Well, I got a few reviews telling me to slap a nurse, so that'll be at the end of the story as a bonus chapter. What are we gonna name the nurse, though? Gimmie ideas! I have not had surgery, but my mom has, and she told me this is what they do to you when you have surgery. If it's wrong, sue her.

It has been brought to my attention that I may offend people by the way I made the narrator sound, so I changed it. My bad if I offended anyone.

Props to PeanutCullen for the underwear idea. This goes out to you!

On with the story!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned it so much...

"Alice called," he said.

I hadn't thought about that.

Before I could even think of something else to say, he had me in his arms and we were back in the room.

"By the way," he said, "I must say, you're Happy Bunny underwear is very cute."

"Exuse me?!"

"I saw them while you were running. Or were you in such a hurry that you forgot to pull you're gown back?"

"OH GOD!" I yelled, throwing the blanket over my face.

"What are you doing?"

"YOU SAW MY UNDERWEAR! I'M SO EMBARASSED!"

"Bella, you're going to strain you're throat if you keep this up," Carlisle said, entering the room.

"Hey Carlisle. What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to put you to sleep."

I glared at Edward.

"Hey," he said, defending himself, "If you kept this up, we'd be here all week and you'd still have those overused tonsils in your throat."

Well, okay, he had a point.

Carlisle walked over and picked up the tube that came out of the IV.

He took the dirty needle out of it and placed a sanatized needle in it's place. Then he walked over to me. I didn't even try to fight him off as he stuck it back in my arm. Then he put some stuff in the IV pouch. After about 30 seconds, I rubbed my eyes.

"Carlisle, is my vision supposed to be all blurry now?"

"Yes, it's normal."

He fiddled with the bed and then pushed it. I rolled effortlessly into the hall. He pushed it some and rolled it into an operation room. My vision was so blurry, I couldn't tell who anyone was. Someone put a mask over my face and told me to take deep breaths. I complied and within seconds, I was asleep.

Timecard: 5 HOURS LATER (NARRATOR DICTATES WITH A CLEARLY FAKE BRITISH ACCENT)

I opened my eyes and swallowed a little. Then I groaned. Man my throat was killing me.

"Bella?"

My eyes traveled to my personal Adonis. I smiled. "Hey."

My voice cracked and I grimaced.

"Do you want some ice cream?"

He handed me a plastic container filled with strawberry ice cream. I reached for it and dipped the spoon in it. The ice cream did numb my throat a little bit, and I turned my head toward him.

"I thought you couldn't eat anything for 6 hours after a surgery."

"When you get your tonsils taken out, you get all the ice cream you want becasue you have to stay here for a week."

"So I get all the ice cream I want for a week?!"

He nodded. I glared at him.

"Why didn't you tell me that before?! I wouldn't have put up a fight!"

"Really?" He cocked his head to the side. "Why not?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE ICE CREAM! DUH!"

Yeah, so I know this last chapter sucked, and it's really short, but I had to get this chapter in before Christmas or I'd never remember to do it. I'm makin' a story where Renesmee goes to the hospital with appendisitis(Sp?). But she's not as clutzy as Bella, so she actually makes it out of the hospital. Just wait. Next chapter is tho bonus chapter where nurses get slapped.

HAVE A MERRY FRIKIN' CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!