||You walked into the hospital, worry spread through your body. There had been a fight, and now Edward was in the hospital. The receptionist told you to go to room 323, the room Edward was in. As you put your hand on the doorknob, you prepared yourself for what you could find. Inside, you saw Edward laying in the hospital bed, a broken leg and left arm, and a bandage on his right arm and one around his head.(plus possibly some nonvisible injuries.) You heard the heart monitor beeping, the machine that beep with every heartbeat. As soon as Edward saw you, he sat up, groaning in pain.||

"Hey there-!"

||You saw him wince in pain, still hurt from his injuries.||

||He turned to look at you, a big smile on his face. "Did you see the fight? I was pretty cool!" He seriously thought that fighting a kid bigger than him and getting seriously hurt was cool, does he have ANY idea how worried you were?! More importantly, DOES HE EVEN CARE ABOUT HIS HEALTH?!||