School's back for me. Spring Break has come to an end. That means updates can not be as often. =[ It makes me sad. I love writing for you. It makes me extremely happy to get reviews! I'll update as much as I can. I have a ton of homework and a bunch of projects though.
Chapter 7- In to Deep
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters. Stephanie does. =[ (oh well there goes the dream)
Bella- Age 16
I woke up with the bright sun coming in through my windows. I knew it was a dream. It had to be a dream right? Besides Edward was laying next to me on my bed. Why must my dreams taunt me? I walked up to the window and looked out. I felt two arms wrap around my waist. I looked back to see Edward standing behind me. He was looking out the window until I looked at him. He looked down at me with his bright emerald eyes. They had become my favorite sight to see.
He looked so handsome with the light hitting his features. His face looked kind and loving. He stared into my eyes for an immeasurable amount of time. I felt pure bliss looking into his eyes. His eyes went on for miles while my plain brown eyes stopped with little knowledge behind them. Edward had mastered his dreams and he knew what he was headed for in life. Nothing could stop him from accomplishing his dreams of following in his father's footsteps. His dream to become a doctor had never ceased to amaze me.
"Bella.." he moaned softly. I pressed my lips to his and felt a short shock. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but a normal occurence. It was a feeling nothing could compare to. To feel his lips on mine. To see his face glow with the joy I brought to him. I could never have found a more perfect man. We were young and in love. I don't think anything in the world could seperate us.
I looked back out the window and the sun was still shining brightly. I tried to wake myself up, but I couldn't. I turned to Edward again, and he was still smiling widely until he caught the look of horror on my face. He was at my side in a minute.
"Bella? What's wrong angel?" he asked with panic evident in his voice. I gasped as I realized I wasn't sleeping. I looked back at my bed, to edward, and then back out the window. It was sunny in Forks and Edward was next to me.
"Why are you here? Not that I mind, but my dad?" I asked queitly. He looked extremely worried. I was kind of scared of the look on his face.
"You don't remember getting sick Bella?" Edward asked calmly. I stared at him and my mouth fell open. When had I been sick? Just as the thought hit me I felt like I was going to be sick. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I got voilently ill. I rested my head against the toilet, and Edward held my hair back. When I was finished Edward rubbed my back gently. I jumped slightly at the touch. I had fallen under his comforting touch before, but never had it meant so much.
The love I felt for Edward grew everyday. Edward and I had never had a major fight. I mean sure we had a few problems we encountered, but we had gotten through them together. Our small quarrels had actually aided in the survival of our relationship. Each small fight was just something to learn from. We moved on from them, and we lived in the present. We didn't look back and point fingers. It was just there. Something that had happened.
"I remember now." I cried to Edward. The memories had slowly come back to me. The pain from the night before. Edward by my side every minute. The anguish I had felt from this horrible flu. It had been going around for weeks. I dreaded the thought of being sick for another three days. I hoped that it wouldn't last as long as that. I couldn't survive this for three more days.
Edward looked broken. "What's wrong Edward?"
"I hate seeing you in so much pain." came his whispered response. I stared at him and a smile broke out on my face. My love for Edward was so far beyond what I imagined it would be. It appeared he loved me just as much. I could never leave him. Being without him would surely rip me in two.
I was about to kiss him when I felt the ghastly feeling rip through my stomach again. I turned to the toilet and Edward grabbed my hair immediatly. I got rid of the last of my food, and then turned back to Edward. He helped me up, and I brushed my teeth. I was feeling weak and couln't make it make to my bed. Edward picked me up and brought me to my room. I was laying on my bed, and before I could say a word I was out. I slept for almost two days apparently. I was so sick Edward had to take me to his dad.
He couldn't do much for me. Edward had done everything he could. He was going to make a great doctor one day.
The next time I opened my eyes I saw Edward again. He was laying next to me just like he had the other day. I wondered how long he had been there. Most boyfriends would have left by now, but Edward was different. He wouldn't leave me especially if I was sick or injured. Edward was caring, and in the moment I knew that I'd always want him by my side. To wake up to him kissing my forehead, and to see his eyes open a shine for me. It was something I couldn't live without.
Nothing could describe how I felt for Edward. The word boyfriend typically meant someone who wouldn't last long at my age. I felt so much more for Edward. The word was a disgrace for the tongue when speaking of Edward. He was not something that could ever be thought of as a toy. He was my true love. I know I am young, but Edward is who I want to be with when I turned 50, 60, and 70. He was the man I wanted to age with. I wanted to care for each other. I wanted to love each other forever.
