Edward's pov
"Edward, wake up!!"
I turned back over in my bed stuffing my head under the pillows.
"Ed, I mean it. I think there is something wrong with mom!" A lump rose to my throat.
"What do you mean?" I said throwing the covers off my shirtless body.
"Uhg! Put a shirt on first," screeched my sister Chloe tossing me my white button up shirt that was hanging on my dresser.
"okay, I went into her room this morning. She was shaking like mad. She kept saying that she was freezing but when I felt her forehead she was but she was burning up!" Chloe looked at me with eyes wide in terror.
I slipped my shirt on over my head then dashed down the stairs of our 19th century mansion- my father is a lawyer.
When I rushed into the room I stopped in my tracks.
My beautiful mother, bright green eyes, soft skin, mow had dark circles under her eyes and hot sweat dripping down her face.
I was stunned.
She looks ghastly, I better get a doctor quick.
I rushed to her side and draped a wet towel over her eyes.
"Edward," she said in a voice barley audible, "don't worry about me. I will be fine."
I smiled on the outside. On the inside I was terrified.
"I will be right back. I promise." I dashed out the front door, across the front lawn, into the busy morning street, still in my night clothes.
I was a fairly good runner, fast but still agile.
I dodged numerous pedestrians, and nearly missed being hit by about every town car in the whole city of Chicago.
The hospital was just a few blocks away from the Mason manor, and at the pace I was sprinting I would be there in a matter of minutes.
I have got to hurry, a disease has been going around that is deadly. I have got to get a doctor before she get any worse.
When I saw the entrance to the hospital I let out a little sigh of relief.
When I hauled my body into the doors, I realized that sigh of relief had been for nothing.
The narrow hall of the hospital was packed full of jumbled looking doctors that didn't seam to notice my sudden appearence, even though i was waring revealing night clothes.
Got to find a doctor... got to find... A DOCTOR!!
I slipped past rushing nurses, and grabbed the scruff of a shirt of a doctor and spun him around to face me.
Compared to the other frazzled professionals, the man -who looked young as my mother- was cool, calm and collected.
"My mother, she needs help. She is too sick to get out of bed! Please help me, please." i pleaded frantically.
I don't know why, but somewhere in my rambling, i convinced him to come.
Thank god! Now i have a terribble headache, oh well.
I brushed the emense pain off like it was an annoying fly.
What seamed like hours, the handsome dorctor and myself finally reached my mother's room.
The blinds were drawn.
She seamed almost serine, lying there, cold sweat dripping down her forehead.
Now that there is a doctor here... maybe i can just rest..for a little bit.
The headache came back almost in an instant.
I winced from the pain.
I felt as bad as my mother looked.
Clenching my teeth together, i slumped down to the floor, my back propped against the wall, shivering.
The young doctor starred hard into my eyes, his brow scrunching.
He paced over to me and layed his hand across my hairline.
His hand was ice cold.
It felt sensational on my feverish skin.
"You need to rest, i am afriad you and your mother... have the influenza."
The doctor's soothing tone was the last thing i heard before passing out.
Then i woke up with excurciating pain pulsing from my heart.
It was as if i was in fire.