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BPOV

I definitely didn't sleep well that night. Even with Edward holding me tight I couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare. I hadn't managed to drift back off to sleep until at least four or five o'clock in the morning. Although I guess I should be grateful for the fact that when I eventually did fall asleep it was rather peaceful. A pleasantly dreamless sleep is how I would have to describe it. I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping, but all too soon I was woken up as Edward seemed to throw his half of the blanket over my body. It took me a few seconds to figure out what had happened but once I heard Edward retching in the bathroom I too hurried out of the guest bed and rushed after him.

When I got into the bathroom I saw Edward hunched over the toilet emptying his stomach. I felt so sorry he was this sick. I knelt down next to him and started rubbing his back and running my other hand through his sweaty hair, hoping to comfort him as much as I could. I wasn't sure how helpful the gestures were though. From experience, not much can make you feel better when your stomach is churning. For a moment the heaving seemed to stop and Edward began to cough before groaning, moving to support his head in his hands.

"Bella you shouldn't have to see this," he sighed. To me his voice sounded rather weak, but I guess that was to be expected after someone throws up. Just as I was about to tell him that it was alright to be sick Edward turned his head away from me.

"Hetchoo! Hhh..hitchoo!"

I gave his back one last rub before standing up and grabbing a tissue from the side of the sink. With the tissue in my hand I went back over and sat down next to Edward again.

"Bless you," I said quietly, handing the tissue to him. "Edward it's okay to be vulnerable," I added. I really didn't want him to feel embarrassed for getting sick. It wasn't his fault and I didn't mind taking care of him. I can't say that seeing Edward as anything less than strong wasn't scary to me, but I was sure that he would be alright. He had to be.

Keeping in mind that he had just thrown up, I stood up and went back over to the sink, filling a glass with water and setting it down before going back over to Edward and runnin my hand through his hair. "How's your stomach now?" I asked him, studying his face and not liking how pale he looked.

"I think I'm done for now," he answered hesitantly.

I nodded and helped him over to the sink, passing him the glass of water and a towel. I watched as he wiped the sweat from his face and rinsed out his mouth. He seemed to stare at his reflection for a long amount of time and I wondered what he was thinking. It was almost as though he was just standing there studying how he looked. I have to admit that his silence was worrying me.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, placing my hand on his forehead to see if his fever was still high. It was. I may not be the one with the medical degree, but I knew that his forehead was far warmed than it should be. My voice seemed to break his thoughts and his tired eyes met my worried ones.

"I will be," he promised, although I was having trouble believing him. I really just wanted him to stop feeling sick. "I think I'm just going to lie down."

I nodded, understanding that he definitely needed rest. I wasn't sick and I felt like I could still use several more hours of sleep. I gently reached out and took Edward's hand and walked him out of the guest bedroom, pausing to contemplate whether he might be more comfortable returning to our actual bedroom. I thought it might be best to just ask him.

"Do you want to go back to our room?" I questioned, moving my hands up and down his arm.

Before he even made a response he was climbing back into the guest bed. "Here is fine." His voice sounded so sleepy. I just wanted to curl up and cuddle with him but then he reached for a tissue and sneezed again before closing his eyes.

Not knowing what I could do to help, I slowly padded back into the bathroom and ran a washcloth under some cold water. I rang out the small towel so that it wasn't dripping when I made my way back over to Edward. His eyes were still shut, but I didn't know if he had already fallen asleep or not. As gently as I could, I draped the wet cloth over Edward's forehead. Just as I did so Edward's usually bright green eyes opened to study my face.

"Bella I'm okay, I promise," he said, his voice just above a whisper.

I couldn't keep the grimace off my face. Him being this sick was upsetting me. I didn't know how high his fever was and I didn't know how to make him feel better. I felt like such a horrible wife. "Can I just take your temperature? Please?" I begged. I knew that he didn't want to be babied and that he didn't want me worrying but I couldn't help it. I didn't want him to get mad at me; I really just wanted him to get better.

Edward sat up and slowly nodded his head. "Of course you can," he replied gently. I wondered if I was worrying him by being this upset. I didn't want him to have anything else to worry about right now. He just needed to get better.

I left the guest room and headed down the hallway to our bedroom and into the master bathroom. After finding the thermometer I grabbed two extra strength Tylenol tablets and filled a glass with water before heading back over to where Edward was laying in bed. He looked like he was fighting sleep. I handed over the thermometer and sat down next to him on the bed as we waited for the tiny device to inform us of Edward's temperature. I gently ran my hands through his hair until the thermometer beeped.

My eyes widened as I saw the abnormally high number on the digital screen. "102.3," I murmured, placing the thermometer on the bedside table and passing Edward the water and Tylenol. I watched as Edward swallowed down the medicine and wondered if his throat was bothering him. Mine felt a little funny but I doubted that had anything to do with Edward's fever.

"Do you think you can get some sleep?" I wondered aloud, watching him nod in response.

