Edward
The next day after I had gotten discharged from the hospital I discovered that my blood was proving to be a bit difficult to remove from our light wooden floors. I did not really mind it but Vasili was adamant that they got ripped out and replaced. Luckily I could afford a short notice repair and a crew was there an hour before I left the hospital. By the time we got home you would not even say that there had been an incident.
Timothee was with Amanda and Marco therefore we did not have to worry about the little guy being home alone. We took the elevator to the top floor to our bedroom and I was extremely happy just to be laying down again. The pain was being a bitch now that we were home and even though I was not one to whine. I was whining my arse off.
"I'm going to die," I breathed out as Vasili ran around looking for my pain medication. "I haven't even completed my will and testimony yet. I should call my lawyer."
