Thanks for reading! Please review and let me know what you think or if I should keep it going! Here's Chapter Two.

Bella's POV

Hold on. Please don't take her. Please. My thought echoed as I held my daughter who was gasping for air against my chest. My heart pounded in my ears as I felt the pain she was having as if it were my own. Her every whimper caused my entire body to curl in pain, but I held her tight against me, begging God or the universe for some answer to this misery. There had to be a solution despite everything they had told me. There had to be a way to save my baby.

Leukemia. The word made my skin crawl. When the doctors had uttered the words to me, my heart had dropped. I hadn't felt a pain so earth shattering since the day my love had left me. There was no expense that wouldn't be paid as long as they saved her. They had to save her. They began treatments immediately, and I watched as my beautiful brown haired child became much too thin and slowly lost her soft locks. We spent every night in the hospital, holding each other, unsure of what the next day would bring. She was so strong, always comforting me despite the fact that she was the one who was suffering. My eyes never left hers as the nights went by, and I prayed for her to wake up the next morning.

Months went by and we continued hoping for good news. We did everything they told us to do. We avoided places where infections were popular, which to my four year old, was the worst possible punishment. Home school was the only option that could work for us considering our circumstances and we kept up with material that she should be learning. When she should have entered kindergarden at age five, she was already ahead of any student that she would have come in contact with. She showed off to her nurses, bragging about how quickly she could spell her name and much more complicated words than that of any five year old. I was proud that even with her body struggling to live, she was continuing forward. Her future would be so bright as soon as she won the battle.

Treatments worked well the first year and a half. We began vitamins and a healthy diet. Charlie was constantly calling to check up on us, and came to visit during long periods of time in the hospital. I knew that he loved her, his little Ellie Rose, and she loved him back with a heart of gold. Every colored picture was for Grandpa Charlie and he craved getting those handfuls every time he walked through our door. He wasn't far, he still lived in his house in Forks and we lived safely near a hospital in Seattle. He and Sue had figured out a life together, and I loved hearing of their happy stories from time to time. Ellie loved to say Grandma Sue.

Renee came to visit when she could, but she was still living on the edge. I knew she would never grow old and the child in her heart was in full spring as she rounded the corner towards fifty. I enjoyed her stories, feeling my old need for adrenaline every time she described stories of jumping out of planes, climbing mountains, drinking questionable drinks, and just living on the beach. We had always promised to visit her one day, but being away from the hospital was not an choice for me. I wanted to be close just in case the worst happened, and I refused to be away from people who knew Ellie and how to care for her. Renee understood and visited about every six to eight months, but I knew she wanted to be there more. No one knew how long this battle would last, and unfortunately; if we would win.

It was mostly Ellie and I. We were connected at the hip and I had made work from home, being a reporter for Seattle Times, and traveling only to near by events when she was healthy enough to tag along. They understood and let me focus on stories that were easy to do from home and we continued on from there. I was able to keep her in treatments and still give her the life I knew she deserved. She had a play room filled with toys and a million ways for her to allow her imagination to continue to bloom and grow. Her focus would never be on the hospital or if she would live until tomorrow, but how beautiful each day was and the wonders that inevitably came with childhood. I wanted her to have a normal life, the best that I could give her.

However, Ellie's health took a sudden plummet in the weeks following her sixth birthday. At night, her nose would start bleeding and force us to go to the hospital. They had started becoming a normal occurrence that made me start an emergency bag that I left beside the door filled with things to comfort her with and clothes for both of us. Then, her pain began to take control of her bones. She would wake up crying and there was no choice but to just hold her. We had been allowed to take home certain medications, but she was always so scared of taking too many that she would want me to just hold her. I always did, and I never worried about anything as long as her arms were tight around me. I wish I could take it all away and take it. I was certain that if God offered, I would leave her in the capable hands of Charlie and I would go. As long as she lived.

