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Chapter 26-

I wake with a choked gasp, my heart hammering in my chest and thundering in my ears. My eyes immediately drift to Adam, the faint morning light that is streaming through the curtains makes it possible to see that he's sleeping peacefully. Beside him, Edward is resting his head on his arm, his mouth slightly open as he sleeps.

Tearing the covers off of my body, I rush toward Adam, trying not to wake him as I look at his arms and legs. When I see nothing but pale skin, I breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?"

Edward's voice startles me and I gasp, jumping back, landing on my back.

"Whoa, are you okay? What's wrong?" He asks again, his voice worried.

I stare at him for a long moment, seeing nothing on him and breathe another sigh of relief. That dream, that nightmare, really scared the crap out of me and to see that it was just a dream, brings me a little comfort; but not much.

"I...I had a..." I can't get the words out and seeing my struggle, Edward walks over, crouching next to me, gently brushing his fingers across my cheek.

"Bella, tell me."

How can I tell him about the sight of us covered in blood? How can I describe the pain I felt that was radiating from my back? How can I explain any of that?

"Bella," he whispers, his fingers brushing against my jaw. "Bella, you're shaking. Please tell me what has you so frightened."

"I just...had a nightmare."

Tears spill from my eyes as the image of blood clouds my vision. Seeing Adam like that...seeing Edward and myself like that, is terrifying and chilling. I have no idea what it means, but I know I won't let it happen.

Seeing my tears, Edward pulls me into his arms, holding me close to him. I wrap my arms tightly around him, burying my face in his chest as I continue to cry. Gentle shushing noises sound in my ear as he rocks me back and forth slowly.

"Tell me, Bella. What did you dream?" He asks after a moment.

"We were covered in blood," I whisper, my voice cracking from my tears.

He's silent for a moment before he hugs me tightly. "That won't happen. I promise, Bella. It won't happen."

I nod absently and holds me tighter against him, rocking us back and forth slowly. I keep my arms tight around him as I lay my head on his chest, letting his heartbeat relax me.

After a moment of sitting like this, my tears finally calm and I no longer feel scared or panicked. Edward must sense this, because he pulls back, looking at me worriedly. He stares at me for a long moment before giving me a small smile, swiping his thumb under my eye.


"Yeah, thanks."

"Anything for you," he tells me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Rustling of sheets can be heard from behind us, drawing our attention to the sleepy boy in bed. When he sees Edward and me, he frowns, rubbing his eye and ear simultaneously.

"My mama," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

Chuckles are drawn from both of us at Adam's comment. Edward releases me and stands, offering his hand to help me up. I take it and together, we go over to Adam, who blinks up at us.

"Hi baby," I whisper, picking him up. Immediately, his head burrows in my neck as one tiny hand fists my shirt. Placing a kiss on his cheek, I'm relieved to find that he isn't as warm as he was yesterday.

Edward reaches forward, rubbing his back softly before kissing his cheek. "He doesn't seem as warm as yesterday."

"No, thank goodness."

"I think it went down sometime around one in the morning. I can't be sure, I sort of dozed off a little."

I give him an inquisitive look.

"I didn't want to go to sleep, in case he needed me."

"I'm sorry," I say, feeling horrible that I didn't stay up in case I was needed.

"Don't apologize. You had a rough day yesterday, you needed your sleep. Besides, I'm looking at this as a way of payback. I'm sure you had many sleepless nights before."

"Actually," I begin, speaking in a low, hushed tone. "He was a pretty content baby. I only remember a few nights where he was really bad."

"Tell me about them?" Edward pleads, looking sad and anxious at the same time.

"When he was a few months old, he had colic. He cried and cried for hours. Of course, it didn't help that I was crying with him." I laugh lightly, expecting Edward to laugh with me, but he looked at me with saddened eyes. "Don't feel bad, Edward. Yes, you missed some things, but think of everything else you'll get to experience."

"I know. It's just hard." He's silent for a moment before speaking again. "The other time?"

"The other rough night was when he got his first tooth. He cried and wailed like there was no tomorrow. I tried everything to help him feel better. Eventually it took giving him an ice cold carrot to help him feel better."

"A carrot?" He laughs.

"I had to use what I had!" I defend, laughing with him. "It worked. That's all that mattered."

