Author's Notes Part 1: This is a rare Point of View chapter! I did it from Carlisle's view point since this chapter is about our favorite doctor, (if there were more good looking doctors like Carlisle, I'd go to the doctors more often, not really but still…)

Chapter Seven:
Vampires do not get sick, especially Carlisle.

Carlisle Point of View

I laid in bed, feeling very unwell, which was very unusual seeing as I am a vampire and vampires simply do not get sick. My head and throat ached, my nose was stuffy and I was just downright miserable. I sighed, letting the misery out, and just stayed in my sweatpants and t-shirt. I ran a hand down my face and my skin felt clammy, also unusual for a vampire. I closed my eyes and finally forced myself up, wondering what I had. Perhaps some new age vampire flu. Figures, just the day before Thanksgiving, I get sick. I couldn't afford this. Many people with food poisoning tomorrow was counting on me. I could only hope I had the 24 hour vampire flu.

I made my way downstairs and to the kitchen. I took out a glass and filled it up with water, rinsing my mouth out. The water actually tasted good, but I knew better than to swallow. I spat the water back out and looked up to see Esme standing there frowning.

"Sweetheart?" She said, coming up to me, "Are you alright?" I nodded, then shook my head when I saw Edward glare at me for trying to lie. "What's wrong?" I groaned. I didn't even know. I just felt sick and horrible. I wanted to crawl in bed.

"I think you need to call in sick for me." I muttered helplessly and Esme quickly became worried. Vampires do not get sick, especially me, the good doctor of Forks. I went back upstairs and laid on the bed, under the covers, feeling cold, too cold for even me. I just wanted to warm up a little. I don't even remember what it was like being sick, the last time I got sick was when I was human some 300 years ago or so. I sighed, and muttered to myself, "This sucks."

There was a knock on the door and I turned my head, beckoning who ever was knocking to come in. It was Edward and he had a glass in his hand. I sat up and eyed the red liquid. I knew it was blood, from the smell of it, it was deer, my favorite, but I made a face. I wasn't hungry, er, thirsty. Bella, Edward's girlfriend, likes to say hungry. I caught it from here. Silly human girl.

"I got this for you." He said, coming over to me and I sat up, still looking slightly repulsed. I felt too sick to my stomach, but my son made me drown the cup. At least it wasn't that cherry cough medicine, or any other medicine that so-called tasted like cherry, the children at the hospital detested and we had to fight with them to get them to take it. It was quite funny the other day, arguing with a 2-year-old to take some medicine, finally I bribed her with a ice cream, she made me eat one too but at least she took her medicine and I threw up the ice cream later. I shuddered at that thought.

"Now that Dr. Edward Cullen has made his poor, miserable patient take his medicine, Esme said you should get some rest, and I agree. Sleep does wonders" He would know. He does sleep a lot, for a vampire who doesn't sleep. "Now I know what you're thinking," The irony of it. He really did know what I was thinking, that silly mind reader. Edward chuckled, "you don't want to sleep, you want to figure out what's wrong, but see, you ARE going to sleep." I wondered what he meant by that and suddenly my eyes felt droopy. Apparently, he doctored my breakfast. So, this was what it was like, getting knocked out by drugs. Interesting… I faintly heard Edward chuckle as I nodded off to sleep.

I woke up and the shades to my room were drawn down. Normally we kept them up during the day, allowing the sunlight to come in when the sun did show it's face. Esme must've done it. I got up, wondering how long I was asleep. I padded quietly downstairs and found that the kids were in school and Esme was on the couch reading a novel.

She looked up and smiled, "Feeling better?" I paused for a moment to answer her, I still felt slightly awful, but better. Edward was right, sleep did do wonders.

"Much better than this morning." She got up and kissed me gently on the cheek.

"You feel much better as well, not so clammy and humanly. I chuckled. My wife, she's so funny sometimes. "Oh, I invited Charlie and Bella over tomorrow. It's supposed to snow too, so the kids will be happy about that." Great, not that I wasn't happy that Bella and her father were coming, it would mean we would have to eat. Everything tasted like dirt, and we couldn't digest. There would be A LOT of throwing up tomorrow. Wait, if I was well enough, I could go to the hospital and work as I did every holiday, except Christmas, since Esme demands that be a family holiday.

"The hospital said for you to take two days off until you're better," She said, as if reading my mind and I pouted like a child. She smiled and kissed me, laughing. "Oh Carlisle, you cant avoid holidays involving eating when humans come around." She was right of course, like always. Well, sometimes.

At least I felt semi better.

To Be Continued…

Author Notes Part 2: It's 4am and I finished writing yet another chapter. I'm getting these chapters out faster than you can hit review. Totally unfair. *pouts* Review please?