I was ready for a crisis, it didn't matter the time or the day, I was ready. Any moment could happen and I began planning for each scenario. What if it happened when we were visiting Forks? I had contacted their paramedic team and they were ready to go the distance if needed. What happened if we were at an event? My work knew that if I would leave, it would only be because of Ellie. What if she got sick in the car, I had a bag ready. There was no question that I wasn't ready to answer. All but one. What if her treatments stopped working?

When they told me that her body was no longer responding to treatments, my whole world crashed. I had no answers. I begged them for some sort of hope, but all the other treatments were weaker, and they hadn't worked on her in the past. They told me the first step to coping with news like this was to accept it. Like hell I would. I would not accept that the one good thing this world made would have to pay for the idiocy of the human world not being intelligent enough to save itself. I finally understood why parents would go to any length to free their child from pain and how dying didn't seem like the worst scenario if it meant saving my child. From that moment, I knew I'd find a way.

I had pondered a thought, never letting it take full gear in my brain until I knew it was the last possible resort. Searching through doctors, I found most of them apologetically would say there was no way to beat this. Those words no longer mattered to me as I kept up my search. There had to be other ways to go about it. There had to be one treatment that would work or a new one on its way. There was an answer to every question. We just had to hold on.

Tonight, I had been working on a paper of the latest Seattle event, trying to describe it accurately even though my eyes were beginning to droop and I struggled to keep my head up. We had a rough day, Ellie's aches and pains took over for most of the evening, making bedtime a project. As soon as she closed her eyes, I rushed away to work on the words that were due by 6am the next morning. I had just finished with the final line and hit send, sending a note with it reminding them to edit it before publishing before slamming down my laptop. I half decided to just lean my head down and sleep for a few hours exactly where I was when I heard my daughter's voice scream out into the night air. I jumped, running across the house at full speed.

I caught the door with my arm but ignored the pain and my daughter launched herself into my arms, her nose bleeding and fresh vomit layered across her shirt. I clutched her and rushed to the bathroom as I tried my best to clean her up. Her tiny body shook with sobs as she cried out about the ache in her bones once more. My eyes filled with tears as I removed her soiled clothing and gently started a bath. She shook her head at me and continued to cry.

"Mommy, it hurts," she clutched at her legs and I wished that a miracle would happen and I could take away her pain. I considered letting her lay in my arms until sleep finally overcame her, but the vomit was stuck in the baby hairs on her head, causing it to stick and clump together. I felt my heart break as I took her in my arms and gently placed her in the warm water.

"Honey, maybe the water will help you feel a little better. I have to get you clean," I apologized as I took out therapeutic soap to fill the tub with. She sighed and wrapped her body around itself and looked up at me with her emerald green eyes. Those eyes made my whole world better and I quickly got to work, scrubbing her head clean and trying to get the smell from her skin. Her hair, or what was starting to grow back in, was thin and frail. Her body seemed so tiny compared to other children her age and it made me so angry. Why did it happen to her, my baby? Why couldn't it happen to me? The world was unfair.

I carefully dried her off and held onto her, getting her dressed and comfortable before gently laying her on the couch to start cleaning up her room. The routine happened more times than I would like to admit, and I was finished and putting her blankets in the washer before long. As I washed up myself and met her on the couch, her tears caused anxiety to hit me full force. She was never a weak child, always pushing through even when times got hard. This time she looked so tiny and weak, and I quickly crouched down in front of her, her arms already stretched out for me.

"Mommy, remember that nice nurse who told us about how that other little boy, Tommy, went into the sky to be with someone really nice?" I nodded as her little voice whispered into my neck, "Do you think I'm going to go there soon? I'm so tired. I'm scared, Mommy. I don't want to make you as sad as Tommy's mommy is. I want to stay with you." My chest exploded and it took every ounce of myself not to break down and start sobbing uncontrollably. I held her and in that moment, I knew that I had to do everything in my power to save her, even if that meant that I had to face my past.

