AN: In this particular story Charlie and Renee are still together, Phil doesn't exist.
AGES:
Bella: 18
Edward: 18
Alice: 17
Jasper: 18
Rosalie: 17
Emmett: 17
Charlie: 39
Renee: 38
Esme: 38
Carlisle: 39
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of these characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer.
I dedicate this chapter to 'Lil_Missy_Cassie, Mariana Teresia, and CoraCullen22, for reviewing before I even posted this chapter, thanks a lot (: Now for the chapter.
Chapter 1
I opened my eyes to the morning light bouncing off my sunny yellow walls, and moaned. I felt awful.
"Bella! Time to get up! Your father and I are leaving now," Renee called.
"Mom wait, come here please," I called back.
My mother walked into my room and stood by the bed.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I'm not going to school, I don't feel good." I coughed and dramatically choked back vomit.
"Are you ok? Do I need to stay home with you?" she asked worriedly.
I sighed. Mom was always very overprotective with me. She worried herself grey if I got sick with something as simple as the common cold.
"Mom, I'm fine, I just want to stay home and relax. Go to work," I mumbled, falling onto my pillows.
"Well okay... Bella, if you need me, promise you'll call? I love you," she kissed me on the forehead. "You're burning up." She looked at her watch. "Can you take your temperature sweetie? I'm going to be late. Feel better darling. I'll see you later tonight – your dad will be home at nine."
"Okay mom, go, I'll be fine."
She looked at me for a second but turned and walked out. I sighed once the door was closed.
Mom was a doctor and Dad was a police officer. They both worked a lot – we lived in Phoenix, Arizona; a lot of people needed medicine and a lot more needed arresting.
I yawned, picked up my cell phone and and sent a text to my boyfriend, Edward.
I won't be at school today, I'm sick.
I love you,
Bella
I pressed send and sat up, I felt light headed immediately.
"Whoa," I mumbled, lying back down.
'It's a love story baby just say yes,' my text tone sang. I smiled and looked at the new message.
I'll skip, be there in thirty minutes
Love you,
Edward
I smiled; Edward always skipped school when I was sick. I loved that about him; I was hardly ever alone if he could help it. I got up to freshen up, not wanting Edward to see me like this. As soon as I was up I felt nauseous so I darted to the bathroom and threw up. I groaned and closed my eyes. After a few minutes I slowly stood up and went to my closet.
I picked out a pink Hollister shirt, denim shorts and the appropriate undergarments. I went into the bathroom and showered, washing my hair with strawberry shampoo and conditioner. After the mixed berry soap, I got out, dried off and dressed myself. I looked in the mirror and groaned.
My hair was a curly mess, so I grabbed my hair straightener and while waiting for it to heat I applied some light make-up. I straightened my hair, brushed it and put the straightener away. As soon as I was done with that I stood up too quickly and the nausea hit again. I dived for the toilet. Disgusted, I brushed my teeth and used Listerine until every breath tasted like the stuff.
The doorbell rang, so I headed slowly down the stairs. Edward grinned at me when I pulled the door back – I tried to return the smile but it must have looked wrong. I still felt dizzy.
"Are you okay Bella?" Edward asked me, pulling me into his arms.
"I don't know, I want to lie down." I yawned and let Edward support my weight.
"Okay, let's go." He scooped me up, bridal style, and headed for the stairs. "Have you taken your temperature?"
"Not yet, I was on my way to though."
He opened my door and laid me on the bed. I saw him enter my bathroom and he came back with the thermometer. He stuck it in my mouth and waited for it to beep. When it did he took the thermometer out of my mouth and looked at it.
"Bella, your temperature is 104.5! I want to take you to the hospital, right now," he said.
"No, you don't need to do that, Edward," I mumbled.
I felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom, throwing up while Edward held my hair.
"Really, I'm fine," I said helplessly.
He rolled his eyes and picked me up. I stuck my tongue out at him, he thought just because I was five foot one and eighty-eight pounds he could act like I was a rag doll. I hated being so small sometimes, but I had gained three pounds in the last month. We were out in his car and he set me down, so I cooperated and buckled my seatbelt. Edward got in the drivers seat. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway. I turned off the air-con because I was freezing, and sat back.
I was shivering after a bit. "Edward, I'm really cold."
"I didn't think to bring you a jacket. It's hot, Bella. I'm burning up in here."
"Well I'm cold."
He stopped at a red light and grabbed his jacket from the backseat. He handed it to me and as I put it on, he turned the air back on. I grimaced. The hospital wasn't that far and we were now pulling into the emergency section.
"This is no emergency, Edward," I told him.
"You don't know that," he retorted.
I rolled my eyes and got out. Edward came out and held my hand. We walked into the hospital and up to the front desk.
"My girlfriend is running high fever," he told the lady at the desk. "We need a checkup as soon as possible."
"Okay, Dr. Reynolds is available. I'll page him." She typed something into the computer. "Name of patient?"
"Bella Swan," I chimed in.
"He'll be with you shortly," she picked up a magazine and waved us away.
"Rude," I cussed, too low for her to hear.
But Edward heard because he grinned. I smiled back at him and we sat down together. Shortly after a doctor walked up to the front desk and turned to face the chairs.
"Bella Swan," the doctor called.
I walked up to the doctor with Edward right behind me.
"Hello, what seems to be the problem?" the doctor asked me.
"I've thrown up three times, have been getting dizzy, and have a 104.5 fever," I responded.
"OK, we'll just do a standard check-up and if we find nothing there I'll go for a urine test."
I nodded and we went into an examination room. He measured my height and weight. I was still five foot one and eighty-eight pounds.
"You're a tiny thing," he said to me, making a mark on his folder. "Quite underweight. You should be around ninety three to one hundred pounds. Do you do any sports?" he asked.
"Yes, cheerleading."
He nodded and we went through a few more procedures. Once all that seemed to be done, he started making longer notes on his folder. Eventually he looked at me and Edward, sitting down, holding hands.
"How old are you, Bella?" Dr. Reynolds asked
"Seventeen," I responded.
"I know the problem."
AN: I've never been in the emergency room so I just did it the way I wanted hah. It was short, but the next one will probably be longer. I know this Bella is not like the real one, but you will see the true Bella come through at certain times. Edward is kinda like the real one but he is different, of course. Reviews would be grand. I will start the next chapter right away. And hopefully will have it posted later today. I'm starting with cheerleading clinics tomorrow so I may or may not be able to post all through this week after today but I'll try, thanks for reading. Review and I'll send a little sneak peak of the next chapter. (:
Love you all.
~Ariel