"Well, his teeth are perfect, so I would say you did a wonderful job."

A knock at the door turned our attention to the person coming into the room. The door opens and Esme stands there, looking between us with a slightly worried expression.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes. Adam just woke up. It appears his fever is down."

"Oh, that's wonderful news," she breathes, a hand over her heart. She walks over, brushing her fingertips over his cheek. "I have breakfast made if you're hungry."

My stomach grumbles at the thought of food and I agree, telling them that I want to change first. Once Edward and Esme exit, I quickly dress Adam and myself as Edward waits in the hall. Once we're both dressed and my bag is packed, I go into the hall, noticing Edward took the time to dress as well. Edward takes my bag and places it by the front door with a grin as we go downstairs.

In the dining room, there is a spread of eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit and muffins from which to chose. I place Adam in his highchair and begin to fix him a plate of eggs, fruit and a muffin before fixing myself a plate.

Edward settles in the chair next to mine, giving me a small and sweet smile, his plate full of food. I return the gesture and begin eating, while keeping a watchful eye on Adam. Before long, breakfast is eaten and the plates are cleared from the table. Now that he has food in his system it's time to give Adam his medicine. I'm really dreading having to fight him to take it, but he needs it.

On the kitchen counter sits the medicine he needs to take, along with some baby pain reliever. I measure them both up, crushing the pain reliever and mixing it with some apple juice that is on the counter.

Walking into the dining room, I see Carlisle and Esme are watching as Edward is telling Adam a story about a magical bunny that can travel through different worlds. Adam is completely entranced by his voice, watching him with huge, wonder filled eyes.

When I enter, Edward's eyes move over to me and to the cups I'm holding in my hands. He grimaces slightly, but the look doesn't linger. I know he doesn't want to force Adam to take it, but he also knows it's necessary.

From the living room, I think I hear the sound a door closing gently. I tilt my head toward the sound, waiting for footsteps, but I hear nothing. My eyebrows furrow together in confusion, wondering if I'm hearing things. Looking at the others, I see that they haven't acknowledged the sound, so perhaps I am.

I walk over to my little guy and he immediately spots what I'm holding. In an instant, his face changes from happy smiling to a teary pout. I sigh quietly as I set it on the table. If he only knew I didn't like this anymore than he liked taking it.

"Okay, baby. You have to take this."

"No," he whines pathetically, rubbing his eye and ear again.

"I know you hate it but it'll make you feel better."

"No," he whines again before clamping his lips tightly shut.

Edward leans forward, running his index finger across the back of his hand. Adam eyes him warily, closely watching his movements.

"Adam, do you know what happens when you're sick?" Adam shakes his head, which prompts Edward to continue. "You get sick because of nasty germs that invade your body, thinking that it's a new place to party. They make you feel bad because they're having such a good time, using up all of your energy making you feel bad. But you know what? Medicine helps get rid of them so they won't make you feel bad."

"Yucky," Adam mumbles.

"I know it is. But you know what? It tastes bad to you, but to them it's a thousand times worse! That's why they leave, because it's so yucky tasting and the faster you take it, the sooner they'll leave and then you won't have to take it ever again."

Adam eyes him skeptically for a few minutes before opening his mouth, waiting for it. Edward poured it in his mouth and hands him the apple juice, making him drink all of it. Adam's nose screws up in disgust and he quickly downs the orange juice leftover from breakfast.

We all chuckle quietly and Adam gives us all an unhappy look, which causes us to chuckle more.

"I'm sorry, baby." I whisper against his head before placing a kiss there.

"Up, Mama."

I follow his command, pulling him into my arms, swaying the both of us back and forth. I always feel so helpless during times like this; when I know he's hurting and there isn't much I can do.

Adam's head burrows into my neck and I gently rub his back. From behind me, Edward comes up, loosely wrapping his arm around my waist as his other hand rests on top of mine. I look up at him, smiling softly.

"What time do you have to be into work?" Edward asks quietly, so he doesn't disturb Adam.

"Today is my day off," I tell him, thankful that I won't have to work today. With Adam being sick and the break in from last night, I'm glad that I don't have to deal with demanding customers in need of a caffeine fix.

Thinking of what happened the previous night, I'm now anxious to get home to see if Charlie is okay and if they found anything regarding who could have been in my home. I shiver, thinking about a stranger going through my things.