"Stay here, baby," I whispered as I ran to grab a folder I had on my desk and the phone. As a reporter, I had been allowed to get more access to certain areas, one being the health profession. I opened the folder and saw the name of someone I never thought I'd see again. I held my breath, knowing that he'd be awake. He was always awake. They all were. I dialed the number and hit call as I held my daughter to me, her gasps shaking my whole body.

The phone rang once before it was answered, "Hello?"

Instead of waiting, I took the moment of bravery and my daughter's gasping breaths to push me, "Carlisle. I know you all hate me and I wouldn't be calling if it weren't bigger than me. This is Bella and my daughter is sick and I am out of options. I'm begging for you to help me. Please, Carlisle. Please."

There was silence. I held my breath as tears streamed down my eyes before I continued, "I know I shouldn't be calling, but my baby is sick. I have ran out of every option, every doctor has said it is not possible and I promised her I wouldn't give up. You have been studying medicine forever and maybe I'm being stupid, but I can't give up. I need help. Please. I'm asking as a mother to a six year old who is crying into my neck in so much pain...Carlisle? Please?"

Carlisle's voice entered the silence, "Of course, Bella. I'm always here to help. Now, what are her symptoms? What is she sick with? Where are you?"

My breath came out in a gust as I started speaking robotically of her sickness, "Two years ago, when Ellie was four, she got diagnosed with Leukemia. Treatments have worked out for us for the passed few years, but about six months ago her body began rejecting treatments. I've searched through doctors everywhere and no one has any answers for us. I found your name in a file while I was writing a report for the Seattle Times and I had to call. Tonight, she's had nose bleeds and has been vomiting. Her appetite is low and she has hardly eaten anything in the last twelve hours. She has pain in her bones that have left her crying and the pain medicine they gave me is hardly working and we're almost out and I have no idea what to do. I'm just asking for help. We'll go anywhere you need us and we'll do anything, just please help me save my daughter." I was out of breath by the end, but I kept my eyes closed. Hoping for a miracle.

"Okay," Carlisle's doctor side began to take over, "I'm gathering you live in Seattle since you work at The Seattle Times. We aren't far from that location actually. It's about five in the morning and I can have a prescription ready for you in our town in two hours, which is how long the drive is. If you would like, you can bring her here and I will have everything ready. We'll figure out the more complicated details later but I think this will be a good start. Do you need anything else?"

The relief I felt was overwhelming, completely taking over my entire body as I looked down at my beautiful girl, "No. No, this is more than I expected. We can leave in half an hour, if Ellie is feeling up to it. Just send me the address and I'll be there."

"Just send us a message when you leave and we'll be here. Everyone is here," by the tone of his voice, I understood his implication, "And I imagine everyone is very eager to see you again and meet that daughter of yours. We have a lot to all talk about and catch up on."

"Okay. I'll be there soon. Carlisle, thank you so much. You have no idea how thankful I am," I whispered before hanging up the phone. I quickly picked up Ellie, who's eyes were beginning to look heavy as I shifted her towards her room. She groaned and curled into me before I set her on the bed, "Baby, listen, we are going to visit a different doctor that Mommy knew when she was younger. I'm going to pack up some things and then we are going to go and you can either sleep, watch a movie, or listen to some music when we drive, okay? It's kind of a long drive."

By the look on her face, I knew she would probably choose sleep, "Okay, Mommy." At those words, I bolted out of her room, quickly grabbing the two bags I had shoved under a shelf in the closet. I quickly went in her closet, grabbing clothing for every weather there could be, unsure of how long we would be away from home. I grabbed her favorite toys and games, along with some movies to play in the car. My clumsiness seemed to go away in times like these and I quickly grabbed medications, doctors notes, old medical test results, and anything else I thought I would need for Carlisle to treat her. After running around like a maniac, I started on my own bag. As I entered my closet and began grabbing anything, I almost hesitated when I thought of who I would be seeing. The old empty spot in my chest threatened to opened and quickly grabbed a navy blue shirt, one that I knew I had worn once when I was younger. I rolled my eyes at my own selfishness and turned to grab pajamas and all of our bathroom products. Once the bags were full and forty-five minutes had passed, I ran out and threw the bags into the car before grabbing my GPS and my phone.

