Please R&R, I need it (: I would love to know what you think. I will hopefully post the next chapter soon in Esme POV…
Also it's the holidays now and I literally have nothing better to do so I'm open to story suggestions. I like doing sickfics and unusual pairings (but I'll take any suggestions what so ever for any pairings/characters/storylines)
Another thing; the only reason I've joined the covens together for this one is because I like working with a wide range of relationships as it makes for interesting writing.
IT WILL GET BETTER AFTER THIS CHAPTER (especially after feedback) (:

Tanya POV

Our two covens had almost become one now, to the point where we lived together, along with Alistair, and we were like one big family. It made the Volturi nervous, but it was fun. It also saved on a lot of travel to see each other. For the moment, we were all staying in Alaska.

"Over slept, did we?" Alistair teased his friend over his shoulder.
"Shut up," Carlisle mumbled, rubbing his hand over his face and trying to push his hair out of his eyes. He was obviously still half asleep.
"You have to be the weirdest vampire on the face of the planet for needing them, but you're cute with your glasses on," he told him, smiling and teasing again.
"Go away," he mumbled again, disappearing into the other room.
"Glasses, coffee and sleeping, Carlisle. What is the world coming to?" he laughed.
"Can you not?" We could barely hear him.
After a few minutes he came back in and sat with us at the table, holding his cup with both hands.
It was odd, but he really did look twenty three today, maybe even younger. Vulnerable, I realised. The sleeves of his jumper were too long and covered up to the tips of his fingers and the way he held the cup made me think of a little kid. His hair was slightly messy, straighter than usual, and had fallen tucked under his thickly framed glasses and he was still only semi coherent.
"You alright, my friend?" Alistair nudged him.
"Yeah, just tired." He tried and failed to stifle a yawn.
We continued our conversation but Carlisle didn't join in. He stayed quiet and lent his forehead against his hand, looking as though he was on the verge of going back to sleep again.

"Hey love," Esme came in and kissed the top of his head as she passed. He jumped and glanced up at her. She giggled. "I'm going shopping with Bella, Alice and Rose, okay?"
He nodded but didn't appear to comprehend what she had said. He still hadn't touched his drink.
"Are you feeling okay?" she asked him gently, standing behind him and hugging him the best she could while he was sitting. She kissed the side of his face.
"Yes…"
She frowned. "Are you sure? You don't look okay, sweetie."
He nodded sleepily and she rubbed her hand up his back.
"Do you want me to stay with you? I can stay here," she offered.
"…Go…" his speech was slightly slurred.
"Carlisle?" she looked worried.
"I'm okay." He tried to sound more awake then he was.
She sighed but didn't look convinced. "You will call me if you're not well, won't you honey?"
"Hmm," he nodded.
"Carlisle, where's your phone?" She obviously doubted he was okay. She reached into his pocket and put it in his free hand. "Promise me, love."
He nodded again.
"Carlisle," she shook his shoulder.
"Yes I promise," he mumbled.
"Okay, see you later then." She kissed him again but he didn't seem to notice. "I love you."
"…Love you too…"
She squeezed his shoulder before walking away again.
He lent forward to rest the side of his face on the table. Alistair glanced down at him, then up at Garrett who shrugged. They both looked concerned.
"Um, Carlisle," Alistair wrapped his arm around him and pulled him closer. "What's up with you?"
"…Tired," he barely got the words out. Alistair frowned and the two of them exchanged eye contact again.
"Bed maybe?" Garrett suggested, more to Alistair than Carlisle.
Carlisle shook his head and lent on the table again.

"Carlisle we're going to play baseball tonight, are you-" Emmett stopped talking and did a double take on the whole vulnerable thing. "Never mind, maybe not today…" He wandered off again.
Carlisle winced at the sound of his voice and took his first sip of coffee. It seemed to be a real struggle for him to force it down.
"A-Alistair…?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah?" he cut off mid-speech to Eleazar.
"I-I-I-" He started to panic.
"Slow down," he told him.
"I-I need to be sick but I don't think I can stand up…" His voice shook. I realised that his whole body was trembling.
Garrett pulled his cup away as I quickly went to find a bucket.
"I think he's going to fall," Alistair told me as I came back. He was holding Carlisle back against the seat. He looked only just conscious. He took the bucket from me and stuck it in front of his friend. "You can hear me, right?" he asked him.
Carlisle nodded and tried to say something but the words wouldn't come out. He whimpered and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"You okay?" I could see Alistair becoming more and more alarmed and I was partly glad Esme wasn't here because her reaction would have been worse.
"...no…" he squeaked. He looked like he was going to cry.
"Hey, what's wrong? What are you scared of?" He knelt in front of him.
I hadn't really seen this side of Alistair before; it was kind of sweet.
"I-I d-don't w-want t-throw up," he whimpered.
"Alistair, he has a phobia of being sick," Garrett said quietly.
"Oh, um, that explains a few things," he smiled, still appearing calm.
Carlisle tensed and put his hand to his mouth, biting his finger nails.
Alistair seemed at a loss of what to do now. He looked up at me as if to ask for help.
"Okay, come here," I took his place. I had a vague recollection of Sasha doing this to Irina, who was more of a drama queen than anything else but it was the same principal.
I took off his glasses and put them on the table, then pulled back his sleeves a bit. "Garrett, can you call Esme please?" I asked slowly.
He nodded.
"No-" Carlisle started but he winced and then gasped, cutting himself off.
"You're okay." I held the bucket level with the top of his legs. There was a thirty second pause before he was sick the first time.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled between gasps.
"It's okay, Carlisle. You're allowed to get sick."
As soon as the words left my mouth he threw up again. It looked like it hurt an incredible amount and even though he didn't want us to call her I could tell he wanted Esme more than anything.

After a while, his eyes became dark again and he stopped bringing anything up. I forced him to let go of the bucket even though he was reluctant and put it on the floor.
It was about then that Esme rushed in, hugging him as soon as she got close enough.
"My poor Carlisle, I knew I shouldn't have left you," she told him, rubbing his back again. "Sweetie, you should have told me you weren't feeling well," she scolded lightly.
He didn't say anything but lent into her, almost asleep again.
"Come on, I think you had better go to bed." She helped him to his feet, steadying him when he lost his balance. She took his hand then and led him up the stairs, stopping him from falling every time he stumbled.
The rest of us sat in shock, unsure what to do next.

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