. I guess it was decorated to be calming, but no amount of fake plants and old wallpaper can hide what this place really was- a legalized torture chamber. I couldn’t help but grimace as I pictured what hideous contraptions I would be forced into dealing with in order to walk again. Unfortunately, no one would be here to rescue me from this. Edward was only too happy to make me walk again, and the receptionists would be of no help. Edward was already dazzling one of them, and the others kept glancing up from their work more often then they should have to see who had come in with the cripple.

I quickly lost interest in watching the reactions of the other females to my fiancé. I had seen it often enough to know that they were all but drooling over him, and as soon as they thought he was out of earshot, they would begin the gossip frenzy. I started focusing on the other patients there instead. There was a good deal of middle ages people here, mostly on crutches or being pushed in wheelchairs by who I assumed to be their spouses. In one corner was a child that looked to be about seven or eight with his arm in a sling. I pitied him. No little kid should have to deal with this. Honestly, I knew little about physical therapy for any injuries, but I had heard that it was a pretty painful process.

During my observations of the other people in the waiting room, I hadn’t noticed Edward becoming agitated. It was only once he swiftly turned me away from the check in desk to the waiting room, in a barely human pace, that I realized that anything was wrong. He wheeled me an open spot, sat in a chair next to me, and began pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. I knew that look. Something had happened and he really did not like it.

“Edward, what happened? What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong is that the humans in this establishment are completely, inexorably…” I couldn’t understand the rest of what he said. What I had understood had sounded very much like a growl, and I assumed the rest was said at a pitch low enough to escape my hearing.

“Umm, what?”

Edward suddenly moved so that he was kneeling in front of me. He took my face in his hands, and gently angled it so that he would be looking me directly in the eye, “Bella, the receptionist refuses to allow me to go in to see the doctor with you, since I’m not a blood relative, nor your husband. I’m sorry love, you have to do this on your own. But I’ll be right here waiting for you. I promise. Please stay calm, everything will be fine.”

So that was the problem. I had to go through whatever torture I was sentenced to deal with. Without any help from the only one who would care.