As I programmed the address it in, I glanced up at my daughter, taking in her small form that was now curled around her favorite turtle stuffed animal. I imagined how our life would have been, if she hadn't gotten sick. Would she be getting ready for school right now instead of rushing to some stranger's house in hopes of answers? Would she be playing with friends during the afternoon instead of waiting in a hospital, trying to keep her lunch down? I wanted all of those things, so I quickly set the GPS in the car and grabbed my keys, phone, and purse before picking her up. She quickly held on tight to her little turtle and muttered, "Mommy? Can we bring my blankie?"

I smiled and grabbed it, "Of course, my sweets." After getting her safely buckled into her car seat and starting a happy Disney movie, I tucked her in and got in the car for the long drive. I texted Carlisle quickly letting him now that I would be on my way and what pharmacy to stop in when I arrived. He messaged back moments later and we were on our way. I hurt the soft snores coming from the back and envied her slightly as I drank the coffee that was sitting next to me. Sleep was something that never easily came to mothers, but hardly came for me.

I wondered what it would be like. Would they take Ellie in and reject me? Would my presence make them all go away, especially him? Would he hate me for showing my face after so many years? I knew that this was not for me, and if it weren't for Ellie I would have stayed far out of their life. This wasn't about the past, but I couldn't help wondering what he would see when he saw me. I would look like garbage once we pulled in, my hair tied back from the shower I took right after cleaning up her room, my eyes dark from the lack of sleep, and aged ten years. I glanced in the mirror. I hadn't changed all that much. My eyes were still brown and aging hadn't been too awful to me. It was stupid to hope for anything from him, but a part of me selfishly did. I hoped he saw me, strong and independent even after he had left me. I hoped he found it inspiring. I hoped he cared. More than anything, I hoped he liked Ellie.

I was angry at myself for these thoughts, but they forced away the nerves as I drove. My car hummed and I focussed more on my baby's sleeping body in the back. I kept holding onto the thought he may know a way to save her, to make her happy again, and we could go on living. She could experience the entire world. I wanted her to experience everything, including love, even if it means that she has to go through heartbreak to get there. I sighed as I watched the sun start to rise. I couldn't imagine a single day without her by my side, and I didn't want to. With that, I accelerated faster, only focussing on getting to where I needed to be.

As I pulled into the town, I noted how small it was. Just like I expected, it was cloudy there. I chuckled to myself and stopped at the pharmacy. Ellie was beginning to open her eyes and focus on the movie as I picked up her prescription. It was already paid for and my heart filled. They cared enough to pay for her medicine. I smiled at her through the review mirror and continued towards the house. I tried to be mindful of my heart and breathing as I got closer, knowing they would be listening for us.

"Honey, we're almost there okay? Someone that I used to know is going to take a look at you. He might run some tests, but they will probably be like the ones at the hospital so it'll be okay. And I'll be there the whole time, okay?" her green eyes looked tired, but she smiled and nodded, "Are you hungry, baby? It is almost breakfast."

She made a face and yawned, her arms stretching beyond her head, "I'm okay, Mommy. But later, do you think we can have french toast? That sounds really good!" I laughed and nodded, "Of course."

We rounded the corner and there it was. The house wasn't all that different than I imagined it would be. It was in the forest, naturally, and it was big. There were windows, but not as many as the house they had in Forks. There were eight cars in the driveway and I smiled at that. I hoped they weren't watching as I quickly pulled along the curb, making sure not to hit it and make a fool out of myself. As I looked back at Ellie, I quickly lost all my hesitation and moved to get her out of the car. I gently took the hat I had and slipped it over her head in case the morning air bugged her, and picked her up gently into my arms. Her turtle was squished into my chest as I grabbed the bag that had her medical information and some of her small belongings. As I turned to close the door, there was Emmett.

