BELLA'S POV

I made up my mind to stand up on my feet and dragged myself out of the room. Staying in bed wasn’t helping, the pain was only getting worse and the hunger was beginning to feel like claws scraping the inside of my stomach. If I didn’t eat something soon, I knew I would faint in my sleep, and waking up on the floor again wasn’t something I wanted to experience twice.

The moment I stood up, my head spun violently. I reached out quickly, grabbing the edge of the bedside table. My fingers shook as I held on, my breathing uneven. I tried again, taking one slow...