"Bella?" Edward inquires, looking worried.

"I'm fine. Just a chill." Edward nods, but doesn't look convinced. "I should head home and see if everything is okay."

"Are you sure, Bella?" Esme asks, concerned. "You and Adam are more than welcome to stay here."

"I think we'll be okay. I'll talk to Charlie and see what he has to say. If he says he doesn't think we'll be safe there, then I'll come back."

"Promise me," Edward whispers. I look up at him, seeing his jade eyes filled with apprehension. "Promise that you'll come here if Charlie says isn't safe."

"I promise."

He stares at me for a moment before nodding, looking toward his parents. Turning my eyes in their direction, I see they're staring at us with an expression I can't place.

"I'm going to take Bella home and then I have to go to work, so I'll call you during my break." Edward tells his parents.

They both nod and kiss Adam's head, as he sleeps against my shoulder. They walk us out of the house, to Edward's car, standing contently side by side.

After putting Adam in the car, I walk up to them, hugging them both.

"Thank you for letting me stay here last night."

"Bella, you never have to thank us." Carlisle tells me, squeezing my arm. "You're our daughter and you are always welcome here. Always."

Esme nods in agreement and I swallow the lump in my throat, feeling the overwhelming love the pours from this couple. They are the most kind and compassionate people I've ever met and I'm lucky to be considered part of their family.

I hug them again and step back, allowing Edward to say his goodbyes. Once he's finished, he helps me into the car and takes off toward my father's house.

In no time, we arrive seeing the driveway empty. I'm slightly worried about this, considering that it's only seven forty and I thought Pete would be staying well into the morning. I get out of the car quickly and Edward extracts a sleepy Adam from the car seat, offering to carry him inside. I hoped Adam would stay asleep, but as soon as Edward had him in his arms, he woke, rubbing his eyes and snuggling into Edward's arms.

To say Edward is thrilled would be an understatement. His eyes light up and his smile is so huge that I'm worried his face will crack. His happiness level is so high, I'm surprised he hasn't floated away.

I match his smile and notice that in his other hand is my bag. I didn't even notice that he had picked it up and put it in the car. I'm thankful that he remembered it because there would be no way that Adam could sleep tonight without his penguin. Silently, I take my bag from him, knowing that it's difficult enough to carry a baby and anything else in your hands. He gives me a grateful smile, wrapping both arms around Adam.

Together, the three of us make our way into the house, finding Charlie sitting in the kitchen, munching on eggs, bacon and doughnuts. I'm relieved to see that he's okay, even if he's stuffing his face with doughnuts like it's his job.

"Hey guys," Charlie croaks, swallowing his sugary treat. "How was your night?"

I place my bag down in the doorway, watching as Edward places Adam in his highchair with careful precision. After Edward is sure Adam is secure in his seat he steps back and I turn to my father, noticing that he looks a little better than he did yesterday. His face isn't as flushed and it looks like he got some sleep.

"Fine. How was yours?"

"It was all right. Pete was here most of the night but had to leave a couple of hours ago."

"Dad, I'm not sure I feel comfortable with you here by yourself."

He gives me a look that tells me I'm being silly, but I can't help it. He's my father.

"Bella, I was a police officer for a very long time. I know how to protect myself."

"I know. All of this is just freaking me out."

Charlie gives me a sympathetic look. "I know, hun. It'll be over soon. Pete combed your entire room from top to bottom; he found some fingerprints and a few hair strands so he's going to put a rush on those to the lab. Hopefully this person is in the system and we'll get results in a few days."

"And if they're not in the system?" I ask, feeling dread creep over me.

"Then they'll keep an eye on the house and you until this person is caught," he says simply.

Behind me, Edward comes up, squeezing my shoulder. "Everything will be okay, Bella."

I nod absently and he whispers his words again before walking over to Adam, who is trying to reach for a doughnut. He can't seem to reach one, but I've learned from experience that if he's determined enough, he'll get it one way or another.

"Adam, I have to go, okay? I'll see you later though."

"No bye."

"Sorry, little guy. I have to. Feel better," he tells him, kissing his forehead before turning to Charlie. "I hope you feel better, sir. Bye."

