A/N: Thank you SO much to everyone who reviewed or sent me a message! They really make my day. So this is either the last or second to last chapter of the story, based on reader response. I hope everyone enjoys this!

EPOV

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the fact that I was uncomfortably warm. The second thing I noticed was how peaceful Bella looked sleeping in my arms. Unfortunately, the third thing I noticed was the nauseating churning of my stomach. I didn't want to wake up Bella, but I knew I needed to get in to the bathroom before I vomited all over the bed. In one swift motion, faster than I could really comprehend, I had thrown the covers off my over-heated body and bolted for the bathroom.

As I hunched over the toilet all I could think was that I hadn't felt this crummy in such a long time. I felt achy, sweaty, nauseous, chilly, tired, and stuffy all at the same time. It hadn't been more than a minute before I felt a gentle hand rubbing my back and another running through my hair. I coughed as I finally finished throwing up and groaned as I leaned my head in my hands.

"Bella you shouldn't have to see this," I muttered, feeling more embarrassed than anything else. Suddenly I felt my nose start to tingle and I knew what was going to follow.

"Hetchoo! Hhh..hitchoo!" I was really feeling lousy.

"Bless you," she said gently, handing me a tissue. "Edward it's okay to be vulnerable," she assured me as she stood up and filled a glass with water.

"How's your stomach now?" she questioned.

I didn't really know how to answer. My stomach felt empty but still queasy. "I think I'm done for now," I admitted.

With that, Bella helped me over to the sink and handed me a towel and the glass of water. I swished it around my mouth and then spat it in to the sink feeling incredibly disgusted with myself. I was almost scared to look into the mirror but I forced my head up just so I could see what Bella was seeing.

Ugh. I looked just about as bad as I was feeling. I was pale, sweaty, and I had dark circles under my eyes…

"Hey, are you okay?" Bella asked, breaking my concentration by placing her hand on my forehead.

"I will be," I promised, turning to stare into Bella's worried eyes. Had I not been so worried about getting her sick I probably would have hugged her, but I never wanted Bella to feel this horrible.

"I think I'm just going to go lie down," I decided.

Bella nodded and took my hand to lead me out of the guest bathroom, "Do you want to go back to our room?" she asked while gently rubbing one of her hands up and down my arm.

In all honesty I didn't really care where I was. I just wanted to be off my feet and right now the guest bed was the closest. "No. Here is fine," I stated as I was already climbing back into the bed.

I grabbed a tissue from the bedside table just before I sneezed again.

At that moment I really just wanted to go back to sleep and hopefully wake up feeling better. Just as I was drifting off I felt something cool and wet on my forehead so I forced my eyes open only to see Bella hovering over me pressing a cloth to my head. She looked upset and I didn't know what I could say to make her worry less.

"Bella I'm okay, I promise," I was trying my hardest to assure her that I would be feeling better soon but she still looked skeptical.

"Can I just take your temperature? Please?" She sounded like a scared child. Did she think I was upset with her?

I forced myself to sit up despite my protesting stomach and nodded. "Of course you can," I tried to respond in a way that let her know that I wasn't angry at her for wanting to take care of me.

Bella left the room for a moment but returned shortly with our thermometer, a glass of water, and a couple of pills. First she handed me the thermometer and waited patiently, running her hands through my hair, for it to beep. Once we heard the high pitch tone (which really irritated my head) Bella reached for the tiny machine and took it from my mouth.

"102.3," she read. I could tell that this only made her worry more but I knew that the high fever wouldn't last too long.

Bella put the thermometer on the bedside table and handed me the pills and glass of water.

"Do you think you can get some sleep?" she asked as I took the medicine.

I slowly nodded as I handed the glass of water back to Bella. "I'll be fine. You should go have something to eat, Bella. You have to take care of yourself too," I reminded her. I was worried that Bella would be too focused on me to make sure that she herself didn't get sick. Now that I took a closer look at her she seemed somewhat pale, but that could just be because she had trouble sleeping.

"Stop worrying about me," she ordered, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Now she sounded like me. "Sweet dreams. Yell if you need anything," Bella smiled as she ran her hands through my hair one last time.

With that she turned off the lights and left the room. I was asleep within minutes.


I woke up completely disoriented in a sneezing fit followed by a quick dash to the bathroom. I had no idea how I could still be throwing up when it had been so long since I had last eaten, but the bile was burning my throat. Fortunately once I had finished getting sick I really was feeling a little better. In this case better just meant that I wasn't quite as warm or nauseous.

Just then I thought I heard Bella coughing somewhere in the house but I couldn't really be sure because my head was still propped up on my hand over the toilet. Seconds later Bella came in and helped me over to the sink.

