[Rose's P.O.V.]
I had been denied medical treatment for eight years, and I was glad I hadn't been beaten to death the entire time. But this time, I woke up in the pack infirmary, apparently already examined and medicated by a pack doctor.
Edward returned to the infirmary shortly after he left, saying that the doctor had said that I was malnourished and weak, thus needing more sun exposure and calcium. I did not refuse his offer and allowed him to put me in a wheelchair before pushing me out into the garden to get some sun.
The weather was nice today. It was a little hot, but I still enjoyed it. I was usually in the laundry room, kitchen, or cleaning in some corner of the packhouse that I had never had the time to admire such a lovely garden during the day.