Charlie nods back in response, eating another doughnut, much to the displeasure of a jealous Adam. Edward walks over to me, pushing me gently backward so we're near the front door with a little bit of privacy.

"Be careful, okay? Call me if you need me."

The concern on his face makes it hard to say no, so I agree.

"Good. I'll come by later if that's okay?"

"Of course."

"All right. See you later."

Once Edward has left, I lock the door and turn to go back to my father, when Renee's package catches my eye. Curiosity burns within me at what she could possibly send me, so I decide to lay my curious nature to rest and open the package.

Inside is a heavily filled scrap book, decorated in fake flowers, ribbons and glitter. There is nothing that gives me any indication on what this might be, so I open it, unable to stop the tears that cloud my vision.

On the first page is a picture of me, Charlie and Renee, taken when I was a baby. My parents are standing next to each other, beaming while the infant me is grinning toothlessly at the camera. Below that is a caption that reads, my beautiful family.

I sink down to the floor and flip the pages, seeing the pictures of my life from the day I was born to my fourth birthday. I expect the photographs to end there, but they don't. Each page is a different area of my life, showing all of my firsts; my first bicycle, my first dance and my driver's license. Everything is in here, including pictures of science fair projects, my report cards and a picture of my graduation.

I'm stunned that she would know about these things because I know that Charlie had taken all of these pictures and he never mentioned sending her anything like this.

On the last page of the scrap book sits an envelope with my name on it. I pick it up intending on opening it, but a photograph behind that catches my eye. It's a picture of me with Charlie and Adam that was taken without my knowledge. Below that, just like with the first picture, sits a caption that reads my beautiful grandson with my baby girl and her father. The most wonderful people in the world.

Tears that I had been holding in finally stream down my cheeks and I hastily bat them away, trying not to damage the beautiful book in my hands.

After a short moment, I place the book on the floor in front of me and open the letter, reading Renee's words.

Dear Bella,

Sending this to you is completely selfish of me, but after my recent visit and sudden departure, I knew I had to send it. With the way I came into your life and the way I left, I'm sure you think that I don't care about you. As you can see, that's the farthest thing from the truth. You've always been in my thoughts and in my heart. You're my baby girl...how can I not love you? How could I ever regret you?

I know that I told you when you were sixteen that I wasn't mother material. I know that I'm not. I was too scattered and unfocused to be a mother. I was too selfish as well. I thought I could have my dream life and be a mother at the same time. Thinking this way caused me to have tunnel vision and I only focused on achieving my dreams. Whatever idea I had for the next 'new' thing in my life that would bring me one step closer to my goals, I went and did. Now, I know that it's part of my disorder, that impulsiveness...and it's that impulsiveness that made my decision to leave.

At first, I thought I had everything under control. I thought I could control myself and be a good mother. I thought I could remember to take care of you. I had proven myself wrong over and over again.

Many, many times I had forgotten things. I had forgotten to feed you numerous times because thoughts would flit through my mind so rapidly, I couldn't even settle on one to focus on. I had forgotten to pick you up from school and once, I had even left you alone in the house for an entire day while I was in Seattle.

I'm not sure if you remember this, but I had decided to go into Seattle to get some items to make jewelry. I had left on a whim after I saw a necklace and I thought I could make that easily; I just needed the supplies. So off I went.

Your father was working a double shift that day, so I knew I had plenty of time to get there and come back before his shift ended. And I did.

That's when I found you, sitting in the kitchen, covered in marinara sauce, crying. I had asked you what had happened and you told me you were hungry and tried to heat up some spaghetti in the microwave.

Thankfully, you weren't hurt that badly, but as I helped you clean up, I realized what my behavior had done to you. I had left you alone and anything could have happened. You could have been taken, you could have hurt yourself worse than what you did...and it would have been my fault.

I felt so guilty after that day that I avoided you and your father. I didn't deserve to be your mother and I didn't want to put you in harm's way anymore. I knew that if I stayed, the next time I had been impulsive and forgetful, something more terrible would happen to you and I couldn't let that happen. So I packed a bag and left.

Leaving you was the hardest thing I have done, but I knew and still know that it was for the best. I know that by leaving, I was protecting you from getting hurt by me and giving you the wonderful life you deserve.

