Here is a respone to Musically Inclined's challenge- Bella is sick. Two shots at the most. Well, this will be will two shot, but it shouldn;'t take long (the chapters are short ish). Bella is depicted as sick, but it's not quite what you would expect from this challenge... enjoy.

Oh and I am sorry for my atrocious grammar and spelling with the sick people dialogue. But I hab to hab them talk like this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.


Bella POV

"Bella! Phone for you!" Charlie yelled up the stairs. I dashed down, hoping for a call from Edward. He was hunting- but he had his cell phone. I wrenched the phone out of my father's hands and pressed it hard against my ear. Instead of a perfect, velvety voice, I heard a husky, congested one.

"Hey, Bells…" Jacob sighed and I heard sneezing. "I'b sick. Sorry, we hab to cancel our plans for today. But the bloodsucker's gone, right? Maybe- achoo!- Sunday?"

"What do you have?" I asked, concerned. He was no Edward, but Jake was my best friend!

"Just a cold," he told me and I could see him rolling his eyes at my concern. "I'b on patrol too, so it would be hard to hang out."

"How can you…" I glanced over at Charlie, who was still in the room. "Go out when you're sick?"

"Eberyone's sick, Bells! It's winter, we all hab colds!" I made my decision right there and then.

"Jacob Black don't you move! I'm coming to help you feel better!" I walked into the kitchen and started gathering soup. "But I get ten years for this."

Jake started to laugh, but was cut off by a loud sneeze.

"I'b guessing I lost years for this?" he asked tentatively, as if he was really concerned about his "age."

"Yeah, you're back down to 15," I giggled, grabbing my cell phone just in case Edward called. I stuck the soup cans in a plastic shopping bag and went looking for my keys.

"But I'b not even 15 now! Can't I at least be by real age?" Jake whined as I picked my keys up from their spot.

"Nope. Now don't move! I'll be there soon!" I ordered sternly.

"Ub, Bells? How are you supposed to find be when I'b in the middle ob the woods?"

"Jacob Black, get home and get to bed! Now!" I hung up the phone and went outside to start my car. For a lovable dog, this kid was annoying!


I spent that day at the Black house, laughing and hanging out with Jake. He had a really bad cold- I was tempted to yell at Sam for making him work. Jacob convinced me not to bother.

That evening, I walked into my house with the sniffles- it was nothing, really. It was winter and my nose was cold. The snow had made my nose run.


I awoke the next morning to Edward's lullaby. He was laying beside me and I cuddled into his arms. His skin felt cooler than ever and I sighed at the touch.

"Bella, you're burning up. Are you okay? Have you turned wolf on me?" he teased, nevertheless pulling out a thermometer. Where did he get this stuff? Did Alice tell him?

"One oh one point two. That, plus no breathing through the nose and the fact that you dearly need a tissue," he passed me one, "I believe you have a cold. It's no wonder, really, you can't get any warmth from being around me and it can't help fight of disease. I want you to stay in bed- don't worry, you won't have to do a thing."

I blew my nose gratefully. Once my head was cleared, I rolled my eyes.

"Edward, it's a cold. I'b fine. It's a huban thing, you wouldn't get it. I bet you couldn't even act it!" I challenged and he gave me that adorable crooked smile.

"Try me," he smirked and in a flash he was gone. Wonderful, now my over protective, immune to all diseases and injuries, vampire boyfriend was sick!