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He shifted his weight, throwing his good leg off the bed as if he were going to try to stand.What are you doing? I demanded through the tears. Lie down, you idiot, you’ll hurt yourself! I jumped to my feet and pushed his good shoulder down with two hands. He surrendered, leaning back with a gasp of pain, but he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me down on the bed, against his good side. I curled up there, trying to stifle the silly sobs against his hot skin.
Stephenie Meyer