Nightshift 47: Stairwell by Nurse's Station 1-B

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His fingers were sticky with his own (stolen) blood when he tested the wound with tentative pressure. It hurt like hell. Edward imagined it was akin to getting his arm ripped off, except that could be reattached and wouldn't be oozing a coagulated mixture of blood and venom. The bandages had actually began to fray from the venom.

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As Bella got closer, she saw how bad off Edward really was. Leaning against a wall, panting for breath ... terror flooded her, and she gripped tightly onto the medical kit, moving towards him quickly.

"Edward, what are you doing?" she cried out, moving up the stairs so she could stand in front of him and block his path (not that she was a very good wall, but still.) "You should be in your room!"

The scent of blood hit her again, and a wave of nausea flooded her entire body. She had been able to stomach it that night out of necessity, but now ...

Breathing in a sharp breath, Bella looked down at Edward with her face pale and pleading. "Please, Edward. Let's go back to your room. I'll help you."

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When she came from behind him, his mind was already quick to chastise him - idiot, stupid, fool vampire. He was worse than just humans; humans, at least, were used to their senses. He couldn't operate with such weak smell, touch, sight. It was crippling. His lack of empathy, at least, could be overlooked at just being cold. He could have missed her, she could have been hurt or bleeding or dying and he never would have found her -

If it had been anyone else who had asked that particular question, his scathing reply would have been quick and just that: scathing. Instead, he simply responded with, "Looking for you." Did she really think he would be content to wait for her? If that was the case, she really didn't know him that well

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Of course he had come looking for her. Bella frowned as he spoke, shaking her head. "I didn't mean to take so long, I wanted to at least get to you before you got far

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Biting back his skepticism, he did as he was told. Though he only rested a small percentage of his weight on her, it did help; the pressure came off the wound as soon as he stood up moderately straight. This position would only need to be held for a moment, anyway. She was so warm

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She could not believe that he was doing the entire thing all by himself. She didn't even have time to interject - that she could help him, that she could do it - due to the shock of his persistence to do it himself, and before she knew it he was done and bandaged up. "Edward, I could have helped you," she told him, feeling somewhat annoyed that he didn't even ask for her help this time, or even expect her to help. He just ... did it.

Bella let out a dejected sigh, watching as he moved away from her and back to the wall. Was he so upset with her that he didn't even want to ask for her assistance?

Augh.

"Are you seriously that angry at me that you don't want me to help you?" she grumbled, crossing her arms under her breasts as she diverted her gaze away from him. Honestly, it hurt that he didn't even bother to ... whatever, she was over it.

"Fine," Bella told Edward, holding her hands up in a mock defeat. "That's still not going to stop me from helping you though, you know."

And to prove her point, she moved down the stairs next

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