Rating: PG because Edward says a worty-dird. :p
Short summary: I was terribly bored and in the mood to write something, and this is the result. Basically Edward's musings while sitting in the hospital with Bella at the end of "Twilight". (And, also, redhead_rampant, I never would have posted this if it weren't for you and your excellent beta-ness!)
Disclaimer: All belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Bow in reverence, bitches.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, that primal beast I thought to be long since under control reawakened with a vengeance.