This is a crossover between the hit Fox TV show, House MD, and Stephenie Meyer's bestselling book, Twilight. I haven't ever seen it done before and this idea wouldn't leave me alone. Enjoy and please read and review! Author's note at the bottom!

Disclaimer: I do not own House or Twilight. I am just using the characters for my own devious ends! XD This story is filed under House as "Anatomy of a Mystery" and under Twilight as "In Sickness and In Health."

Foreman raised his eyebrows as Cameron rushed past him, not even registering that he was there. He noted with surprise that her face was blotchy and she looked like she'd seen a ghost. Shaking his head in amusement, Foreman continued down the hallway. He stopped just outside the patient's room and observed the scene there.

The patient, a young dark haired girl with dark eyes, was smiling up at the boy seated by her bed. As Foreman watched, the boy held out his hand, which was as white as the sheets on the bed, and stroked the back of Bella's hand. The boy was handsome, even Foreman could see that. His bronze hair, pale skin, and thin build made him look like he should be on the runway, instead of sitting at a bedside in a hospital. As he mentally compared the couple, Foreman wondered what it was about this relatively plain girl that had attracted this unusually good looking boy to her. It was obvious they weren't even close to the same class of people and Foreman shook his head at the cliché nature of the rich pretty boy and his poor girl next door. As the thought flitted through his mind, Foreman thought he saw Edward's brow furrow slightly, as if he had heard the doctor's less than kind thoughts, but that was impossible so Foreman wrote it off as a trick of the light and went back to observing. He only watched for a moment longer, however, before sighing and striding into the room.

"Good morning, Bella," he greeted the patient. "My name is Doctor Foreman. I'm one of the doctors working on your case." He turned to the boy sitting by her bed. "Are you her husband?"

The boy stood and held out his hand to Foreman. "Yes," he said in a clear, almost musical voice. "I'm Edward Cullen."

Foreman moved forward and grasped Edward's hand…and narrowly managed to stifle his gasp of surprise. Edward's skin was as cold as ice. Foreman raised his eyebrows as Edward smiled widely and let go of Edward's hand. Foreman took a step back and took a second to recover from the shock.

"I was, uh, wondering if I could have a word with you Mr. Cullen. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Edward nodded. "Of course," he said. He turned toward Bella. "I'll be right back, love."

Bella smiled slightly. "Don't be gone too long."

Edward smiled and turned to Foreman, who gestured to the door and strode out to the small waiting area at the end of the hallway. He took a seat on one side and gestured Edward into a seat on the other side. Once they were both situated, Foreman rubbed his hands together and smiled.

"Congratulations on your marriage," he said.

Edward nodded once. "Thank you."

"Have you and Bella been together long?"

Edward sighed and leaned forward slightly in his chair. "Does it really matter, Dr. Foreman?" he asked in a weary voice. "Is it medically relevant or are you asking in an attempt to make me feel more comfortable? My wife is sick. She could…she may be…dying." Edward's voice broke on the last word and he looked down at the ground. His strange golden eyes were burning when he looked back up a few moments later. "You wanted to ask me about something specific. So ask me."

Foreman looked into Edward's face for a moment and then sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I need to know exactly what happened before you called 911."

Edward looked down at his hands. "Bella and I were walking through the coffee shop in the terminal. Bella hadn't eaten all day, so I was going to buy her a donut. As we passed the counter to look at what they had, she stopped and put her hand on her stomach and said she didn't feel well. I asked her what was wrong and she started to say something, but she never got it out. She started vomiting everywhere. I've never seen anything like it in all my life. I dragged her over to a trashcan and held her hair back. When it slowed down a little bit I managed to dig my phone out of my pocket and I called my father."

Foreman frowned. "Why call him first? Why not call 911?"

"My father is a doctor," Edward explained. "He's very good at what he does."

Foreman nodded. "So you called him…and then what?"

"He told me to call an ambulance and get her to Princeton Plainsborough. He said there was a very good diagnostician here that would be able to help Bella. I had to hang up after that because Bella started retching again. When this bout was over, I called 911 and requested the ambulance and now we're here."

Foreman nodded. "And there wasn't any indication that Bella was sick before?"

Edward sighed and shook his head. "No, not that I noticed."

Foreman thought for a moment. "You said Bella hasn't eaten anything today…is it normal for her to skip a lot of meals?"

Edward's brow furrowed. "No. She –" He suddenly cut off and stood up. "Something's wrong with, Bella," he said and started walking towards Bella's room.

Foreman was taken aback and took a second to recover before he jumped out of his chair and followed. As he enetered Bella's room he was shocked. There was blood everywhere. Bella was vomiting fountains of blood over the side of her bed. Edward was nowhere to be seen, but then, the next second he was right there, holding Bella's hair back and there was suddenly a trashcan under her. Foreman blinked in confusion and then yelled down the hallway for a nurse.

A few minutes later, the vomiting stopped and Bella laid back in her bed, breathing hard. Ignoring the blood which was still everywhere, Foreman took out his stethoscope and placed it on Bella's chest listening carefully. A few moments later he pulled the stethoscope out of his ears and looked at Edward for a long moment.

"She's lost a lot of blood so we're going to give her a transfusion. A nurse will be in in a few minutes to give it to her and there will also be someone in soon to clean this up. I need to go consult with Doctor House," he said finally. "If she starts vomiting again, get the nurse in here."

Foreman strode out the door and headed towards House's office. As he went however, he glanced back and caught Edward's eye. His gaze seemed to burn into Foreman as if he already knew what Foreman had discovered when he listened to Bella's lungs and his eyes seemed to burn, as if they were on fire. Foreman felt a shiver crawl down his back, but he shook the feeling off and hurried down the hallway.

A/N: At long last, I am back! The last several months have been very hard on me and I've had a tough time concentrating on anything. Things are starting to look up though and I've finally gotten my muse back! So enjoy this chapter and those that are to come!

And thank you, my dear readers, for all the support even through my absense. This story is still getting reviews even though I haven't updated since September. Thank you and I hope this chapter was interesting! The next chapter should be even better!