"Should I call your father?" she asked, her eyes willing me to say yes.

I think she just wanted someone besides myself to assure her that I was going to be okay.

"I think it's just the flu, but if it will help you stop worrying you can call him," I replied before rinsing out my mouth and coughing a bit.

"It's just…Edward I've never seen you like this and I..I don't know w-what to do..." she trailed off as her voice broke into tears. I turned around and pulled Bella into a gentle hug.

I wanted to ask her why this was upsetting her so much, but I already knew the answer to that and I really didn't want to make her feel any worse.

"I'm fine," I whispered into her hair, refusing to release her from my embrace. I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back as I waited for her to calm down. I felt Bella shaking in my arms so I pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes.

"Bella, you're shaking. Are you alright?" I asked, gently brushing my hand over her forehead. She didn't feel warm, but that didn't mean she wasn't getting sick.

I watched as Bella blinked away her last few tears and just nodded her head. I wanted to hold her forever, but I was starting to feel lightheaded and I knew I needed to sit down.

"Come on, let's go watch a movie," I insisted, leading my sniffling Bella out to our living room.

Once we entered the living room I went and sat with Bella on the couch. "Pick whatever you want to watch, I'm probably going to fall asleep," I admitted.

Bella quietly stood up and put something in the DVD player and came back to sit with me. She pulled our throw blanked from the top of the couch and pulled it over herself as she rested her head in my lap.

I wasn't really aware of what movie was playing as a leaned my head back and closed my eyes, hoping my headache would be gone by the time I woke up. I felt Bella shift her position and I started absentmindedly playing with her hair. I was hoping that it would help her get some sleep too.

Unfortunately after half an hour of trying to fall asleep I found that I was unable too. I glanced down at Bella and saw that she was completely out, so I was happy that she was finally getting some rest. She had looked like she really needed it earlier.

Since I was awake I decided I might as well try and concentrate on the movie, or at least try and figure out which one Bella had put on. After about two minutes I was able to recognize the film as The Truman Show. Definitely a good movie choice.

I watched the movie for a bit longer before realizing that I was starting to feel a little hungry. Since I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten the hunger was a fairly welcomed feeling. I would take hunger over nausea any day.

The only problem was that I had Bella sleeping in my lap and I really didn't want to wake her by getting up to find something to eat. I decided that I would rather Bella wake up and find me eating than wake up because my stomach was growling. As gently as I could I managed to scoot off of the couch and replace my lap with several pillows under Bella's head. Luckily she didn't wake up.

As I walked to the kitchen I tried to figure out what I could eat that wouldn't upset my stomach. I settled on plain toast. Just as I was finishing I heard Bella start coughing from the couch and I instantly felt horrible that I had probably gotten her sick.

I put my plate in the dishwasher and walked over to the couch where Bella was still sleeping. Because I didn't want to wake her, I knelt by her head and felt her forehead for the second time today. Once again she didn't feel terribly warm but I still believed that she was coming down with whatever bug I had.

If Bella was getting sick I wanted her in bed and not on the couch, but I didn't think I had enough strength at the moment to carry her. This meant that if I wanted to move her I would have to wake her up. I didn't like either of my choices, but based on how I was feeling, I decided to let her sleep.

My stomach started doing somersaults and I immediately realized that eating solid food before I tried liquids had not been a good plan. For a doctor I really needed to learn how to take care of myself a little better. I knew I was going to be sick and I didn't have enough time to make it to one of our bathrooms so I darted over to the kitchen sink heaved. Had I been feeling any better I would have been disgusted with myself.

I quickly turned on the sink and rinsed it out as I saw Bella sit up and stretch from her position on the couch. She turned around and saw me by the sink and I'm fairly certain she was aware of what had woken her.

Bella stood up and made her way over to me, "You were sick again?"

I noted that her voice was somewhat scratchy, probably due to the coughing I had heard earlier. "Yes, but it was only because I tried to eat before I was ready to. I feel like I'm getting better," I said truthfully.

"Hh..Hetchoo!" Ick. What a horrible time to start sneezing again.

"Bless you," Bella groaned. I couldn't tell if she sounded that way because she didn't believe me or because she had started to feel a bit sick herself.

Of course, I would tell Bella I'm feeling better and then have to go find a tissue. Now she probably thought I was lying to her, but I wasn't. Yes my stomach was still a mess and I still felt like I had a head cold, but I wasn't as sore and my headache was almost completely gone.

"Are you feeling alright, Bella?" I asked after throwing out my tissue. "You were coughing quite a bit," I stated. I wanted her to know that she didn't have to hide how she was feeling just because she knew I was sick.

