A/N: I had a better day today…then it got worse. But I'm writing this for you guys! Thank you so much for your wonderful reviews!

September 10, 1918

Things were bad. Edward's father was in the hospital. He felt ill the night before; none of us had slept. I hated seeing Edward and his mother suffer. No one knew what was wrong with him yet. We waited anxiously for the doctor's to come back. I had taken walks with Edward every few hours, desperately trying to take his mind off the situation. I hadn't seen him smile once, and it was killing me.

One of the doctors walked out of the room, and Mrs. Masen stood up fast. "May I talk to you in private?" The doctor asked. She nodded and they left down the hall. Edward sighed.

"It's bad," He said. I shook my head.

"Don't think like that," I said, "we don't know anything yet." I took his hand in mine, lightly tracing my fingers over his knuckles.

"Bella…" He started, "…if it was nothing bad, the doctor would have said it to all of us." I knew he was probably right, but it couldn't hurt to try and lift his hopes a little.

I sighed; of course he was right though, "I'm sorry." I replied. He shook his head and looked into my eyes.

"Don't be," He said, lifting my chin with one of his fingers, "it's not your fault, Bella."

"I-I know but…" I couldn't finish my sentence. He nodded, understanding. When I looked up at him again, his eyes were distant. They were further away; his mother walked back out then.

"What did the doctor say?" Edward asked.

"Your father has the Spanish influenza…" His mother said, sadly, "…they don't know if he'll make it. His immune system isn't capable of fighting it off, and medicine won't be enough."

I'd never seen Edward cry…but when a few tears streamed down his face, I almost lost it.

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September 12, 1918

I looked through the small window of the hospital room; Edward and his father were talking. I wanted to see if he was okay, but I didn't get many chances to go in. Only one person was allowed to see him, and we were only given twenty minutes every hour. I let Edward and his mother have more chances to see him; they knew him longer. A nurse walked by me and into the room; Edward stood up and squeezed his father's hand before leaving the room.

I had walked with him back out into the waiting room. He didn't like crying in front of me, but I always told him if he needed too, he shouldn't care how he thought it made me feel.

We spent sleepless nights at the hospital, waiting for some sort of miracle to come along. I was always at Edward's side, holding his hands, keeping him company. He fell asleep a few times, I promised to wake him if the doctors had something to say. They never did. It was always the same thing.

He was thinner in the matter of a few days. Both he and his mother; they barely ate anything. Edward was fast asleep, snoring lightly in my ear. I was glad he was at least getting some sleep. I prayed every day for his father to get better, now we just needed a miracle.

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September 14, 1918, 4:18am

Edward's father had passed away. It was a very stressful morning. He and his mother were heartbroken, and so was I. When we got home, I held Edward in my arms, letting him cry. I couldn't stand to see him hurt like this. His mother stayed at the hospital, organizing a funeral with his father's parents.

We lay on the couch in the library, quietly. I could only hear his short breaths and quiet sobs. My sleeves were wet as I dabbed lightly under his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Edward." I would occasionally whisper this to him, leaning my head on his.

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Edward had finally fallen asleep; all the crying made him tired. He loved his father; he spent every last minute with him. His father was just getting better, and then he passed. It was around five-thirty the next morning when he had woken up. His head hurt, and his eyes were puffy, and red. He didn't talk much; I didn't mind it that much, but it would have been nice to hear his voice.

"Are you okay?" I asked, after a long moment. Stupid question….of course he's not okay. I mentally rolled my eyes at my stupidity. "Uh…" I stumbled, shaking my head. I wanted to take that question back. He looked up and nodded.

"I will be," He said with a sad, tired sigh.

"That was a stupid question," I said aloud, "I shouldn't have asked that." He held my hand in his and rubbed circles on the back of it with his thumb.

"I'm fine, really Bella." He said, "I promise."

"I know, but still," I replied. He kissed me for a moment; then pulled away.

"I'll be fine." He said again. I nodded, but I knew how bad losing someone close hurt.

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A/N: Hey sorry guys! This was supposed to be up last night, but I had movie night with my family…no electronics. Anyone seen BD Part 2 yet? I heard it's awesome! I'm excited to see it tomorrow!