Dying Doesn't Seem So Cruel

I stirred and opened my eyes. The room that met my gaze was not, in any way, mine. I looked around but still had no idea of where I was. Until I saw the view outside. The wide expanse of forest alerted me of my location: the Cullen's house. But whose room was I in?

"Oh, you're awake."

"Um, yeah. Emmett, why'm I here?"

"You fell asleep in my car."

"Okay. That was yesterday at one. It's now...nine in the morning."

"You looked too much like an angel for me to wake you."

I gazed at him. "Where'd you stay all night?"

"I worked on the car for a while, played basketball, hunted. Then came back in here to watch you dream."

"Oh."

"Edward says your dreams were good."

"He saw them?" I screeched.

"Is that bad?"

"He's got more blackmail against me."

"Dahlia, calm down. He won't blackmail you. He wouldn't sink that low."

"I hope not."

Emmett cracked a grin. "So what were your dreams about anyway?"

"They're private."

"Were they about Jasper?"

"Ew, no!"

"Alice?"

"No."

"Carlisle?"

"Dude, he's, like, way too old. No!"

"Esme?"

"No!"

"Edward?"

"No!"

"Me?"

"No."

"Then who?"

'Privacy is something I cherish."

"I see."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes at his wide smirk.

"You can keep that shirt."

"What?"

I looked under the blankets and found I was wearing nothing but a large t-shirt---his t-shirt---and my underwear. A blush flooded my cheeks, and I dropped the duvet.

"How-where-what-when-did-I'm so confused."

"One question at a time."

"How'd I get into this?"

"Alice."

"Where are my clothes?"

"Over there on that chair."

"When did this happen?"

"Sometime while I was hunting."

"So you weren't around?"

"No."

"Oh. Okay."

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really. I honestly don't feel too good."

"Lie back down. I'll have Carlisle check on you."

"Thank you, Emmett."

"You're welcome. Get some sleep."

"Oh, hey? Do my parents know I'm here?"

"Yes. Esme called them last night and asked if you could spend the night. They said yes."

"Okay."

Within minutes, I was back asleep.