Set: somewhere between "New Moon" and "Eclipse"
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns it – and I don't wanna have it.
Summary: I was down with the flu.
A/N: First drabble, first "Twilight" (I've only been reading the books for two weeks), inspired by my own current illness.
A/N2: Thanks to my beta Squeaky (Bente). Not only for the beta, but also for making me addicted to Twilight. *hearts*
I was down with the flu. It wasn't surprising, considering my luck and the fact that I spent most of my time next to a human – or better non-human – ice cube.
Edward chuckled as I bent over in yet another coughing fit.
"Not funny", I choked out, glaring at him.
"You'll live", he pushed a few sweaty strands of hair out of my face.
"Exactly that's the problem."
If Edward had turned me into a vampire as I asked him to before, I wouldn't have to suffer now. But looking into his beautiful face I couldn't stay mad at him.
Good or bad? Tell me!