A/N: Hello everyone! Alright, so at the moment this is a ONESHOT. If I get a decent amount of reviews I may add a SECOND CHAPTER from Bella's point of view xD

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Summary: Edward's feeling sick but doesn't want to worry Bella. It's a cute story that shows how our favorite couple takes care of each other. ExB, AH

Notes: Bella works for a local publishing company and Edward is a doctor in the Forks hospital.

I hope you enjoy it!



I stifled a yawn as I walked into my apartment. It had been an incredibly long day at work and all I wanted to do now was snuggle with Bella and go to sleep.


"Yes, it's just me," I smiled tiredly as I found my wife cooking in the kitchen. I was immediately met by her warm embrace.

"You're late," she scolded staring up at me with her pretty brown eyes. I don't think she was annoyed with me, Bella just seemed to hate it when I didn't let her know I was going to be late.

"I'm sorry," I apologized as I pulled her back into a hug. "How can I make it up to you?"

Bella let out a small giggle and pulled away again, "I can think of a few ways." With that she gave me a wink, a quick kiss and then went back to cooking. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I really wasn't feeling very hungry. "Dinner should be ready soon," she explained while getting ready to strain a pot of boiling pasta.

I immediately walked over and took the pot from her hands; my Bella was quite clumsy and I knew it would probably be a bit safer if I handled this particular job.

"I wasn't going to hurt myself, you know. I really do think I can handle making dinner," Bella stated as I finished pouring the noodles into the strainer.

I looked over at her with a lopsided grin, "I know you can. I just wanted to help."

Ten minutes later I was sitting across from Bella as she handed me a plate of pasta, chicken, and mixed vegetables. I found that I was only able to pick at my food. On a normal night I would probably end up eating seconds, but tonight I was just too tired. Bella seemed to notice that I wasn't eating as I usually do.

"Do you not like it?" she asked quietly. "I can make you something else if you want."

"No Bella, it's great, really. I guess I'm just not very hungry tonight," I admitted before yawning once more.

Bella looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and concern. "You're exhausted," she stated, standing from her chair and walking over to me. Bella gently cupped my face in her hands and rubbed her thumbs along my cheeks. "Go to bed, I'll clean up and then I'll come lie down with you."

"Okay," I accepted, forcing myself not to yawn again. I stood up and gave Bella a kiss before making my way into our bedroom. I barely had the energy to change out of my work clothes, but I managed. Once settled in a pair of flannel pajama pants and no shirt I crawled under the covers.

By the time Bella came in a few minutes later I was practically asleep. I felt the bed shift slightly as my wife cuddled up to my side. Smiling, I immediately pulled her close to me and finally allowed myself to sleep.


The unpleasant beeping of an alarm clock woke me up in the morning. Strangely I still felt extremely groggy and no less tired than I had been when I went to sleep. I sat up slowly and turned off the irritating alarm before rubbing my hands over my eyes. For some reason my muscles seemed to be aching and my throat felt oddly dry. I felt like I was getting sick. Great. I hoped that a couple of cough drops and a bottle of cold medicine would get me through this because I really didn't want to take time off of work. Thankfully it was Friday so I would be able to sleep late tomorrow.

I quickly looked at Bella and wondered how she hadn't woken up from the alarm clock; I guess she always was a heavy sleeper. "Bella," I whispered, gently rubbing her back. She stirred slightly and finally opened her tired eyes to look at me. "I'm going to shower and get ready for work, do you want to sleep more?" I was still whispering, mostly because I didn't want Bella to know that my voice was hoarse.

Bella nodded slowly and closed her eyes again, curling up on her side with a pillow. I knew I would have to get her up after my shower so she wasn't late for work.

The steam in the shower seemed to help with my sore muscles so by the time I woke Bella up and got ready for work I was feeling slightly better. I still wasn't very hungry, but Bella made me breakfast and I ate most of it because I really didn't want to worry her.

Bella's father, Charlie, became severely ill last year and passed away after three months in the hospital. At first it seemed as though he only had the flu, however, he soon showed signs of pneumonia and then his heart began to fail. Ever since then Bella has been extremely sensitive and anxious about people when they aren't feeling well.

