A/N: Please remember to review (: it makes me write faster (seriously it really does) and also I like hearing your ideas. You can PM for a sickfic request if you have one that you really want done; it doesn't matter what coupling or whether you have a storyline or not. (I will do them but my Bella/Edward ones are never as good). Will do slash but NEVER sex scenes.
Someone suggested a Garrett and Kate version of this (not exactly the same but a sickfic), what do you guys think? I really love those two (:
At my guests request, the rest will be done in Esme's POV (:
It had been three days and Carlisle was still incredibly unwell but he still wouldn't let me take him to the doctors.
"Esme look at this," he called to me, jumping down the stairs too quickly. He stumbled and both Eleazar and Garrett moved to grab him before he fell but he righted himself.
"Sweetie, you should be resting. What are you doing up?" I scolded.
"I want to show you something." He was smiling and his dark eyes were alive with excitement. He lost his balance again as he got closer to me so I hugged him, holding him upright. I wanted to cry when I felt who light he was.
"You're still so warm," I whispered to him, biting back tears. The past few days he seemed to be getting worse, but the only way I could tell he was sick now was that he was paler than usual and I could feel heat through his long sleeves.
"That doesn't matter. Watch this." He darted out onto the deck. He moved so quickly I winced, expecting him to fall but he didn't.
"What, love? Go back upstairs," I pleaded; he was going to hurt himself.
"I'm okay, Esme," he told me, smiling.
"He's not sparkling," Garrett murmured. He looked confused.
I realised he was right. "Carlisle…" I asked cautiously. "What's going on…?"
"I don't know," he replied, studying his hand again. He looked puzzled as well, but happy.
The three of us stared at him for a while longer until he shrugged, uncomfortable being the centre of attention.
"Should you not be in bed?" Tanya asked him, coming up onto the deck from the lawn.
I waited to see if she would notice.
"I'm bored," he admitted with a laugh. I couldn't help but smile; this was the happiest I had seen him since he got sick, almost himself again. It made everything seem less scary.
"You're sick, that's where you're supposed to be," she argued light-heartedly.
"I'm also not supposed to be sick," he pointed out, stepping out of the sunlight. She rolled her eyes and chuckled. She didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.
He came back inside and wrapped his arms around me. "See? I'm fine."
"Carlisle, yesterday you were so dizzy you couldn't walk, remember?" I reminded him.
"No, I don't," he laughed and then flinched like it hurt.
"You need to go to the Volturi about this, honey. It's not normal."
"Nothing about me is normal though."
I smiled and kissed him. "I know, that's why I love you, but this is different. This is dangerous."
His smile faltered a little bit.
"What?" I asked.
"N-nothing, just- nothing." It returned and he pulled me closer to him, I think so I couldn't see his expression. I got the feeling he was hiding something from me.
"Love?" I pulled back and forced him to look at me.
His eyes pleaded with me not ask. I knew the next thing that came out of him mouth would be a lie.
"You know something, don't you." It wasn't a question more of a statement.
He looked away, starting to say something and then closing his mouth again.
I sighed and dropped my arms from around his waist, walking away and sitting next to Eleazar on the couch. I hated doing this to him but hated it more that he wouldn't tell me something that I could possible use to help him.
"Esme…" he started. He looked like I had punched him. I sat on my hands to stop myself from reaching toward him.
"Carlisle," I answered as coldly as I could muster. I hoped he would give in so I didn't have to keep this up; it was incredibly difficult, especially because he was sick.
"B-but…" Suddenly he was on the floor. Eleazar moved before I did, pulling my husband into a sitting position in case he was sick. Carlisle mumbled something unintelligible but apparently Carmen's husband understood.
Garrett looked petrified and I could see him visibly shaking.
I only realised I was crying when Alistair put my hand on his shoulder, coming up from behind.
Eleazar was frantic now too.
"Leave him, don't move him if he doesn't want to be moved," Alistair commanded.
