I DID NOT WRITE THIS, I JUST WANTED IT ON MY PHONE
August 8th, 2007 — 7:30 AM - (Edward POV)
I rubbed her back slowly and softly as she leaned her cheek against my chest. She was breathing in gasps, and her small body was shaking. I could barley stand to see her in this kind of pain, but I knew there was nothing I could do for her.
And it frustrated me.
"Bella, sweetheart, I want you to see Carlisle today," I whispered quietly, still rubbing small circles on her back; she simply shook her head.
"It's just the flu."
I winced as she said this, but tried not to let my emotions show as I filled a small bathroom cup with water and handed it to her; she took it with shaking hands and sipped a few times until she was confident that the remainders of her breakfast would stay down. Seconds later, she handed me the empty cup.
"I would feel better if you saw a doctor—it doesn't have to be Carlisle, anyone will do."
I was desperate now.
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine," I argued, sighing and rolling my eyes at the yellow tile walls.
Stubborn Bella.
"I said I'll be fi—" As she spoke, she stiffened in my arms, then bolted toward the toilet again. I followed her, and as soon as she had finished ridding herself of her pancakes and bacon, she leaned back against me again.
"I will physically haul you to a doctor if you don't volunteer," I said, and she knew I would.
So, instead of protesting, she sighed.
"Give me two days."
I glared at her, though I wasn't mad; I was concerned and worried. "One day."
"A day and a half."
I rolled my eyes.
"All right. But if you're still feeling like this by ... " I quickly checked my watch and calculated the time in my head, " ... tomorrow afternoon, I'm taking you to see Carlisle whether you like it or not, all right?"
"Mmm hmm."
I kissed her on the forehead, and, after helping her into clean pajamas, I picked her up in my arms and carried her back to her room. For once, she didn't protest at being carried like she usually did, and that alone made me worry more. But as I was about to walk to the other side of the room to situate myself in the rocking chair for another long day, she grabbed onto my shirt and whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear.
"Stay with me."
I simple smiled and moved to lay beside her. She pressed her body against mine, and I willingly wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me.
" ... love you, Edward."
I didn't know whether she was talking in her sleep, or whispering me a final message before she fell into a deep slumber, but I really didn't care.
I kissed her forehead once more.
"Love you, too, Bella."
August 8th, 2007 — 9:30 PM - (Bella POV)
The pink line glared at me.
I glared right back.
And I was sure that Alice had started to rub off on me—in a bad way—when I briefly considered the fact that the pink line clashed with the yellow floor tile more important than the meaning of said pink line.