When we reconnected when you sixteen, I thought I was better. I was remembering things and my impulsiveness was cut down dramatically. At that time, I was taking an experimental drug and I thought I was cured. So I stopped taking them and invited you for the summer. But when I noticed you taking care of me and my old habits resurfacing, I knew I still wasn't well enough to be in your life. So I distanced myself, but couldn't help contacting you every now and then to see how you were. I wanted whatever connection with you I could get.

It wasn't until later that I learned that I would never be 'cured'. For the rest of my life, I'll have to take some sort of drug to keep myself on track.

I started this scrap book shortly after I left. I know I had no right to do this, but I wanted to be connected to you somehow, someway. This book is something that I treasure deeply. Every time I would receive a new picture of you, I would add it to this book and then look at it from the beginning for hours. I've sent it to you to show you that you've always been in my thoughts and I never stopped caring – even when I wasn't there.

I'm not trying to step in and be your mother. I know that ship has sailed for me and I'm okay with that. I made my decision a long time ago and I've accepted the fact that you no longer need me as a mother, especially when someone else, someone much more maternal than I, can take care of you better than I ever could. However, I would like to be in your life in whatever capacity you'll have me.

If you decide to not have anything to do with me I'll understand, especially after the way I left so suddenly. I hope you believe that it was not my intention to leave so quickly. I'm sorry for hurting you yet again, and I hope that in time you'll forgive me.

With love,


P.S.- Adam is a wonderful and remarkable boy. Even though you're just starting out, you're a wonderful mother, Bella. A natural. You've done a wonderful job with him so far and I know he'll be an amazing man.

I rest my head against the wall behind me, my tears flowing freely. Renee's words had touched something inside of me that I cannot name. To learn that she's always loved me and even kept a scrap book of my life is something that amazes me.

From time to time I did wonder whether she was thinking of me and if she ever loved me. To see this book, to read her words, I know that she does.

My eyes scan the letter again, immediately resting on the words that described my failed cooking attempt. To be honest, I don't even remember the event at all. All I remember from that point in my life is her being gone. I guess nothing else mattered besides that.

I re-read the last part of the letter and my heart breaks a little. It hurts a little that she's okay with not being my mother, but honestly, I can't say I disagree with her. When I was younger, I did need a mother. I needed her. But when she never came back, I eventually found one in Esme. Somehow, I think she knows that.

"Bells? You okay?" Charlie asks, coming into the room. When he sees me sitting on the floor, tears on my face and a letter clutched in my hand, he gives me a worried confused look.

"Did you know about this?" I croak out, holding the scrap book up to him.

He takes it and flips it open, looking at the contents. As he does, he chuckles slightly, shaking his head.


"I knew that Peter wasn't asking for those things for himself!"

"What are you talking about?"

Charlie looks down at me, holding his hand out for me to take. I put my hand in his, allowing him to help me up.

"Do you remember your Uncle Peter? Your mom's half brother? You met him once when you turned four."

I try to remember that man my father is speaking of, but it's difficult to recall what he looks like. I shake my head, not remembering. I never had much exposure to my mom's side of the family due to reasons I wasn't sure of. They were never there for birthday parties or holidays, and due to my young age, I never thought it was weird that I never saw them. I just focused on my parents and the few friends I had.

"After your mom left, he called asking for pictures of you every year. He said that he wanted to know his niece. I found it strange, since he never came by to visit except that once, but didn't question it; I just thought he couldn't afford to travel."

He chuckled once more, shaking his head as he thumbed through the book. Once he reached the end, he flipped it to the beginning, staring at the picture of the three of us together, looking at it with reverence.

Seeing him look like this reminds me of Renee's words about her disorder and I wonder if she told him. It's not any of my business, I know, but I don't want him to think that he wasn't good enough for her.

"Dad?" I say, clearing my throat. When I have his attention, I bite my lip, fidgeting. "Did...did Renee ever tell you why she left?"

Charlie stares at me blankly and I draw in a deep breath, preparing myself to tell him. Before I can utter a single word, he speaks.

"I know about her disorder, Bella. Known for some time, actually."

"What?" I gape, looking at him in shock. "How could you have known?"

"When she left, I hired an investigator to find her and I called Peter. They both kept me pretty informed."

My eyes remain fixed on him, wide and unblinking.

"She was my wife, Bella. I wanted to make sure she was okay."

