This story is going to be written mainly on a basis of humor, hence the Embry phasing in front of Charlie. I couldn't keep Charlie out of the loop on this; I always felt SM created a rather dumb character in not having Charlie question things sooner, like in NM or even Eclipse.

Anyways, I bet you all want to know what is up with Bella, so on with the story:

BPOV

When I came around, I noticed I was surrounded by white, and that I was lying between some incredibly starchy sheets. There was also a weight resting on my right arm, and from the heat present there, I could tell it was my Paul. I turned my head slowly, still not knowing what was wrong with me, and looked down on him, watching as he slept while hugging my limb. I lifted my other hand to the short locks of hair on his head and twined them between the strands, stroking his scalp slowly.

I felt the flutter of his lashes against my arm before his eyes opened and locked with mine. He lifted his head slowly as he removed his arms from mine, stretching them above his head before his hands rested on either side of my face.

"Bella, I was so scared," he admitted, before pulling my body to his and holding me close. I snuggled into his warmth as he placed a soft kiss on my forehead, resting his chin on my hair as I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. I didn't speak, because I knew that if I did, I would begin crying hysterically.

As I pulled myself back slowly, I heard the door to the room open, and the doctor step in. Paul helped me lay back on the bed, as my muscles had tensed up in the ten minute period since I woke, before clasping my right hand in both of his as the doctor picked up my chart from the end of the bed.

"Good afternoon there Bella," he spoke with a smile. "I don't suppose you remember, but we have met before."

I looked up at his face and let out a small smile. "Dr. Gerandy, it's nice to see you again. Under decent circumstances, I hope?"

He flicked through the pages of my current chart until he came across the one he was after. I knew from experience that this would be the page containing results from various tests conducted upon me while I was unconscious.

"Circumstances are better than you can imagine, Bella. From the blood tests we got back a little while ago, it appears you have been hit down with a very strong viral infection." I looked up at him, confusion lacing my features as Paul squeezed my hand lightly.

"But I haven't been feeling achy or naus -" I wanted to finish my sentence, but a large, unannounced wave of nausea swept over me. I swallowed hard, trying to keep the bile down, but nothing was stopping it. Just before my breakfast made its reappearance, Paul thrust a bucket under me, holding my hair back as I retched for a few minutes.

I kept my head down as Dr. Gerandy handed me a wad of paper towels so I could clean myself up. When I was sure no trace remained, I looked back up. "Well, I suppose I have been."

Paul and Dr. Gerandy laughed along dryly with me, before the good doctor went into a spiel of how to look after myself for the next week. He soon left and Paul bean stroking my sweaty hair from my face.

"That has to be a new record," I whispered, loving the feeling of his warm hands on my skin. "Not even in the new school for a day and I've been told not to return for at least a week."


Tuesday

Completely bored out of my mind. Being left at home on 'bed-rest' sucks when there is nothing decent on TV, all the good movies were watched last night when you were supposed to be sleeping but the nausea made you take a trip to the bathroom once an hour, and when you cannot get to sleep because the pain in your chest hurts too much.

Yeah, I had a lot to complain about, and it wasn't even past 11am by that point. Apparently Paul could feel the pain, along with my irritation, and he skipped the rest of the day to stay with me in my prison. We cuddled up on the couch and watched crappy daytime soap operas intermittent with soft kisses and me dozing off. He bolted as we heard Charlie's cruiser pull in, because we knew just how much trouble we could get into if he were here when I was sick.

Wednesday

Today was spent in a similar fashion to yesterday. I was determined to get some laundry done too, as I kept throwing up/spilling tea or milk down the front of my clothes and my one pair of PJ's – I was reduced to stealing Charlie's flannel shirts to wear to bed.

The mundane activity was enough to keep me busy as I waited for Charlie to return home, seeing as Paul couldn't make it today as he had tests in school and was running the afternoon/evening patrol with Embry. Jacob said he was going to visit, but apparently Billy had come down with the same sort of bug, so he was at home nursing his father.

After putting the laundry into the dryer, and setting it all up, I trudged back up to my room and pulled out a well worn copy of Emma and began reading. I ended up falling asleep while trying to read it as I was woken by Charlie who was holding a bowl of Chicken Noodle soup from the diner in one hand, and the bottle of meds Dr. Gerandy prescribed me in the other.

Thursday

My mobility had vastly improved over the past two days, so I decided to take a quick walk into town and pick up some groceries so I could at least attempt to make dinner tonight. While down at the store, I bumped into Mrs. Newton, and explained to her that I had transferred to the Reservation school to finish up my senior year. I didn't tell her any reasons why, but by the glint I saw in her eye, she must have figured that it was ultimately about a boy… well, in my case werewolf.

