I Fell In Love With A Cullen

NINE

"Wake up, Britton," Sam said shaking me. "Huh?" I mumbled rubbing my eyes. "We're here," he whispered. I sat in his arms looking around. We were approaching the Cullen's house. Carlisle opened the front door as we walked up to the front porch. "Good evening Sam, Britt," he addressed us. I slid out of Sam's big arms. "I'll be back to pick you up later." He told me.
   I nodded and followed Carlisle upstairs.  I said hello to his family and we went up to his office. Well more like hospitals room. He had a hospital bed with tubes and wired and all kinds of stuff. "May I call my father to let him know where I am?" I asked as he started preparing his tools. "Sure," he said.
Dad? Hey baby. I'm over at the Cullen's. Dr. Carlisle wanted to start the treatment today. I don't know when I'll be home since I don't know how long this will last. Okay, I love you. Love you too. His voice cracked at the end breaking my heart.
   "Okay, before I start. I was wondering if I could learn a little more about you?" He asked. "Sure, what would you like to know?" I asked him. "How old are you?" He asked me. "14," I replied. "That's young. When's your birthday?" He wondered. "In six and half months," I swallowed. I won't be alive for my fifteenth birthday.  
    "Oh," he whispered. "Where were you born?" He asked me. "London, my parents died in a suicide bombing. My foster caregiver knew Charlie," I explained. "I lived in London as well. Back in the 1600's that is," he added.
   "Well, let's get started," he said.

     I sat up in the hospital room, wearing my dress that I changed into since my other outfit had dirt and tear stains on it. I sat up straight, my body stiff, as Carlisle stuck another needle in me. "Okay, all done. I will see you back here next week," he said walking her to the front door.

    Five Months Later

    Bella knows everything now. She knows about the Cullen's. She knows I'm dying. She knows about werewolves. I have three weeks left to live. I'm extremely sick. All I do is sleep and throw up. Tomorrow's Bella's birthday. Tomorrow is my last day until I'm in bed rest. I practically live at the Cullen's now. Jasper and Edward and I have come a lot closer. I stopped going to school. Charlie still visited me everyday when he got home from work. Bella was over a lot more too.
    I laid in the hospital bed, my eyes drifting closed. I heard the door click open as someone danced their way into my room. "Not hungry," I said with my eyes closed. "Plead, you need to eat something Britt," Jasper begged. "All I do is throw it back up," I clarified. "I'll just leave it here then," he told me. He set down the tray of food picking up the one from before which laid untouched.
    I let out one cough, thinking that was it. But I went into a coughing fit. I sat up my back arched as I started coughing terribly. Red splattered from my mouth as I started coughing hysterically. I was coughing up blood. Everywhere. "Help. Someone," I chocked out in a weak voice.
    The door flew open as Emmett vamp sped into the room. "Oh god," he mumbled. "Carlisle!" Carlisle ran upstairs straight to her bed. "Emmett get me a bucket," he ordered. Emmett ran over and handed me a bucket which I threw the blood up into.
   He fiddled with my wires for a few seconds. He though open a cabinet and pulled out a big needle. He stuck a tube on the end and flipped on a machine before sticking it into my arm, hard. I let out a fierce scream before choking again. "Emmett, let's go," Carlisle said shooing him out of the door before following him out. He shut the door behind him leaving me alone as darkness welcomed me with open arms.