Before leaving I gave Bella a quick kiss on her forehead and told her I would be home on time today. There was no way I could work overtime again, not today at least.

By the time I parked at the hospital I could feel the beginnings of a headache; I had no doubt that this day was going to be unpleasant. Again, I was thankful that it was almost the weekend. As I entered the hospital lobby several nurses immediately asked me to check their patients.

The first person I cared for was a four year-old girl who reminded me of Bella. Her name was Jaclyn and she had similar brown eyes and brown hair. Apparently her older brother told her that if she jumped off a bookshelf she could fly like Peter Pan. The poor girl believed him and now needed fifteen stitches above her left eyebrow to accompany a newly broken wrist.

Several hours later my previously dull headache was proudly making its presence known and I was truly uncomfortable. I rarely got sick, but when I did I was always miserable.

I was resting my head in my hands when I heard someone call my name. I looked up slowly to see my father staring at me with concern.

"Are you alright, Edward?"

For a moment I debated on telling lying and telling him that I was fine, but I knew he would probably see right through me. "I just have a slight headache," I admitted, running a hand through my hair.

Carlisle nodded and took a step closer to me, "Do you want to leave early? It's only two but I hear you've been working late a lot."

Leaving early sounded extremely appealing, but if I got home before Bella she would know something was wrong. Who was I kidding, no matter what time I got home I was planning on going straight to bed; no matter how much I didn't want to upset Bella, I knew there was no hiding this from her. "Are you sure it's okay for me to leave?" I asked, wanting to make sure that the hospital wasn't understaffed today.

"I'm sure. Go home and rest, Edward. Feel better," Carlisle said before going back to work.

By the time I got home I seemed to have developed a very irritating cough and I was definitely congested. I walked into the bathroom and took some cold medicine before grabbing a box of tissues and lying down on the couch. Several minutes later I was out like a light.


I vaguely became aware of a gentle hand on my forehead and my eyes opened slowly to see my Bella hovering over me with worry painted on her face.

"Edward, are you alright?" she questioned, moving her hand to my cheeks as she tried to feel if I had a fever.

As soon as I opened my mouth to tell her that I was fine I started coughing. I sat up and covered my mouth until I was able to stop only to see Bella's concerned eyes. "Don't worry, love. It's just a cough," I tried to assure her despite the nasally sound of my voice. "I wasn't feeling well at the hospital and Carlisle let me come home early."

"Why didn't you tell me you were feeling bad?" she asked, sounding hurt.

I sighed as I saw that my choice to try and hide this from her had clearly been the wrong decision. "I just didn't want to upset you," I stated honestly. I suddenly let out two loud sneezes and reached for a tissue.

Bella sat next to me on the couch and gently rested her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry you don't feel well," she whispered.

"I'm okay, Bella. Please don't worry." I pulled Bella into a hug because I could see she needed one. I was a little worried that I would get her sick but I knew I couldn't resist comforting her. We stayed like that for a few minutes until I felt the familiar tickle in my throat signaling that I had to cough. I released Bella and turned my head away from her until I had finished.

"Have you taken any medicine?" she asked, sounding better than she had before.

I nodded and reached for another tissue to blow my nose. Ugh. Having a cold really sucked.

"Are you hungry at all?" Bella seemed to be going through a list of questions so she could determine for herself if I was alright. I always thought it was so cute how she wanted to do things her own way.

I thought about her question, knowing that I really should be hungry by now; I wasn't. The thought of eating made my stomach churn. "No, I'm just tired," I stated. I found it hard to believe that I could still be tired. If Bella was home that meant it was around six, so I had slept about four hours.

Bella offered me a sympathetic smile before holding her hand out for mine. "Come on, you'll be more comfortable if you change and get in to bed."

"I think I should sleep in the guest room tonight," I told her gently. "I don't want to get you sick," I explained.

I could immediately see that I had hurt her feelings, but I couldn't take it back now. It seemed like she wanted to take care of me, which I loved her for, but I really would be unhappy if she had to feel as badly as I did. "Please don't be upset, love. I'll be better in a few days," I said with a slight smile before once again sneezing into a tissue.

Bella's hand was back on my forehead for a moment before she sighed, "You stay in our room, I'll take the guest room."