I felt much better today. I actually was really hungry. I went to stand up, but I was caught in a pair of strong arms. I looked down to see Edward's arms laying gently on my waist. He had a crooked grin on his face. I leaned down to kiss him. He looked at me with his eyes loving every minute. I kissed him softly and began to deepen the kiss.
My hands went into his hair and pulled him closer. His hands stayed on my waist and pulled me closer into his body as well. We kissed each other like never before. I broke away gasping for air. He laughed lightly. I saw him sit up straight before bolting out of the room. I followed him wondering what he was doing. I found him next to the toilet.
"Oh, Edward I'm so sorry!" I cried to him. I ran next to him after he was done, and I rubbed his back soothingly. When I saw him lean back down I closed my eyes and tried not to focus. I didn't want to get sick from watching him throw up his dinner from last night.
He turned to me and gave a weak smile. I hugged him to my body. He pushed me away gently, and I looked up to see him sweating hot. I felt his forehead, and he was burning up. I jumped up and got the thermometer. I stuck it under his tongue, and he closed his eyes. After about 30 seconds the thermometer beeped, and I pulled it out. It read 104.3. Immediatly I ran to the phone, and I called Carlisle. He asnwered on the first ring.
"Edward? How's Bella?" he asked.
"I'm fine, but Edward isn't. He has a temperature of 104.3, and is currently in the bathroom throwing up." I said with the panic leaking into my voice. Carlisle had gasped when he heard my voice, and he was now back to breathing calmly. His doctor mode was taking affect.
"Bella, I need to you bring him to the hospital because his fever is too high. Also, bring a bucket for the car ride. Try to cool him down a little." Carlisle said still trying to keep up his doctor voice. I could hear a slight panic through it though. After all, this was his son.
I walked back into the bathroom to find Edward on the floor. His eyes were open, but he looked like he was falling asleep.
"Edward?" I said gently trying to be quiet so I didn't make his headache worse. I knew he would have a headache because I had had a severe one. Even Edward's calming voice hurt my head at points.
"Yes?" he replied so weakly i could barely hear him. I felt terrible. I was so selfish. If I had told Edward to leave me to fend for myself he wouldn't be on the floor of my bathroom with a deadly fever.
"Honey, I have to take you to the hospital. Carlisle told me too." I walked over to him, and I grabbed the bucket that was placed next to him. It was there from before. It was still clean seeing that the toilet was directly next to him, and it was easier to clean than the bucket. After I garbbed the bucket I helped him up. He was so weak. He leaned most of his weight on me.
I almost fell down under the weight. I had to get him to the hospital so I used all my strength, which honestly wasn't much seeing how I had been sick for days, to get him to the car. He practically fell into the seat. I ran to get some cool rags for his head. I placed them on his head, and I was off to the ER.
I drove quickly down the road. I was going extremely fast. I was in Edward's Volvo. I was hitting speeds of 120 m.p.h. when I heard a police siren. I thought about driving faster, but I pulled over. The officer got out, and came to my window. I looked at Edward. He looked even worse.
"Do you realize you were going over 120 miles per hour?" he asked slowly.
"Yes, I have someone sick in the car. Look for yourself, but please hurry. He needs to get to the Emergency Room!" I yelles at the police officer. He looked into the window, and he immediatly signaled for me to hurry on. He quickly turned his vehicle on, and he was escorting us to the hospital.
"Edward, hold on. We are almost there." I heard him moan in response. He looked as pale as a ghost. He had lost all color from his skin. Any signs of the redness from the fever were gone. That didn't send any comfort to my brain though. The color white he had turned was unnatural. Even vampires would have more color.
I pulled up outside the hospital. Carlisle quickly rushed to Edward's side of the car, and pulled him out. I heard Carlisle mutter, "Please, please don't let my son die!" Edward was rushed in, and I followed behind them. I waited in the waiting room for about an hour. They told me I wouldn't be allowed access to his room.
After four hours I was allowed in. Edward didn't look any better. He was connected to all kinds of needles and monitors. I started to cry desperately by his side. I had only been allowed permission in because Carlisle knew I would go crazy outside. I looked at his monitors. Everything looked healthy to me, but I was no doctor. I watched closely while they did everything they could.
I stared at his monitors. The tears so thick in my eyes that I could barely see. I felt a slight pressure on the hand I was holding.
Then, his pulse rate stopped abruptly.
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