We parted ways with a promise of me coming into work when I felt better. She guaranteed that Mike would lay off the flirting, seeing as he finally asked Jessica out on a date, and that they were going strong. I asked her to pass my warm wishes onto Mr. Newton before I headed back home, a light spring in my step.

I prepared the spaghetti bolognaise that I would serve Charlie and I for dinner, before heading upstairs to type an e-mail to Renee. I had been meaning to e-mail her for over a week, but was too caught up in pack business, school or Paul to be bothered.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday

The weekend passed in a blur of visitors from La Push. They were saying that they had missed me down on the res, and for those who knew I had transferred, said they had missed me at school. I spent most of the weekend catching up on the work I missed in my first week, work that Paul, Kim and Jacob had brought over. Most of it was straightforward, but for some reason the gym coach at LPH had given us an assignment to write a 3,000 word essay on the effects of drugs on the body during exercise, something everyone had done back in grade 8 health class.

Billy and Jacob came to visit on Sunday, seeing as Billy was feeling much better. We spent the night talking and eating the roast I cooked, as well as joking about what the wolves had gotten up to in the past week. The major topic of that discussion was Quil's imprinting upon a two year old.

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The three more weeks at school passed with a blur, as did the weekends in between. It was filled with assignments and ridiculous tasks that took up all my free time, but at least I was free enough on the third Saturday night to go to Paul's place.

"It's so nice to have you alone and out of school," he whispered into my ear as we cuddled close on the couch. His breath tickled my neck, raising all the fine hairs there as his fingers slipped up my thigh, tracing the outline of my panties high on my leg.

"Mhmm, tell me about it," I moaned in response as his fingers slipped beneath the material and began caressing my nether lips. I fisted his black locks in my hands as I brought his mouth to mine, kissing him deeply as the tips of his fingers slipped within me. I swung my leg over his lap so I was straddling him, and began to ride his fingers, making sure to press into his growing erection occasionally.

As I pulled my lips from his to breath, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, displaying to Paul that I had decided to forgo wearing a bra to our little get together. His lips instantly attached to my nipple as he began suckling away at it; my fingers moving down and slipping his sweatpants off his legs. As they passed the elasticized hem passed the firm contours of his ass, his erection sprang free, standing so strong and proud that it hit his toned stomach, pre-come oozing lightly from the tip.

The fingers that remained in my core shifted slightly, slipping out as I heard the distinct sound of material ripping. My question was answered as I felt the cold air meeting my wet flesh. Paul nipped at my breasts, earning a high-pitched squeak from me as my hands slipped and began pumping his thick shaft, preparing him for me.

When he bit down rather roughly on my flesh, I knew he was close to coming, so I lifted myself slightly and sunk down onto his cock, taking it all the way in as he stretched me to completion.

"You're so tight," he whispered as I began rocking back and forth on his lap, drawing out moans from both our lips. I swiped my hands up my body, which was slightly slick fro sweat, grabbing my breasts as I squeezed them and tweaked my nipples, Paul looking on hungrily.

"Do you like it when I touch myself?" I asked as I sunk down roughly, grinding my hips against his so quickly that Paul was slightly shocked. I could feel my orgasm growing, and with my hands on my breasts and my clit being trapped between our pelvic bones, being rubbed roughly by the friction I was causing, I came with a gasp, smirking at Paul as his name slipped from my lips.

"Yes," he replied, nipping my neck lightly as the sweat beaded on his forehead. "I love watching you fuck me, riding me hard." I sped up the movement of my hips as the next orgasm began to grow. The white light that appeared every time Paul and I had sex began to glow around the both of us. He flipped us over so I was lying on the couch, one leg bent as the other one was pulled onto his shoulder, creating a deeper angle at which he penetrated me.

"Fuck!" I screamed as my next orgasm washed over me, the light beginning to turn golden with each thrust of Paul's hips. He continued to assault my body, driving in deeper with each thrust, hitting places he never had managed before. I moaned his name to keep him going, hearing the same in return intermittent with 'I love you'.

As he flipped me over so I was on all fours, still balancing on the soft cushions of the couch, he began drilling into me harder still, the light becoming brighter as our moans became more distorted and animal like.

"I'm so close," Paul moaned out, speeding up even more, though I thought it was impossible. The pleasure was overwhelming, memories of all the other times we had sex flashing into the forefront of my mind, causing me to explode around Paul as I felt liquid pour down my legs the same time it felt like he slipped from my core. That was the last sensation I felt; as soon as the first wave of my climax hit, and the first drop of liquid to expel, I blacked out in Paul's arms.

Hmm, so she blacked out again, this time in Paul's arms during sex… wonder what's up with her.

Sorry for the incomplete lemon, but there will be plenty more FULL ones later in the story that make up for it.