Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, the lovely Stephenie Meyer does. *sad*
(Continued from Chapter 7, Page 122, Breaking Dawn)
BPOV
"Edward, seriously? Calm down. I don't need to go see a doctor," I said getting up from off the bed. I'd be damned if I let him take me to Rio. Going to the Mainland meant hospitals. Hospitals meant doctors. Doctors meant needles, and lastly, needles meant more pain.
Edward looked at me wearily. It took him a few minutes to respond. "Are you sure? I mean, food poisoning can lead to a serious illness… and death," He whispered the last word softly.
"I'm human," -not for long- I added mentally. "I'm bound to get sick." I finished. Edward nodded his head before he walked up to me from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist, laying his chin on the top of my head.
Then he spoke gently, "Bella, I know. I just don't like seeing you in pain, even if it's the normal cycle of life. I feel helpless. That all I can do is comfort you and maybe find some kind of medication that could work, and just wait. I wish I could take it away."
I didn't say this out loud, but all he had to do was change me. But don't worry, I told myself. In a few weeks, I would be like him; finally equal. No less, no more. The same. I smiled internally at that.
I don't know how long we stayed embraced like that; it could have been forever. All I know is that in sickness or in health, my vampire husband will always be there for me.
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