Bella sat obediently in the chair that was provided, taking a moment to survey her surroundings as he pottered around doing doctor-y things. Yup, it most definitely had that awful hospital smell, coupled with the bland, sterile decor. Her hand toyed with the makeshift bandage nervously, like a guilty criminal about to confess - before she could take it no longer.
"I kind of have a confession to make" She blurted out, that apple red glow returning to her cheeks. "Its a little embarrassing, but....I'm really bad with uh, blood."
There, she'd said it.
Fear was almost an uncommon emotion for Bella Swan. Sure, she often felt nervous or fretful, but not fear - even in spite of Charlie lecturing her about rapists and murderers, and insisting she carry pepper-spray on all occasions, she rarely felt fearful of anything. Prick her finger however? She'd drop like a fly.
"I know its really silly" She dropped her gaze, feeling sheepish once more. "But the scent of it makes me feel green."