RENESMEE'S P.O.V
When I wake up this morning, I feel a little... Odd. My stomach churns and I immediately run out of bed in a rush to get to the bathroom, and I get there just before I throw up in the sink. But when I am doubling over the bowl I get the cringing taste of copper in my mouth.
Holding my stomach, I realise not puke is coming out of me, but blood.
"Renesmee, are you ok?" Jake calls from the bedroom.
I can't tell him in throwing up blood, he would freak. Instead of pushing myself to answer with a spoken response, I tune into his brain and send him the return to his question.
'Jake, I think we need to see Carlisle.'
In a flash he runs into the bathroom and makes his way to hold my hair, but when he sees I'm chucking up blood he steps back a few steps with mouth dropped to the floor.
Nevertheless, he returns to his previous oblige and (trying not to gag) rubs my back and holds my hair away from my clammy beck while I finish puking up blood. When I am done being sick, I feel too drained and weak to do anything but drop to the floor, my eyesight going blurry.
I faintly hear Jacob calling before I let my eyelids shut and let darkness consume me.
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JACOB'S P.O.V
In the distance I hear the faint sound of what sounds like- relatively violent- puking. With a groan I open my eyes to reveal a Ness-less bed. My eyebrows stitch together as I try to think where she could be. We both fell asleep in her bed last night so It puzzles me where she is.
Unless these horrible sounds of gagging is her.
I almost jump out of bed and do a quick check of the bedroom just to see if she is here.
"Renesmee, are you ok?" I call out after realising that Nessie is not in her bedroom. My keen ears wait for a response but no words are said. Instead, Ness sends me a message that turns my blood blue.
'Jake, I think we need to see Carlisle."
That's when I make a bolt for the bathroom where I can only think any injury or 'problem' would end her up. Sure enough, Ness is standing turned away from me as her shoulders lean over the sink, followed by more familiar gagging noises.
All I know for sure, Renesmee is suffering once again with morning sickness. I rush over to hold her hair away from her vomiting mouth, but then I see what is in the sink and almost have a heart attack.
There isn't sick in the sink, but blood.
Why is Ness puking up blood? She's only a few weeks into her pregnancy. This never happened to Bella. Carlisle said she would be fine.
I put all those thoughts aside and force myself to stand by Nessie and comfort her as she continues to upchuck pure blood. I don't know what to do though, I can't just stop her or abandon her to get Carlisle.
So I suck it up like a real husband should do and- holding my breath- brush the sweaty hair off her neck and face and hold it away with my hands. I whisper reassuring and motivational things to her but I don't think she can hear me.
Finally her puking stops an turns to heaves of air. I see in her body posture that she is starting to go unconscious so I try to grab onto her shoulders but she slips right out of my grasp and onto the floor.
"Ness!" I drop to the ground with her and save her head from crashing to the ground just in time. I feel her forehead for any absurd temperature, and I find that her skin is boiling hot. I fight through the burn it gives my blood and hold her limp head.
"Baby, open your eyes. Come on Ness; stay with me. Please." I plead but her eyes still hover shut, but not completely closed. I cuss under my breath and pull out my phone I left in my sweats pocket from yesterday. With Carlisle on speed-dial, I press number seven and hold the phone to my ear, gently lowering Nessie's flaccid body to the bathroom floor but keeping a firm grip on her hand.
Carlisle answers after the third ring, clearly he doesn't know the situation we are in right now.
