Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Sixteen

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter 116

When I came to, I was in Bella's bed. It was dark out and I ached. Everywhere. "Fuck," I groaned as I tried to sit up.

"Hold up, Evander Holyfield," Emmett snickered.

"I gotta pee, Emmett," I snapped.

"You will. You just need your crutches," he replied. He handed me a pair of metal crutches. I eyed them warily. "It'll be tough for you to move since you've got four cracked ribs in addition to the injury on your leg and two broken knuckles."

"I'd rather crawl," I said flatly. "How did I get up here?"

"Doc and I carried you. Bella insisted you stay up here in her room," he answered. "And if you're wondering, she's fine and well, turning into Aunt Renee. She's cleaning everything and cooking up a storm to ease her anxiety. She's been a wreck for the past two days."

"I've been asleep for two days?" I asked.

"Yeah. Doc gave you a healthy dose of anesthetic when he tended to your stab wound. Then, after he and I carried you up here, he gave you another dose, along with a pain killer."

"Why do I feel like I've been run over by a herd of elephants?" I grumbled.

"Because you haven't had another pain killer since Doc injected you the night before last," he explained. "Come on. Put your arm around my shoulder. I'll help you to the bathroom. Those things are fucking death traps."

"Crutches?" I chuckled. "Oh, ow. Don't make me laugh."

"Duly noted," Emmett said as he helped me to the bathroom. "Now, don't expect me to hold you schlong while you take a piss."

"I'll survive," I snorted, pushing him out of the bathroom. Leaning on the counter, I huffed out a breath. Looking up, I grimaced at my reflection. My hair was filthy and plastered to one side of my head. My right eye was nearly swollen shut. My lip was split and my cheeks were covered with bruises. On my torso, my ribs were bound with surgical tape. It made it hard to breathe but the extra support felt good. I could see the bruises peeking out of my bandages and they were deep purple. My fists were covered in bruises and two of my fingers were taped together on my left hand. My leg was wrapped in gauze and there was some blood seeping through on the outside of my thigh. I hissed, laying my hand on top of the wound. I hobbled to the toilet and took care of business. I'd never peed so long. It felt almost as good as an orgasm.

"You done, Edward?" Emmett asked.

"Almost," I replied, running my hand through my hair. I felt so gross. Despite being a guy, I was quite fastidious about my grooming habits. There was a quiet knock and I growled. "Emmett, give me..."

Bella walked in and she was red-faced and puffy. She ran toward me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Edward," she sniffled, burying her nose in my chest. "I was so worried."

"I'm here, Little One," I said, nestling my cheek against her sweet smelling hair. "Baby, I need to get back into bed. I'm not a hundred percent and I don't want to fall on you."

"I want to take care of you. I know must feel icky," she said, wrinkling her nose.

"Are you saying that I smell?" I quipped, grimacing at my lame joke and the subsequent pain of laughter.

"Yes, Edward. You stank," she giggled. "We can't get your leg wet but Doc said that the tape around your ribs will be fine. Sit on the edge of the tub with your bad leg draped along the back, by the wall."

She slid my boxer briefs off my body and filled the tub with warm water. She took off her own clothes and picked up a fluffy washcloth along with some of my body gel. Carefully and lovingly, she washed every inch of my body that could be washed. Then, she dried me, giving me a fresh pair of boxer briefs. After that she sat me at her sink, wetting and washing my hair. With my hair and body clean, she called for Emmett, who helped me back into a freshly made bed.

Doc was standing in Bella's room. "How are you feeling, Edward?"

"I'm very sore, Doc," I frowned as I settled in the bed.

"Understandably so. When I took your x-rays, I noticed a number of previous fractures. Some of which were not healed properly," Doc said.

"My father wasn't the nicest man and I was his punching bag," I said flatly. "Anything that I need to be worried about?"

"If you break your arm, right here," he said holding up an x-ray of my left forearm. "You'll have to have surgery to correct it. The bone is very brittle and could easily snap."

"But he's fine now, right Doc?" Bella asked, threading her fingers in my good hand.

"For now. Just take it easy on the left arm, Edward," Doc explained. "Now, your leg is going to take some time to improve. It cut through your muscles and was plunged deep in your thigh. You have to stay off it for at least another day, possibly two. After that, you can begin walking with the aide of the crutches. It's going to hurt as it heals because the muscles are reconnecting along with nerve endings repairing themselves. Do you want something for the pain?"

"Nothing stronger than over the counter," I replied. "I don't like to feel out of control."

"Compromise with me?" Doc asked.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Another shot of pain killers tonight to help with the agony you're feeling. I can see it in your eyes, son. There's probably nothing on you that doesn't hurt," Doc said.

"You're right," I muttered.

"Let me get him something to eat, Doc. Then, you can send him to La La Land," Bella chided. "He hasn't eaten anything since the day before yesterday." She left the room and came back a few moments later with a tray filled with all of my favorite foods. She was mumbling in Italian before she barked for me to eat. I couldn't eat very much since I was in so much pain. I managed to eat half of the lasagna she made along with all of the milk. "Edward, you need to eat more."

"How bad is the pain?" Doc questioned.

"Bad," I said, grimacing. "Food doesn't have the allure as sleeping does."

Bella scowled as Doc injected me with another dose of pain medication. The tray was gone and my eyelids grew heavy. Doc said a few things to Bella and Emmett. I couldn't make them out. Carino was perched on my shoulder, snuggling against my chin. Bella crawled into bed, gingerly wrapping her arms around me. "I can't lose you, Edward," she sniffled. "I love you too much."

I wanted to say it back but my drug-addled brain couldn't compute. I kissed her head before my body gave up and succumbed to the strong medication Doc gave me.

A/N: Who wants them to say their ILYs to each other? I want them to as well, but they're being stubborn. Leave me some lovin, kids! More lovin...faster Edward recovers and the faster they have smexy times. Ya know?

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