Hi guys! So, I know that I've still got my other fanfiction Having the strength to change the future to work on (by the way if you haven't read it you should go check it out!), but I thought that I should put up a different story just in case you don't like the Alice and Jasper fanfic. For those Bella and Edward fans out there, I thought you might like this one better. So without further ado, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Even if you haven't read my other fanfiction, you should still know that a lowly commoner such as I does not own Twilight. Nor will I ever...unless I go back in time. Yeah, so I'll never own it.

Bella's POV

I woke up to warm, clammy skin and an empty bed.

My whole body practically ached, and I was beyond tired even after 12 hours of sleep. Not only that, but my thoughts didn't seem to agree with each other at all. Half of me was happy that Edward wasn't here to see my moment of human fragility, but at the same time, the other half wished that my overprotective vampire fiance was there to comfort me and nurse me back to health.

Sure I had Charlie, the only problem was that he hadn't taken care of me since I was 8 and caught a cold while visiting him. Heck, he couldn't even make a decent cheese sandwich let alone a bowl of chicken soup.

As if he could read my thoughts (haha ironic isn't it), I heard a knock on my door and Charlie walked in.

"Bella are you alright? You're normally up by now and since I didn't hear you moving around up here I...uh...you know...um...just wanted to make sure that everything was okay." Charlie stuttered awkwardly.

I knew that he had good intentions, but his awkwardness wasn't going to help me get better. I could honestly do without him for awhile.

"I'm fine. I probably just have a cold or something. You can go into work, I'll be fine on my own." I answered hoping that he would get the message and leave.

Luckily, he understood and left for the police station. My luck seemed to grow when he also mentioned that he was going on a fishing trip with some of his police buddies and wouldn't be back for a few days.

Once I hear heard the click of the door closing downstairs, I kicked all of my sheets off and inched to the edge of the bed. Thinking a shower would be nice for my now throbbing head, I stood up to walk to the bathroom that seemed so far away since I practically have no energy. Apparently, my head didn't approve of the idea of the shower (I hate it when my head doesn't agree with my decisions), because as soon as I stood up, a wave of dizziness hit me and I fell to the floor.

This action didn't go well with my stomach as a wave of nausea spread over me and I suddenly had the urge to puke. Not wanting my floor to be covered with last night's half digested pizza, I somehow took whatever little strength I had left to walk- no, stumble was more like it-to the bathroom and empty my stomach into the toilet.

As if my falling and throwing up weren't enough, the burning sensation from the food coming back up caused my throat to become sore and scratchy. Now, because of this horrible and disgusting chain of events, my head was in agony, I had a stomach ache, and my throat felt like I had swallowed a pile of nails. Whoops. I guess my body didn't really like the idea of digesting nails, so once again I hurled up whatever was left in my stomach.

I'd eventually stopped puking and managed to flush the toilet while washing my mouth out with water at the sink. I opened the cabinet above the sink and took out a thermometer. Then I placed it under my tongue, and proceeded to hobble back to my room and fall, rather unceremoniously, onto my bed. As soon as I hit the mattress, the thermometer beeped. I took it out only to find that it read a whopping 102.2 degrees.

Throwing the small device on my nightstand, I burrowed my way under the covers desperately trying to get warm. I was happy that my sweating was gone, but now I was shivering uncontrollably.

I couldn't believe this was happening, of all people to get sick it had to be me. At least it didn't happen a few days before my wedding, or even worse, the day of my wedding. Still, I wouldn't put it pass me to get sick again on my wedding day.

'Wait, wedding?' I thought as I dozed.

Suddenly, my eyes shot open as I remembered what I was supposed to do today.

'I promised Alice that I would go to their house and give my approval on the decorations and things of that sort for the wedding.' I thought. 'Edward is going to be unbelievably worried after he sees that I won't show up today.'

Looking over at the clock I realized that I had a good hour before I had to be at the house. Hopefully after some sleep I would be feeling better enough that I could still make it on time without worrying Edward.

The thoughts and concerns of today's upcoming events had seriously drained me of the fraction amount of energy I had left, and I could feel my eyelids drooping.

Before I was able to finally succumb to sleep, I could have sworn I saw a pair of Topaz eyes. My delirious mind must have really gotten to me as I fell into unconsciousness wondering who on earth would have Topaz colored eyes.

I hope you liked the first chapter! I don't think this fanfic is going to be too long, but you never know;) Also, I would just like to say that the words in parenthesis were still Bella's thoughts not me talking. I just wanted to say this since other authors do put parenthesis in the middle of stories to say something that isn't from one of the characters. The only time I will be taking is if the words are in bold like right now. Anyway, reviews are greatly appreciated! Bye! :)