Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Sixty

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter 160

EPOV

I left the hospital, driving to the Paramount Hotel in downtown Portland. My parents had gotten two rooms and I was going to be using one of them tonight. I was secretly looking forward to sleeping on the bed. The recliner in Bella's room was designed for someone Bella-sized. I'm nearly 6'3" and trying to get comfy on that chair was hell on earth. If Bella had a panic attack, I was in bed with her but that wasn't comfortable, either. Her leg was in a cast and she had tubes in her that I didn't want to disturb.

I hated leaving her but was grateful to sleep in a bed.

A king-sized bed.

With fluffy pillows and a down comforter.

Did I mention that there was a king-sized bed?

Once I got upstairs into my room, I collapsed onto the bed, spread-eagled. I sighed contentedly as I rolled around like a moron on the mattress.

"Does the bed meet with your approval, Edward?" Esme asked.

"You have no idea, Mom," I smiled, hugging the pillow to my chest. "I don't have to squish myself to fit on it."

"Well, don't get too comfortable. I made an appointment for you to get your hair cut and a shave in ten minutes."

"I was more than happy to go to Supercuts," I shrugged, getting off the mattress. Sigh.

"Honey, the one time I took you there, you looked awful. You were missing chunks of your hair," Esme frowned, staring at my too-long mane. "It looked like you had mange."

"Now, I look like a damn hippie," I chuckled, pulling my hair back into a tiny ponytail. "Thanks for making the appointment. Perhaps tonight, I'll take my momma on a date."

"I'll wear my best dress," she giggled, hugging me tightly. "I love you, baby. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, returning her embrace. My goal was to initiate physical contact with someone other than Bella twice a day. Hugging my mom was easy. Touching anyone else was a challenge. But, I was getting better. With a kiss to her cheek, I grabbed my wallet and cell phone, going down to the spa. Once I got down there, I was told to change into a robe and put my cell phone and belongings into a locker. Begrudgingly, I did so, following the receptionist into a very soothing room where I started with my shave, having my face groomed by a very adept aesthetician. My cheeks were as smooth as a baby's behind. Next, my haircut was cut and artfully styled into its usual 'just-fucked' look.

I went to pay for my haircut and shave but was told that it was covered by my parents. I forked over some money for a tip and checked my cell phone.

Ten missed calls.

Twenty-three unread text messages.

My heart fell to my stomach and I opened up my phone to read my messages. They were all from Charlie, begging me to come back. Bella was in the throes of a massive panic attack. I called up to my mom, explaining to her the situation and got my Volvo from the valet. I drove like a maniac to get back to the hospital. Parking haphazardly in a handicap spot near the entrance, I sprinted up to the telemetry floor.

I could hear the ruckus as soon as I pushed through the doors. Several voices were shouting over Bella's heartbreaking cries. I ran, full-tilt, to her room and saw four men holding her down forcibly as the doctor tried to inject her with something.

"Back the fuck off," I hissed, displaying my badge and almost pulling my gun.

"Who are you and what authority do you have?" snarked one of the orderlies.

"You're scaring the shit out of her. Back away from her and she'll calm down," I seethed, walking into the room. Her keening wails were shattering my heart. "Don't make me call the chief of the hospital, demanding your jobs." One of the orderlies ignored me and he held Bella's arms, pinning them to the hospital gurney. She screamed, punching him in the nose and flung herself from the bed, causing her screams to morph into ones of pain.

"Get hard restraints!" barked the doctor.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I yelled. "IF you took the time to read her chart, you would have seen that she was abducted and restrained against her will. You're not helping the situation." I fell to my knees and gathered her into my arms. "Shhhh, baby. I'm here. We're going to get you out of here, Little One. I promise." She was covered in vomit and shaking terribly. Charlie looked like he was about to kill all of the people who were there to supposedly help her. Plus, he was shaking, too, obviously freaking out from the harsh reaction his daughter had to the orderlies.

Dr. Cope ran inside and she was shocked at what she saw. "Dr. Shaw, meet me in my office. The rest of you, you're suspended until we can perform an investigation," she sneered.

"We were following protocol," Dr. Shaw stated stiffly.

"Bullshit. You were torturing the poor girl," Dr. Cope growled. "You heard me. GET OUT!" They all scurried out and Bella was clutching at me. "She needs to be examined."

"Not by anyone in this hospital," I snapped. "I want an immediate transfer to Virginia Mason via helicopter. What happened in here was appalling and disgusting. They were restraining her. Four grown men plus that doctor were holding her down. You know what happened. It's no wonder that she was panicking."

"I'm make the arrangements, Agent Cullen," she muttered. "She needs to be cleaned up and her cast needs to be repaired. They will not transfer her in this state."

"I want the head of orthopedics to do her cast and I'll take care of cleaning her up. If that doesn't happen, your name will be added to the malpractice suit," I said, narrowing my eyes at her. She nodded and scurried out of room.

A/N: Remember, this is a work of fiction and I love my drama...I'm not saying this has happened or will happen in a hospital, but I wanted Edward to swoop in like the hero he is. Again.

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