“Cain, stop. Yes, Carlisle has checked me over.”

“And?” He prompted me when I took a dramatically long pause.

“And, I have fractured two ribs and have internal bruising and bleeding in different areas on my stomach and back. So I have been told to rest for a couple of days and lots of ice.”

“Fucking hell, Bells. Never a dull moment with you around, is there?” I chuckled at his comment; but it quickly faded and he hastily changed the subject.

“So, the old codger is coming back in a couple of days, so I thought we could take him out for dinner when he gets back. No doubt he will want the low down on everything that happened while he has been away. And he will ask about your, urmm, fall. Plus, I can’t cook.”

“First of all, he’s not that old. Second, taking him out would be nice. And third, neither can I.” I took a long pause and I could tell I had to end the conversation before it got any more awkward and he started asking questions. “Listen, I’m using Edward’s mobile so I have to go.”

“Oh, okay honey. What time will you be back?” Fuck. Ing. Hell. I was now faced with a choice. Stay here, be looked after by a professional and feel completely safe. Or. Go home, act like nothing has happened, do absolutely anything to protect the only brother I had left but feel like a prisoner waiting for execution. I had no choice. I was going home. I was going to do my best to keep Cain from any harm.

“Bella? You still there?” I had totally forgotten he was on the other end of the phone.

“What? Yeah, sorry. Urmm. I’ll be home about 11:00pm. Is that okay?”

“Course it is. Can’t wait to see you again. I have missed you so much Bella. I know I have a lot of making up to do, for missing out on all of those years, and I don’t really know where to start, because I am a guy and…”

“Cain,” I began, laughing at his feeble attempt, but stopped with a sharp exhale. The pain in which I thought the morphine had taken care off came rushing back. “Yes, you do have a lot of making up to do. Tell you what, you start to make a list of all the things you think I would like to do, and when I come home, have a big mug of streaming hot chocolate and an unopened packet of ginger nuts ready on my bed side table and we’ll go over it. Okay?”
 
“Okay, that sounds great. Love you.”