Just a random thought I had, Anthony and Bella are both human!

I'm not Stephanie Meyer (sigh), I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.

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I stared at my Bella, my heart was racing, I felt so helpless.

She has a maximum of 2 weeks, I'd say, I'm sorry. The doctor had said. Sorry wasn't good enough.

'Antony?' Bella croaked. I was gazing out of the window next to her bed. She was never awake long, I had to treasure the time I had left with her.

'I'm here, how are you doing?' I asked anxiously.

'Fine, how are you?'

'Bella, don't downplay it, I'd prefer to know the truth, how do you feel?'

'Better, I think.' She said doubtfully.

'You will get better Bella. You will. I know you will.' I said fiercely, she smiled and nodded. She looked so tiny and fragile in the hospital bed.

'Promise me.'

'Promise you what?'

'Keep fighting, no matter what, for me. I need you Bella, I don't know what I'd do if I… lost you' I struggled out the last few words, Bella had no idea, if she died, there was no reason for me anymore, I'd be a lost soul, wandering the earth with no particular purpose. I let Bella take in my words; she took a deep breath and nodded. Her heart monitor was stuttering, her breathing catching on her throat.

'You promise?' I pressed.

'Kay.' She whispered, using her last bit of energy. She shut her eyes and fell back to sleep. Just then a doctor walked in, he looked like a movie star, blonde hair, weird golden eyes and skin as pale as a sheet, he wasn't Bella's usual doctor.

'Where is Dr Snow?' I asked.

'She isn't well, but I'm Dr Cullen, I think I know everything, this is Bella Swan, is that correct?' He asked formally.

'Yes, she was awake a second ago. She has cancer.' My chest grew tight. He smiled at me understandingly.

'I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?' He asked softly.

'I'm her boyfriend, Anthony Masen. I'm her long term boyfriend.' I tacked on the end, he couldn't possibly understand what Bella meant to be, but he nodded all the same.

'How is she doing?' He asked sympathetically. I took a deep breath, and said two words which crumpled me to the point of physical pain.

'2 weeks' I felt my eyes tearing up, but stopped them with my sleeve, faking a cough.

'I see. I'm so sorry.' He sighed.

'So it is true?'

'From what I can see, yes.' He whispered, he was holding a bunch of papers. I clenched my fist.

'Save her. Please, do whatever you can, operations, whatever, you have got to save my Bella. She can not die.' I wasn't quick enough to stop it, a tear ran down my face, I rubbed it away.

'I wish I could help, I really do…'

'But you can!' I shouted angrily. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open.

'I mean, you're a doctor, its your job to fix people, people get saved all the time. Please' my eyes burned with the sincerity of my request. He pursed his lips, deep in thought.

'Please Dr Cullen. Please, I'll do anything, anything you ask.' I promised.

'There's one thing I can do. But you're not going to like it, I don't know, maybe I'm crazy for even thinking you would want…' He began.

'Do it! Save her! Please! Whatever the price, I'll pay, I will!' I was almost screaming.

'You sure you'll pay the price?' He asked, uncertain.

'Well I'm not rich, but I can find you money, of course I can…'

'I don't want your money; I want something more precious, because, you see. In order to save dear Bella, I'll need one thing.'

'What is it?!' I shouted.

'Her soul.' He said menacingly, and the screaming began.

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