Just letting you all know that I am Australian so some of the words used in this story may be spelt differently to how you would spell them. It's not my fault, that was what I have been taught in school.

I hope you all like this story. It's my first fanfic so be gentle when you review ; )

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, Stephenie Meyer owns all :)


Chapter 1 - Why am I so tired

Why am I so tired? I thought as I stumbled my way through a particularly brutal session of gym. I'd been feeing awfully tired all week, but today I was feeling even more drained than usual. I could barely keep my eyes open during government, and being half asleep in gym was just plain dangerous, for me.

Maybe I was coming down with something. I didn't feel any different than usual, only tired.

I managed to make it to the end of gym without any major injuries. But after I had changed, and was making my way out to the car park I was definitely not feeling very well.

As I got to the car park I saw Edward leaning against the side of his car, looking more like a Greek god than anyone had any right. He opened the door for me and I got in without a word. I had given up on trying convincing him to let me do things myself long ago.

The drive home was short and silent.

"Are you alright?" He asked when we were parked outside Charlie's house. "You look rather pale."

"I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine." I assured him. If he knew I was feeling unwell he would stay with me. And as much as I wanted that I knew he had to go. He had promised to go hunting with Emmett this afternoon, and it had been more than two weeks since his last hunt.

"I can stay if you want me to?"

"No you have to go." I said as I stroked the dark circles under his eyes.

"We're not leaving until later. Can I come in?" He asked this question every afternoon. He seemed to always be making sure I still wanted him around. I tried to imagine a scenario where I wouldn't want him around, but this thought made me cringe internally so I immediately banished he thought.

"Of course you can come in. Have I ever told you not to?"

He smiled my favourite crooked smile and I couldn't help but smile too.

Once we were inside I went straight to the living room and flopped down on the couch, closing my eyes.

"You really don't look well. Are you sure you're alright?" Edward asked as he lifted me up so he could sit with me. He pulled the blanket off the back of the chair and wrapped it around me so I wouldn't get chilled.

This gesture always made me smile. Because until I had started my relationship with Edward there had never been a blanket on the back of the couch and this fact always confused Charlie.

Edward wrapped his strong marble arms around me and held me closely to his chest as he waited for my response.

I knew how much he worried when I–the weak human, who, for some unfathomable reason, he loved–got sick. If he found out he would be panicked and inconsolable until I was fully recovered. And this wasn't that serious so I lied. "I'm just tired." I assured him once again, yawning this time.

"Sleep my beautiful Bella. Dream sweet dreams." He began to hum my lullaby and I slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

When I woke up I was still wrapped in the blanket, but Edward was gone. What time was it?

I sat up so I could look at the clock when a crunching sound reached my ears. I looked down to see a sheet of paper getting crumpled by the blanket.

Leaving notes! Such an Edward thing to do.

Bella,

I'm sorry, I would have stayed with you but Emmett came and found me.

I'll be back in time to take you to school tomorrow.

Sweet dreams,

Edward

I smiled at his beautiful hand writing, but the smile was short lived. The strange tired feeling, I'd felt at school was making its presence known again. Although this time it brought an uncomfortable wave of nausea with it.

I got up to cook some food for Charlie, hoping that maybe if I did something I would feel better. But as soon as I stood up I had to sit right back down.

As I waited for the room to stop spinning, I decided that making dinner wasn't such a good idea. So I called Charlie and asked him to order pizza or something, he wouldn't mind too much.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number of the station. Someone answered after only two rings, "Chief Swan."

"Hi Dad." My voice sounded kind of off, so I tried to make it a little more animated as I continued. "I'm not feeling too well right now so could you get yourself a pizza or something for dinner? I'm not sure if I'll be able to cook."

I was feeling a little better now that the room had stopped spinning, but I wasn't sure if the good feeling would last once I tried to get up again.

"Sure Bells, I'll get something on my way home. I'm sorry I'm late, but I've been busy."

I was confused, "What's the time?" I hadn't got around to looking at a clock yet and I hadn't looked at my phone before dialing.

"It's just after seven Bells." He sounded worried, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." I said for what felt like the millionth time this afternoon, or evening, I was still confused, "I just didn't know what the time was. I went to sleep when I got home and you weren't here when I woke up, so I just assumed you were still at work."

"Okay, Well I'm leaving now. So I'll probably be home soon. See you then."

"Bye Dad." And with that I hung up.

I sat silently for a few minutes before trying to get up again. This time the walls stayed where they should and my legs held me, but the nausea got worse.

I slowly made my way up to my room to get my toiletries hoping a warm shower would make me feel better. But when I got up to my room all I could do was walk over to my bed and flop down on top of the covers.

My head started pounding and I felt like someone was hitting me with a sledgehammer. I kneaded my forehead hoping that the pain would stop. Nothing helped so I just lay there with my eyes closed trying to ignore all my aches and pains.

At some stage during this exercise I fell asleep again, only to be woken when Charlie came in to check on me.

"Bells, you alright up here?" He asked as he pushed my door out of the way and came into my room. He placed a glass of water on my bedside table along with some Tylenol.

"Not really Dad." In truth I felt wretched. My head was hurting worse than before, my stomach was determined to reject its limited contents and I felt like I hadn't slept in two weeks, even though I knew I'd slept all afternoon.

"Is there anything I can get you?" He was even more concerned now.

"No, I'm going to see if it will pass on its own first." I tried to smile but I think it looked more like a grimace.

"Okay, but yell if you need anything, I'll be going to bed soon anyway so I'll just be down the hall." He began to edge out of the room, either to give me my space or to catch the end of the game I could hear coming from downstairs.