It was clear that I shouldn't try to fight her on this so I stood up and allowed her to lead me into our bedroom. Bella immediately pulled out a pair of comfortable pajamas for me to change in to and then she walked into the bathroom. Several seconds later she came out holding a bottle of cold medicine, the one I had taken earlier, and a thermometer. She set the medicine on the nightstand near the bed while I changed.

Once I was out of my work clothes Bella gestured for me to get in bed so she could take my temperature. I felt like a bit of a baby, but I knew better than to tell Bella to leave me alone and let me sleep. After all, if anyone was taking care of me, I was glad it was Bella.

As soon as the thermometer was out of my mouth Bella frowned. "99.8" she sighed.

"That's hardly a fever," I assured her.

With a small smile Bella leaned over me and pressed a kiss on my forehead, "Get some rest, yell if you need me."

I watched Bella close the blinds before turning off the lights and closing the bedroom door. Once again, it did not take long for me to fall asleep.


I woke with a horrible coughing fit and I had no idea how much time had passed. I turned my throbbing head so I could see the clock on the nightstand. Great. It was 2 a.m. and I officially felt like crap. My nose was completely stuffed so I had to breathe through my mouth, which only irritated my throat more, and my head was pounding again. I was extremely grateful when I saw that Bella had placed a glass of water on the nightstand while I had been asleep.

After taking a few sips of the room temperature water I took more of the cold medicine that Bella had also left out for me. I was about to drift off to sleep when I thought I heard muffled sounds of Bella crying.

I was immediately concerned and quickly, though a bit unsteady, got out of bed and headed to the guest room. The closer I got the louder Bella's cries became. When I walked into the room what I saw broke my heart.

Bella was sitting up in bed clutching a pillow to her chest as tears poured down her face.

"Bella, what's wrong?" I asked, though I sounded congested my concern was evident. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

My extremely upset wife just shook her head and tried to wipe away her tears. "Please tell me what's wrong," I begged, pulling her in to a hug and rubbing circles on her back.

"I'm sorry if I woke you, I just had a bad dream. It's nothing. You're sick you should go back to sleep," she mumbled quietly even though she made no move to leave my embrace. I could tell that she was just as exhausted as I was.

If I hadn't had the urge to cough I wouldn't have released our hug. There was no way I was going to go back to sleep while Bella was still so upset. Once I finished coughing I held Bella again; I could see that she was trying not to cry.

"It's okay to cry, Bella," I said before kissing the side of her head. That seemed to set off her tears again, but I didn't mind. I hated that she was so upset but I knew that she needed to get this out of her system. I sat there quietly rubbing her back and kissing her head until her sobs slowed down. When her breathing evened I thought she had fallen asleep so I gently began to pull away, but she clung tighter.

"Are you feeling better now?" I asked.

I heard her let out a small sigh. "I should be asking you that," she mumbled.

"Bella I'm fine, I only have a cold. It's you I'm worried about," I explained.

Bella sniffled and wiped at her face before bringing her eyes to meet mine. She shrugged; I could see that she was still really shaken up from her nightmare.

I felt a sneeze coming on, so I immediately stood up and grabbed a tissue. After blowing my nose I threw the tissue away in the guest bathroom and went back to sit with Bella who was once again hugging a pillow.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked softly.

She quickly shook her head and I decided not to pressure her. "Okay," I said through a yawn.

Bella placed her hand on my forehead and groaned. "You're burning up," she said with concern.

"I just need to sleep," I explained. "Trust me, I'm a doctor," I told her with a smile.

She still seemed skeptical but there wasn't much I could do at two in the morning. "Do you want me to stay with you?" I wasn't going to sleep away from Bella when she so clearly needed someone to be with her.

Bella yawned and nodded, scooting over so I could climb under the covers with her. I slid under and pulled her to me. Bella rested her head against my chest as I held her. I was no longer worried about getting her sick; I knew that I had already been around her too much to prevent it now. At the moment I was only concerned with making her feel safe. Shortly after Bella's breathing evened out I felt myself drifting off to sleep again.

Right before I drifted off, I heard my sweet Bella whisper, "Feel better."


A/N: so that's it! I thought it might be cute to show Edward being the weaker one for a change. Please review if you have the time xD