"But...but why didn't you fight for her? Why didn't you ask her to come back?"

"Because I knew she didn't want to come back. She never wanted to get married in the first place. She was perfectly content with the two of us living together." I look at him confused and he sighs heavily, rubbing his free hand over his face. "Did Renee ever tell you about her parents?"

I shake my head, feeling a stab of dread rise within me.

Charlie sighs, shaking his head. "When Renee got pregnant with you, she told her parents and they disowned her because she wasn't married. I thought that fact was funny as hell, considering her father had a child with another woman. God, Bella, she was so broken about their dismissal of her. I tried to help her, I tried to make her happy but the hurt they inflicted was just too much. She came up with this insane notion that if she and I got married, then they would accept her back into the family and everything would be okay again. So one afternoon, we went to courthouse and got married. I didn't want it to happen like that; I wanted to get married because we were in love but she begged me. Her family was everything to her. When she told them about our marriage, all they told her in response was that they didn't have a daughter and they couldn't care less about these strangers standing on their porch, telling them about their wedding. Peter kept in touch with her though. He couldn't bear to push his sister away; Renee loved him, of course, but I think she was jealous of the fact that he had their love when she didn't, so she kept her distance, not wanting to hurt him or herself by saying or doing something she would regret."

My heart breaks for Renee; I can't imagine being pregnant and having your parents tell you that you're essentially dead to them. When I was pregnant, I had thought that Charlie would be embarrassed and disappointed, but the thought of him disowning me never crossed my mind.

"I don't understand," I say, my voice a whisper. "What does with have to do with not asking her to come back?"

"She never wanted to get married, Bella. The only reason why she married me was so her family would accept her back. She loved me and she loved you, but she didn't marry out of love. At that moment when they slammed the door in her face, I promised myself that I would never allow anyone – even myself – to force her to do something ever again. If she was going to come back, it was going to be on her terms, not anyone else's. I wasn't going to let her get her heart broken again." He pauses for a moment, looking deep in thought before speaking again. "As far as her disorder, I didn't want her to know that I had been snooping in her life. I wanted her to tell me on her own; I didn't want her to feel like I was spying on her."

Without warning, I threw my arms around my father. I know that my father has always loved my mother and to hear this story, this story of how he loved her so much he would get married just so her family would accept her, how he loved her so much that he would let her go, makes my heart squeeze painfully. The sacrifice he made for her just so she could be happy is inspiring.

Charlie stands shocked for a few moments before pulling away, looking uncomfortable.

"We should get back to Adam," he says gruffly.

I nod and follow him into the kitchen, knowing that he's trying to regain control of his emotions.

We enter the kitchen and stop in the doorway, bursting out in loud laughter. Adam is sitting in his high chair, his mouth and cheeks covered with the sugary glaze that covers the doughnuts. When Adam sees us standing there, he looks at us with an innocent expression, just as he tries to stuff another doughnut into his mouth. It doesn't fit, because he already has one stuffed in there, but that doesn't stop him from trying.

I make my way over to him, pushing the doughnuts out of his reach and start to clean his face with the dishcloth sitting on the table.

"Mama, no! Stop!" He whines, moving his face from side to side, trying to evade me.

"Well, if you wouldn't eat like a piggy, you wouldn't need your face cleaned."

After I'm done, I sit in the chair, ignoring Adam's pouting face as he looks longingly at the doughnuts. I've become a master at blocking out his pouting lips and puppy dog eyes but apparently Charlie isn't, because he tears up half of his doughnut, placing on it Adam's highchair tray.

I look at him with a raised eyebrow and he shifts his eyes away, picking up a section of the newspaper and burying his head in it.

"I'm leaving you to deal with him when his sugar high kicks in."

I'm ignored and I shake my head, rolling my eyes. As I do, my eyes land on a picture of a very familiar person staring back at me. I snatch the paper up, my eyes scanning the small article. My breathing becomes shallow and I swallow thickly, not comprehending the words that I'm reading.

Charlie hears my movement and peers at me around his paper.

"Bella? What is it?"

Words become lodged in my throat and I can't speak. All I can do is stare at the newspaper, wondering if what I'm seeing is real.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Please forgive any mistakes made about anything medical. :o)

I'll update as soon as I can, I promise!