Bella shrugged and I knew that was a bad sign. The Bella I knew would deny sickness even if she were hunched over the toilet seat. "I just feel kind of weird I guess. Mostly my throat and my head," she admitted.

The doctor in me immediately wanted to check Bella, but I knew she wouldn't like that. It was probably safe to assume that we had the same thing but at least we could start treating her early. I grabbed a box of flu medicine from the pantry and poured some for her.

Bella had never been a big fan of taking medicine but if she didn't take it she was going to feel horrible. "Please take it, Bella. It will help you feel better," I pleaded.

She sighed and took the medicine from my hand and frowned as she swallowed it. "You take it too," she muttered, handing me the small empty cup.

"My stomach is too upset right now. I'll take some in half an hour," I assured her. Hopefully I wouldn't be feeling so sick then.

Just then Bella turned her head from me and let out a quiet sneeze, "Etchoo!"

"Oh, Bella. Bless you," I said, sincerely sorry that she wasn't feeling well.

Bella sniffled and reached for a tissue as her whole body shuddered. "Are you cold?" I asked with concern.

"Just a little. Will you lay down with me?" she asked shyly.

Why did she sound so nervous? Of course I would lay down with her. I nodded my head and led her into our bedroom. We both immediately got into bed and I pulled Bella towards me under the covers. She was still shaking slightly so I rubbed her arms and back hoping to warm her up. I decided not to sleep until I was sure that Bella was alright, so I waited until her breathing was even before I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off to sleep.


I was startled awake from a series of coughs erupting from Bella. My poor Bella, I felt horrible that I had gotten her sick. I brushed hair away from her sweaty forehead and watched as she blinked several times before looking up at me.

"Edward, I don't feel well," she admitted as several tears fell from her eyes.

The look she was giving me made me want to cry with her. "I know, sweetheart. I'm so sorry," I apologized. I felt incredibly guilty for how she was feeling at the moment. Thankfully I wasn't feeling so awful anymore so I would be able to take care of my wife. I was still stuffy, but my stomach felt so much better. As I was assessing how I was feeling Bella suddenly sat up and struggled to get out of the bed, but her feet were tangled in the covers.

Assuming that she was about to be sick, I grabbed the trashcan from the floor on my side of the bed and held it under her mouth. I had acted just in time because Bella began to throw up as I tried to pull her hair away from her face. When Bella was finished I put the trashcan on the floor and helped Bella to the bathroom because I assumed she would want to rinse out her mouth and possibly take a bath.

"Do you want to bathe?" I asked her as she wiped her face off with a towel.

Bella shook her head slowly, "I just want to get back in bed."

I brought Bella back into the bedroom and tucked her in before taking the trashcan and rinsing it out in the bathroom. I then brought it back out and placed it on the floor by Bella's side of the bed just incase she needed it again.

Then I was unsure of what I should do. I felt like I could and probably should eat something, but I was afraid that Bella might need me. When I thought about it, I assumed that Bella would want me to make sure I ate, but I couldn't help but feel obligated to watch over her. She was so miserable right now and it was entirely my fault.

I finally decided that I would just have a glass of orange juice and if my stomach could handle that I would make myself something solid to eat. I quietly went out in to the kitchen and poured myself the juice, but I drank it slowly, just in case.

After checking on Bella I thought it would be a good idea to change the sheets and make the bed in the guest room since I had left it a mess. It didn't take me too long to strip the sheets off the bed and toss them into the laundry so I found myself once again with nothing to do.

I didn't like how quiet the apartment was so I wandered into my bedroom and laid down next to Bella. She was shivering again and I wished instantly that I could be sick again if it meant she was better. I crawled under the covers and held her, hoping that my body heat would help make her more comfortable.

"Hh..hitchoo!" I had managed to pull away from Bella before I sneezed, but I still woke her up.

"Bless you," she sighed groggily, turning around to face me.

"Thank you. Are you alright?" I asked her even though I knew she wasn't feeling great.

"I've been better," she yawned as she scooted over to rest her head on my chest.

"I know, love. You'll be all better soon. I promise," I whispered, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

A moment later Bella sat up and held her hand over her face. I assumed she was going to throw up so I moved to reach for the trashcan.

"Hetchoo! Hh..hishoo! Ugh," Bella groaned, "Hh..I, really..hhetchoo! I just don't feel well," she finished with a cough before burying her face in my chest.

"Bless you, Bella." I wrapped my arms around my sick wife and just held her. Bella fell asleep in my arms and all I could do was hope that when she woke she would be feeling better.


A/N: So that's it for now. Please review if you can! I love reading what you have to say! I may add another chapter if enough people request it. Happy New Year!