EPOV
“I’m fine, Edward!”
I pinched the bridge of my nose as Jasper threw his hands up in the air in exasperation – or rather, he tried and flinched, hugging his torso as his ribs protested. Rosalie and Emmett had stopped by earlier to check up on us. They’d left after we’d sat down and eaten lunch. Jasper had been putting on a brave face for all of us, claiming he felt fine and was going to be okay. He flat out refused to talk about their parents, though Rosalie had tried to coax him into a conversation about them.
He hadn’t let me help him get dressed, either, insisting on taking care of himself. That I could understand, in part at least. Because every time I saw his injuries, it felt like I had failed him somehow, and I knew I didn’t hide those feelings very well. His bruises were darker, angrier; he was stiff and sore even if he claimed the contrary – it was obvious in the way he moved his body. He was being stubborn in trying to show me that he was fine and could manage, that he was stronger than I thought he was. I guess he didn’t realize that I felt he was the strongest man I’d ever met.