"I'll be fine. You should go have something to eat, Bella. You have to take care of yourself too," he answered.

He shouldn't be worrying about me. I wasn't the one throwing up and I most definitely wasn't hungry. If anything I was just feeling exhausted. "Stop worrying about me," I requested, pulling the now warm, damp washcloth off of Edward's forehead and planting a kiss in its place. "Sweet dreams. Yell if you need anything," I told him with a forced smile, running my hands through his hair one last time before turning out the lights and leaving Edward to get some sleep.

I closed the door behind me and tried to think of something to do. What I wanted most was to just go back to sleep but that wouldn't be productive at all. I even considered calling Carlisle to ask him if he would mind coming over to check on Edward – but I didn't think Edward would be too thrilled with me if I did that. He seemed to think that whatever bug he had wasn't so terrible, but her certainly looked miserable to me.

Edward had asked me to eat but I couldn't imagine finding anything that sounded appetizing. Was it bad that I wasn't hungry? I knew it had been a while since I had last eaten. I guess I was just too upset that Edward was sick to really notice any hunger. After a few moments of just sitting on the couch in our living room and trying to think of something to do I finally decided to change the sheets in our bedroom.

Even if Edward hadn't really slept on them for very long I was sure that if he chose to sleep in out bed later he would appreciate a set of clean sheets. After stripping and re-making the bed with fresh sheets I felt a tickle in my throat and started coughing. Ew. I didn't feel sick or anything, my throat was just bothering me. While I did wonder if I was coming down with what Edward had I didn't want to believe that it might actually be true. Bella didn't have time to get sick because she needed to take care of Edward.

Despite feeling overly tired and a little off I decided to get ahead in some of my work. I made my way over to our office and sat down at my computer, glancing through my e-mails before looking at some of the articles I needed to edit. I got lost in the stories, coughing every once in a while, but not losing my concentration until I thought I heard Edward getting sick again. I didn't know how much time had passed since I had left him to get some rest, but I hurried to the guest bathroom and found Edward propped up over the toilet.

I quickly flushed the toilet and helped him over to the sink. "Should I call your father?" I asked, really hoping he would say yes. I didn't like seeing Edward so ill. It wasn't right.

"I think it's just the flu, but if it will help you stop worrying you can call him," he answered before coughing a bit and moving to rinse out his mouth. I grimaced, knowing how horrible throwing up made you feel. I didn't think I would be able to hold myself together for much longer. As it was I was already feeling on edge and with Edward still sick to his stomach I really didn't know what to do. I was exhausted and I didn't feel right and everything was just so overwhelming.

"It's just…Edward I've never seen you like this and I..I don't know w-what to do…" I was on the verge of hysterical at this point and I couldn't prevent a few betraying tears from falling down my cheek. I was a sniffling mess as Edward pulled me into a soft hug.

"I'm fine," he mumbled into the top of my head. I felt him kiss me and start rubbing my back. He shouldn't be trying to make me feel better when he was the one who was just losing all of his stomach contents into the toilet. For some reason I still couldn't calm down though. I didn't feel right.

"Bella, you're shaking. Are you alright?" Before I could say anything, Edward's hand was on my forehead. I didn't want to tell him that I wasn't feeling completely like myself, so I just nodded my head as I tried to blink away my last few tears.

"Come on, let's go watch a movie," he suggested, leading me out to the living room.

Edward went straight over to the couch and sat down, I followed and sat with him. "Pick whatever you want to watch, I'm probably going to fall asleep," he explained.

I got up and looked through our DVD collection, settling on The Truman Show after several minutes of scanning the movie titles. I popped it in the DVD player and went back over to the couch and rested my head in Edward's lap as I pulled our throw blanket over my body. I thought the house was a little chilly, but Edward seemed fine. Probably because of his fever.

A few minutes in to the movie my left leg started to go numb so I shifted my position on the couch, closing my eyes as Edward began to play with my hair. The gentle motion slowly lulled me to sleep.

What felt like only moments later I was startled awake by the unpleasant sound of my husband getting sick again and an unwelcome burning in my throat. I slowly sat up and stretched, thinking that sleeping on the couch wasn't such a good idea because my muscles were feeling quite sore..and I sort of felt like I was getting a headache. The latter was probably caused from having such a rough night of sleep. Without another moments hesitation I turned around and saw Edward standing over the sink still looking rather pale.

"You were sick again?" I questioned with a scratchy voice even though I already knew the answer. I got off the couch and walked over to where Edward was in the kitchen.

"Yes, but it was only because I tried to eat before I was ready to. I feel like I'm getting better," he explained. I was happy that he had felt well enough to eat, especially since he hadn't had much of an appetite at all recently.

"Hh..Hetchoo!"

"Bless you," I groaned, feeling truly horrible for both Edward and myself at that moment. I hadn't realized it when I first woke up, but I really wasn't feeling very well.

