Not Bella

disclaimer: the twilight saga and it's characters are not mine, even though i wish it was. :(

Dedication: To Ali! I love you, Ali-boo! :D I hope you love this story!!!

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Chapter 2:

Make Her Better

(Edward's POV)

No. No, this can't be happening. Not to my Bella.

I never thought this could be an issue. I thought that I would protect her from any sickness possible.

But now, as I kneel next to her, I realize how wrong I was.

My Bella had the Spanish Influenza. The sickness that my parents, and hundreds of other people had died from.

The sickness that I basically died from.

Bella looked up at me with pleading eyes. She continued to cough up blood, making me physically sick inside.

That was when Carlisle walked through the door.

"Edward..." He started, then he looked at the scene that was playing in front of him. "Oh no."

I scooped Bella up into my arms and carried her to her room. Carlisle was right behind me.

"I know what it is, Carlisle." I told him, setting Bella carefully on her bed, brushing the sweat off of her forehead with my cold hand.

"We can't be certain." Carlisle said.

"I had the same symptoms." I whispered, sitting on the foot of Bella's bed, taking her hand. "I can't believe this. She has teh Spanish Influenza, Carlisle."

Bella's eyes grew big as I said the words out loud. She looked just as scared as I felt.

"We will have to take her to the hospital and do some testing." Carlisle said, kneeling in front of Bella. "Can you speak, Bella?"

Bella looked at me while she responded.

"I think so." She said in a husky, sick sounding voice.

I knew what was coming, and I couldn't hold it back. I started to cry dry tears.

Then I looked Bella straight in the eyes and made a promise that I would keep if it meant the death of me.

"I will make you better, Bella." I swore, leaning over and kissing her lips lightly. "I will if it's the last thing I do."

"Edward." She whispered, holding my face close to hers with weak hands. "I'll be okay. You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine."

"No, your not." I argued gently.

She smiled halfheartedly at me, running her pale fingers through my hair.

"I love you." I told her, kissing her again. "So, so much. I promise I will make you better, Bella. I promise."

She looked into my eyes with a trusting look on her face.

"I know." She responded, leaning her forehead against mine. "And I love you, too, Edward."

And then Bella fell asleep in my cold arms.

"Don't worry, Edward." Carlisle said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Everything will be fine. We will make her well."

"And what if we don't?" I whispered back, stroking Bella's face. "What if it takes the same effect on her as it did for me and my parents?"

Carlisle didn't have to answer. I already knew what we would do if Bella was going to die from this.

I would turn her into a vampire.

And now, even though I was worried as much as anything could be, I was willing to do it.

Bella would not die from this. One way or the other.

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Okay, she has the Spanish Influenza. Next chapter will explain how she got it and everything. Did you like it? I really hope you did. I really like writing this story!!!! :)

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