Connor
"I told you to come in an hour," I grumbled as I tried to stand up from my bed. I grabbed my crutches and balanced myself looking at Edward as he grabbed my bedspreads and changed them for new ones. "You don't have to do that."
He gave me a glare, "Connor, love, I just gave you my blood. I don't care if you're gross or the fact the room currently smells a little like cat litter." I burst out laughing at that. He walked over to me and gave me a small kiss. "I'll ignore the fact your breath is questionable too."
I shoved him away from me and made my way to the bathroom. "I hate you so much right now. Go wait outside."
"Are you sure you don't want me to bathe you? The scrubbing you need is a two man job!"