My heart almost fell to the ground and he grinned wide at me, still the same dork that I had last seen almost ten years ago. I laughed, "Hey stranger." he chuckled and quickly grabbed the bag for me before motioning towards the back of the car, quietly asking permission to open it. I nodded and he quickly gathered the other two bags before closing it swiftly and motioning for me to follow him. I did so, carefully moving Ellie to my hip and hold onto the bag.

"Mommy, is this where the doctor is?" Ellie asked as she glanced around, taking in her surroundings.

"Yeah, and there are a few people here that I am sure will be happy to meet you. Who couldn't be? You're my pocket of sunshine," I smiled down at her and gave her forehead a kiss, "Just remember to answer all the questions he asks. I know you always hate answering the questions when you aren't feeling good, but it's important that you do. I'll try to help you out when I can, but it's good for you to answer them too." She nodded as we neared the door and I mentally prepared myself for seeing the rest of them.

As we walked in, I quickly noted six other people staring at us. As I ran my eyes over each of them, it was like I was seventeen again and I was seeing them all for the first time. My memory had been so simple, not being able to remember just how extraordinary they were. There skin was beautiful and there eyes caused my heart to shudder. I had missed them. I had ignored that pain in my chest for years now, but here I was standing with each of them looking at me with similar looks. I wonder if they ever thought they would see me again. And in the middle was him. Edward. My whole frame stilled as my eyes met his. My love for him would never fade away. He still looked seventeen, but he was still such a beautiful man, one that had my heart so permanently attached to his. His age lay in his eyes, something that I hadn't noticed all those years ago, and I missed how it felt to be next to him. I was quickly shaken out of my trance as my daughter wiggled her hand in front of my face, causing the rest of them to chuckle.

"Mommy? Mom. Hello? Who is everyone?" her sweet voice sounded frustrated and I laughed before pointing, "These are my old friends. That is Rosalie. She's very pretty, I know. That big one is Emmett, he's really funny. That girl is Alice, she loves to play dress up. That's Jasper, he's a really calm person to be around. That is Esme, she's their mother. That's Carlisle, who will be your doctor. And that," I pointed and found the words hard to say, "is Edward. We were very close when we were younger."

She shyly waved and I smiled at her innocence. She looked at all of them with curiosity and i hugged her small body closer to me, proud of the tiny person that she was. Carlisle then moved and smiled at her, "Hi, Ellie, my name is Carlisle. Is it okay if I take you into the room over there and we look at you to see if I can help you feel a little better today?" she nodded her head and I gently set her on the ground to open up her bag.

"I have all the paperwork from the last two years. There's everything from the different treatment plans to the diets she's been on. I didn't know what you needed, so I just grabbed everything. And I want to thank you again for even giving her a chance and looking at her. She may be getting hungry soon though, so after you're done we can leave and go find food a place to stay. Just thank you so-" Esme cut me off mid sentence, "Oh honey, no. You'll stay here. You look so tired. After she's done with Carlisle, we'll go grocery shopping and we'll make you guys a nice breakfast and you two will relax. You obviously have been taking on too much, so please start to relax. We're here for you."

Her words were more than I could ever hope for and my head fell. Tears filled my eyes and I couldn't help the small sob that left my throat. Quickly, her arms were around me and I felt myself give into the feeling of pure fear and also relief as I whispered, "Thank you. Thank you so much." Her hands patted my head as I curled around her, feeling pieces of me that had been missing for far too long fall into place.

"Mommy?" Ellie's voice broke through my head and I quickly straightened up and whipped my eyes, "Yes, honey. I'm coming." I took her hand in mine and we walked together quickly into his office and I began praying for a miracle. A miracle that would take away the pain we were having. I glanced back, meeting Edward's eyes, seeing something there that made my heart fill. His crooked smile. I let out a small breath and turned to follow my baby, feeling a whole new set of hope and faith take hold of my soul.

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