"I told her about Freddie; she said she had much the same reaction to Pat Benatar."
Bella snickers. "Okay. I'm not gonna count Charlie out yet, if that's all."
And she pulls out her phone and dials.
Bella absently cards her fingers through his hair with her spare hand while she holds the phone. "Hi, Mr. Weber. This is Bella Swan -" Pause. "Yes. I was hit by a car. But I'm awake, and - thank you, Mr. Weber, but leading your congregation in a prayer for me isn't necessary, I'm going to be fine in a few weeks. Well, if it makes you feel better. Mm-hm. Can I talk to Angela, please?"
"Thank you, Mr. Weber." Pause. "Hi, Ange-" Pause. "Aw, thank you. If you still want to give me the card you can bring it by my house if you want. I'm recuperating at home. I also need my assignments until I'm ready to go back to school. Can I ask you to get them for me?" Pause. "Thanks, Angela, you're the best. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."
"She got me a card and got like forty people to sign it," Bella laughs. "I think that's relatively customary when one is hospitalized."
"Actually caring about people is cute in general?" Bella asks, cocking her head. "Or displaying actual care by means of a card is?"
"Tonight, chicken. Tomorrow, plans. The day after, more plans - to take over the world!"
"I think my brain has decided that you are my pet," she says, pausing with her hand still on his head. "I'm genuinely uncertain if that would bother you or not."
"Well," she says. "I'm still not sure if you're just playing along because you think it's funny, or wholeheartedly agreeing to be my pet human." Pause. "If I wanted a cat, I would have one. Renée reacts to Humane Society advertisements so intensely that I have to change the channel for her when they come on. Had to, I mean. I hope Phil figures that out before she adopts a one-legged dog or something."
"If being your pet means you keep petting me, then hell yes, I will be your pet."
"I mean, what's it mean to be your pet, anyway?"