"You're going to bed? What's the time?" I didn't feel like I'd slept for very long, so it couldn't be that late. Could it?

"It's almost eleven o'clock. I got back at about seven thirty, but you were asleep so I didn't disturb you. But I thought I should bring you something to drink." He pointed to the glass of water he had just placed down.

"Thanks Dad."

"You're welcome Bella, now get some more sleep. I'll come and check on you tomorrow before I go to work." Then he left me.

I drifted into a restless slumber only to wake a few hours later needing to rip my sheets off because I was too hot. But as soon as the sheets were off I was too cold, so I pulled them back onto the bed. I just can't win can I? I thought.

Felt disgusting. My long brown hair was stuck to my face and neck with sweat. I couldn't muster the strength to get out of bed and look in a mirror, but if I looked as wretched as I felt I really didn't want to see.

I wish Edward was here. I thought, then I would have been able to cool down and that would have made me feel so much better. But since Edward wasn't here I would settle for an open window.

I don't know how I managed it but I was somehow able to drag myself out of bed and stumble over to the window. It took more energy than usual to get the window open, but I managed. As soon as the window was half open and the cool breeze caressed my face, I half collapsed into the floor.

There is something really wrong with me. I tried to push myself up but I didn't have enough energy. Lucky I had made enough noise for Charlie to hear and come to check on me.

"Bells?" He ran over and helped me up. As he guided me back to bed I caught a glimpse of my reflection in my mirror.

I looked just a little better than I felt, but that still wasn't good.

My hair looked worse than it felt as it stuck to my face. My face itself was almost as white as Edward's, no; on second thought, I was whiter than Edward. My skin had a strange almost grey tinge to it, although than could have just been from the lack of light.

"What were you doing?" Charlie asked, from the look in his eyes, he didn't like how I looked any more than I did.

"I needed air and then I just didn't have enough energy to get back to bed..." I was too tired to continue.

"Alright, but please call me next time instead."

"Okay, Charlie." I mumbled.

After some garbled response Charlie left me.

I was so tired I thought sleep would claim me right away, but my body had other ideas. The breeze was cooling me down like I'd hoped, only this wasn't make much difference to my stomach or head.

A fresh wave of nausea swept over me, causing me to clutch my stomach with both hands and curl into a tight ball. This didn't help with the pain, but I somehow managed to fall asleep again.


Charlie woke me early on Friday morning before he went to work, "Bells? Wake up Bella." He shook my shoulder gently.

"Hmmm?" I mumbled as I fought with my heavy lids so I could see him.

"I'm going to work now Honey. And you don't look much better than last night, so please stay home. Rest and I'll come home at lunch to check on you?"

I had no intension of going anywhere today. But the thought that I would see Edward in a few hours made me feel better, for a while, "Okay Dad." I whispered so he would know I was listening, my eyes still refused to completely open.

Charlie threw one more concerned look in my direction then left for work.

I just couldn't win with my body. Although my eyes wouldn't open and I felt like I could sleep for a week, sleep evaded me. I longed for the comfort of unconsciousness.

I tried to find a way to easy the pain in my head and stomach. Nothing worked. No matter what way I arranged myself in the bed, or number of deep breaths I dragged into my lungs, the pain refused to be pushed away. So ended up just waiting for Edward to come back.

He wouldn't be back until it was time for school and that ways still hours away. I still felt disgusting so I decided that, since I couldn't get back to sleep I would go and clean myself up. I mean Edward was going to know I was sick anyway and he would be panicked enough without seeing me like this.

My pyjamas were stuck to my body with sweat and my hair was still sticking to my face and neck. I was now cold under my sheets from having the window open all night.

A shower was my best bet at getting warm. So I slowly sat up in the bed.

The room didn't spin like yesterday so I thought it was safe to stand.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

As soon as I was fully upright the nauseated feeling got worse and a sharp pain in my stomach made me feel like I'd just been punched.

I don't know how I got the bathroom so fast, in my current state, but in no time at all I was crouched over the toilet being violently sick. I stayed this way for a few for a few minutes until I could breathe again.

Sadly my sudden, and rather energetic, movement had triggered the spinning again. This caused me to pull myself up over the toilet bowl again.

When there was finally nothing left in my stomach top throw up the spinning stopped and I was able to slowly get up and retrieve my toiletries and clothes from my room.

I collected my underwear and my favourite sweats and returned to the bathroom trying to ignore the nausea that had not been helped by the emptying of my stomach.

The hot water felt cool to my skin, but I took no notice of this, I was just so glad to be clean. When the water ran out I turned everything off and got out of the shower. I still felt wretched; the only difference now was that I was clean.

I used my current lack of dizziness to my advantage as I hurried to get dressed and get back to bed. I dried myself off and brushed my teeth and hair, which made me feel more human than I'd felt in two days. My face was still the same sickly white, almost grey, as yesterday, but I couldn't see anything else other than the colour. The rest of my features were all blurry. I blinked a few times but that made no difference to my vision.

Strange. I thought to myself, showers normally made me feel more awake. I turned to get my clothes so I could get dressed, they were also blurry. I managed to get my underwear on and my sweatpants, but the spinning had started again.

And if that wasn't enough, another wave of nausea rolled over me just as the spinning accelerated. I started towards the sink, but the spinning made it impossible for me to walk in a straight line. After a few moments the spinning got too much for me and I felt myself tilting forward.

All thought of being sick vanished as the cold, hard tiles of the bathroom floor rushed up to meet me. My head struck the edge of the sink on my way down.

I felt one moment of pain but there was no time to feel anything else before the darkness engulfed me.


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