Eleazar, hyperventilating and pale, stepped back to beside Garrett who looked close to tears himself.
Alistair sighed. "Esme, calm down. He will be fine. He used to faint a lot when he a new-born. Eleazar, that goes for you too. Garrett, you've seen this before and he was fine so don't you dare cry. I can't deal with two of you."
"Alistair, I want to get up now," Carlisle told him, attempting to use the same tone his friend was using. He was too quiet to pull it off.
"Carlisle, you're staying on the floor," he told him, carrying on his speech.
"If he wants to get up, let him up," Garrett told him. He looked like a little kid trying to stop another child being mean.
"He will only go straight back down again, won't you my friend?" He looked down at my husband.
I couldn't stand it any longer; I rushed to him and sat next to him on the floor, wrapping my arms around him, squeezing him tightly.
"Ow, um, honey that hurts," he told me, biting his lip and trying to loosen my grip.
I immediately let go of him. "I'm so sorry sweetie!" I cried, sobbing again. I felt so terrible for hurting him, even if it wasn't voluntarily.
"It's okay, Esme. I should have told you. It's not your fault," he said quietly, kissing my hair. I settled for holding his hand instead. He smiled shakily. "Also, I think you should have married Garrett, with the reaction you just had." He glanced up and I realised Kate was there too, along with Bella and Edward.
"Why?" I asked, puzzled. At the same time I spoke, Garrett wiped his face self-consciously and I realised he was very close to tears as well and probably would have been crying if he was human.
"Aww, you're so cute, Garrett," Kate giggled, hugging him. He hid his face in her hair. She rubbed his back.
"Can I just say," Alistair started. "When Carlisle broke his ankle, it was Garrett that cried. I don't think Carlisle made any noise what so ever."
"Shut up," Garrett mumbled as we all laughed at his expense.
"Um, yeah Carlisle did make noise," Tanya interrupted. Carlisle covered his face with his hand. "I'm pretty sure he said the 'f' word rather loudly."
"Carlisle Cullen," I laughed, hitting his leg lightly. It felt good to laugh, getting rid of some of the tension. "You didn't tell me you broke yourself either, mister."
"I didn't know you then, love," he chuckled. I could see him starting to get tired again even though we were sitting.
"You knew the Denalis before I was changed?" I asked, curious. He had never told me that either.
"No, I just knew Tanya." He glanced up and smiled at her. An unreasonably strong wave of jealousy washed over me and I shuffled closer to him, squeezing his hand tighter.
We stayed sitting on the floor like that and he lent his head on my shoulder. I played with his wedding ring around his finger, worrying about how loose it seemed now. It wasn't fair; my Carlisle was little to begin with.
After a while Emmett and Jasper came in covered in blood; they were never very tidy hunters.
Carlisle squirmed. "Can I get up now please?" he asked me, somewhat desperately.
"Okay sweetie," I let go of him and started to stand to help him up but he bolted the minute I was no longer touching him.
"Are you okay?" I asked frantically.
"I think so," he mumbled. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand resting on his stomach.
I went to him and kissed him. He sighed and lent into me so I put my arms around him again.
"Are you feeling sick again?"
"Mmm."
"My poor sweetie." I kissed the top of his head and thought for a moment. "Your hair is straighter than it used to be."
He ran his hand through it self-consciously. "Maybe…"
"Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep for a while?" I was hoping he would say yes so I could cuddle him again.
"Okay, I guess so…" He went to lie down but I stopped him, pulling him so he partly lying on me as we had been the other night. "Don't you have better things to do? Surely you can't be tired," he asked, smiling a little bit.
"No my love, I want nothing more than to stay with you," I told him, kissing the side of his face.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, my husband was gone and Alice was screaming.
Please remember to review (: it makes me write faster (seriously it really does) and also I like hearing your ideas. You can PM for a sickfic request if you have one that you really want done; it doesn't matter what coupling or whether you have a storyline or not. (I will do them but my bella/Edward ones are never as good). Will do slash but NEVER sex scenes.