"Are you feeling alright, Bella?" Whoa. Sometimes I really thought he could read my mind. "You were coughing quite a bit," he added.

Well coughing definitely explained the sore throat, but I still didn't want to admit to feeling like I was getting sick. "I just feel kind of weird I guess. Mostly my throat and my head," I shrugged.

Just moments after I finished speaking I watched as Edward walked over to the pantry and pulled out a bottle of flu medicine. Yuck. He read the label and poured me what I assume was the recommended dose. I just stared at it wishing it would disappear. Medicine didn't taste good and I did not want to take it. Childish, I know.

"Please take it, Bella. It will help you feel better," he pleaded.

How could I say no when he looked at me with those sad eyes? I sighed in defeat and frowned, swallowing the foul tasting liquid. "You take it too," I propositioned, holding out the empty cup to him.

"My stomach is too upset right now. I'll take some in half an hour," he decided.

Well that wasn't very fair, but then again Bella would have felt so bad if she made him take it and he just started throwing it up. He was a doctor after all.

Suddenly I felt a tinge in my nose and I turned my face away from Edward as I sneezed, "Etchoo!"

"Oh, Bella. Bless you," Edward sounded guilty. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault at all, but first I really needed a tissue.

"Are you cold?" he asked, sounding a bit worried. I was definitely cold, and I didn't doubt that Edward had seen me shiver just moments before.

"Just a little," I admitted, throwing away my tissue. "Will you lay down with me?" I asked quietly. I really wanted him to take a nap with me…or at least just lay with me until I fell asleep but I knew he had been sleeping all day and I didn't want to force him back in bed if he would rather do something else.

Edward nodded and walked with me to the bedroom. I hurried under the covers, still shaking a bit from the chills, but Edward immediately pulled me to him and rubbed my arms to try and warm me faster. I don't think it took me very long before I fell asleep, but I didn't stay that way very long.

I think I napped for about half an hour before an uncomfortable sense of nausea woke me up. My throat was dry, my nose was stuffy, and my stomach was protesting. But I stayed quiet. Edward was fast asleep next to me and I understood that he needed to rest. For some reason I was still cold despite his hold on me, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. I closed my eyes hoping that I could ignore my upset stomach and just fall back asleep but I couldn't. The next thing I knew I was coughing uncontrollably and it had woken Edward up.

I felt him shift next to me and reach over to brush hair off of my forehead. I blinked a few times before looking up at his hovering face. "Edward, I don't feel well," I said as a few tears fell from my wide eyes. I didn't want to throw up.

"I know, sweetheart. I'm so sorry," he said with concern. He still sounded like he had a head cold, but I was a little relieved to see that some color had returned to his cheeks.

Just then my stomach dropped and I immediately tried to get myself out of the bed and in to the bathroom, but I found that my legs were twisted around the sheets. Edward must have realized what I was thinking because as soon as my stomach twisted causing me to heave there was a trashcan placed directly under my mouth. I felt Edward pull my hair out of my face as I proceeded to get sick.

It felt like it took me forever to stop throwing up but I'm certain it was only a couple of minutes before Edward set down the trashcan and took me to the bathroom. I immediately rinsed out my mouth and wiped my face with a towel.

"Do you want to bathe?" Edward asked me.

I contemplated the idea, but I didn't have the energy to deal with changing in and out of clothes. As it was I didn't even want to be standing anymore. I slowly shook my head. "I just want to get back in bed," I admitted.

Edward led me back into the bedroom and settled me under the covers before walking out again with the trashcan. I assume he went to clean it out, but I fell asleep before he came back into the room.

"Hh..hitchoo!"

I heard Edward sneeze and I turned around to face him, knowing that I was still a little out of it from my nap. "Bless you," I stated, sleep obvious in my voice.

"Thank you. Are you alright?" he asked, seemingly studying my face.

I shrugged. I didn't feel like I was going to throw up again, but I still didn't feel all that great. "I've been better," I answered through a yawn as I scooted over to lay my head on Edward's chest.

"I know, love. You'll be all better soon. I promise," he said quietly, lovingly planting a kiss on the top of my head. I wanted to stay like that forever but I suddenly felt as though I needed to sneeze again.

I sat up in a hurry and saw Edward quickly reach over the bed. "Hetchoo! Hh..hishoo! Ugh," I groaned. "Hh..I, really..hhetchoo!" I just don't feel well," I finished before coughing a bit and then burying my face into my husband's chest.

"Bless you, Bella," he said as he wrapped his arms around me. His warmth alone made me feel a lot more comfortable. It didn't take very long at all for me to fall asleep again. I was content for the time being, knowing that Edward at least seemed to be on the mend. Assuming that I had the same thing, I too would be feeling better soon.

A/N: Alright guys, as I mentioned before I think that is the last chapter! I've decided that if the story gets up to seventy reviews I'll continue it and turn it in to a long-term story rather than just the two chapters from different perspectives. Thanks for reading!

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