A/N: So, I have a lot of ideas for a Twilight fic but don't actually want to make a multi chapter story or make a bunch of oneshots. So I decided to put them all in here. :) So, alrighty. This should be exciting.
Like the last one, this oneshot will also take place during the 'summer' that Bella refers to in New Moon. And I plan on writing some oneshots about other characters as well, just at the moment the Bella/Edward thought processes are more prevalent than others. ;)
Bella's POV
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth against the pain in my head. It was so sharp that I was feeling a little nauseous and I just couldn't find the energy to move. What was worse, Edward was going to be up here in a matter of milliseconds and all I was going to do was get him all worked up about a stupid headache. Great.
I didn't hear him come in, like usual, but I could sense his presence once he was inside. I swear, it's as if he oiled the window because when I first moved in it used to squeak and screech so badly that I just never opened it. Now it was pulled up with ease and silence. I guess another perfect quality of his was fixing windows.
"Hi," I mumbled, hoping I sounded tired instead of pained.
"Hello," came his hesitant, silky voice. Hesitation soon melted into concern. "What's the matter?" Oh. So he had noticed that my eyes were squeezed shut and that my arm was draped across my forehead in an attempt to ward away the pain.
"It's nothing," I tried to sigh casually, forcing my eyes to open and my forearm to move back to my side against the sheets. "I'm just kind of tired."
He frowned and was at my side in an instant. I wriggled over to give him room on the bed, careful to make sure that the leg with the cast on it was far enough over, and he gladly took it once it was made available. "Bella, love, I've seen you when you're tired and you never look like you're in pain." Damn. "Please tell me what's wrong. What's hurting you?"
The wild concern and his lurking suspicions I was sure he had finally forced me to confess. "I just have a really bad headache. The aspirin I took an hour ago hasn't done anything and it just… really hurts." Hearing the problem out loud, I realized how silly I sounded and blushed dark red.
Apparently, Edward didn't think it was so silly. In fact, he seemed to treat it as if I'd just announced that my appendix had burst. "What do you need? Do you need some water? Should I get you another pillow?" He left the bed, causing a cool draft to linger in the spot he currently occupied.
I groaned. I just knew he would overreact. "No, I don't need anything. It just has to work its course." I reached a hand out to him where he paused halfway through my door. "Please come back." The pleading in my voice obviously won out over his frantic instincts and he was back in an unnaturally quick speed.
"What do you need?" Edward asked softly, obviously forcing himself to be calm if only for my sake. I smiled at him.
"Just you," I replied, looking directly into his topaz eyes and feeling a little bit better instantly. This seemed to please him, because a rare smile flitted across his face and he shifted closer to me.
He raised a hand to tuck some of my hair back from my face but he allowed his hand to linger for a moment. "I have an idea," he murmured, pressing his hand lightly against my forehead, then my right temple, and then my left, then back to my forehead in a quick and soothing pattern. The iciness of his touch eased the ache and I sighed, closing my eyes again.
The relief was almost immediate. Edward's hands had a similar effect to the pain that a bag of ice would have, temporarily mollifying the ache in my head. "Thanks." I felt content and it was reflected in my voice. I felt him relax as well and he allowed his hand to rest against my forehead for a moment. "You are officially better than medicine. I might never go back to it."
"Anything for you," he told me with another smile. He then removed his hand from my head, as much as it saddened me. "That does not include giving you a cold, however. My skin doesn't have a remedy for that."
I sighed disgruntledly but didn't ask for the hand back. My headache was gone for the moment and I turned on my side to face him, feeling more at ease and comfortable. "Does it include singing to me?" I asked, feeling both bold and shy in asking him.
"Of course." He pulled me up, carefully, against him and I leaned my head against his shoulder as he began to sing something so soft that I could hardly hear it. Breathing in the smell of him was lovely and much more enjoyable now that the throbbing was gone from my head. I was pretty sure that just the sound of Edward's voice chased away any lingering pain that might have been building up there and I was glad.
As I fell asleep pressed against him, I thought about how Edward always made everything better for me and how truly lucky I was. No, not lucky. Blessed.
A/N: As weird as this sounds, I had this idea because of a really bad headache I had today. Not that I thought Edward should be there to make it go away I just… you know, I can't really explain the thought process. Oh well. Please review?