Angela's point of view:

I dropped the phone as the doctor talked, and I didn't really hear him past the words high fever. My breath came in spurts; I couldn't, wouldn't lose her. She and Carlisle were my everything now. Sarah was sick, possibly worse than before while I was enjoying time with my boyfriend. Guild flooded me. Carlisle opened the door, and he looked at me with concern. He quickly moved to pick up the dropped phone. He started to talk into it, but I didn't hear what they were saying. Carlisle hung up the phone and kneeled in front of me.

"She's going to be okay," Carlisle said. "She just has a fever."

"But she's sick, and I'm not there to comfort her," I whispered.

"We'll leave now then, my love." He took my hands and squeezed them in comfort. "May I drive your car?"

I nodded. The hospital was only five minutes away, but it seemed like it took hours to get there. Every light was red, and I clutched Carlisle's hand in a death grip. Leaning my head on his arm, a few tears escaped.

"Angela, honey. Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry, I just thinking if the worst happened, I couldn't lose her, Carlisle. I couldn't bear it."

"And I wouldn't let this happen, my love." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "They have medication that they gave her to help fight the fever."

"What about infection. I remember being told that if she has a fever it's a sign of infection," I argued.

"Then we're catching it early and preventing it. She may need a higher dose of antibiotics." He took both of my hands after we pulled into his parking spot. "I won't let anything happen to her. She's a strong little girl, so I know she'll fight, my love."

He brushed my tears away as I regained my composure. His lips touched my forehead before got out of the car and headed toward my daughter's room. Alice and, much to my surprise, Jasper was there, sitting on the right side of Sarah's bed.

"I fed before I came," Jasper said before we could say anything, looking at Carlisle. "Alice saw our visit."

Carlisle frowned as he looked at his son. I ignored them as I wheeled to the left side of Sarah's bed. Her face was pale and white, and her eyes flickered under her closed eyelids. I put my hand on her warm forehead, which was sticky with sweat. I sighed as I took her little hand in mine.

"She's sleeping well," Jasper said, breaking me out of my agony. "That's why she wanted me to come, so I could help her sleep. She sees it as helping her get better."

Tears filled my eyes as he talked; this family was blessing Sarah and me so much. They spilt over as Carlisle put his arm around me.

"She's going to be okay, Angela," Carlisle whispered into my ear. "She's a fighter."

"Thank you," I whispered into the room.

Calming waves hit me as I held Sarah's hand while Carlisle rubbed my back. Carlisle talked quietly with his children as I watched over Sarah. Leaning forward, I put my hand on her forehead and brushed her sweaty hair out of her face.

"Could we give her a bath?" I asked Carlisle. "She hasn't been washed since the crash."

"When she's better," Carlisle replied. "One of the nurses will most likely sponge bathe her."

"I'm so eager to have her home," I whispered, placing my head on Carlisle's shoulder.

"I am too, love." I felt him kiss my head.

We were silent as Carlisle held me as I held Sarah's hand. I closed my eyes to lean my head on Carlisle's shoulder. Suddenly, I felt a jerking sensation come from Sarah's hand and I was out of Carlisle's arms. Opening my eyes, my stomach dropped. Sarah's eyes were rolling back and she was jerking violently. I sat slack jawed as I watched the convolutions.

"Jasper, get a nurse and doctor on call. Now," Carlisle said as he stood over Sarah's side.

Tears ran down my cheeks, I was so scared. Alice walked to my side, her eyes wide and she put her arm around me.

"Angela, I think you should wait outside, honey," Carlisle said. "Alice, please."

Numbly, I let Alice pushed me to the hallway, we moved to chairs by the door, where I rested my head on her shoulder and cried openly.

"I'm sorry," Alice said. Her voice sounded chocked up. "I didn't see it happening until a moment before."

I sobbed as I tried to listen to what was happening to Sarah in her room. I heard a lot of medical terms that I didn't understand, but what scared me the most was hearing that Sarah would have to be moved back to the intensive care unit.

"She can't go back there, Alice. She can't," I whispered.

"She'll be okay," Alice said.

I didn't say it, but I was afraid that Sarah got worse so quickly that Alice didn't catch it. Tears silently leaked down my cheeks as I leaned against the wall.

"Angela?" Carlisle came out of the room, looking at me with concern.

A fresh wave of tears came up as he stepped forward to hold me. He rocked my body back and forth as I cried.

"What's going on, Carlisle?" I whispered.

"Her high temperature cause her to have a seizure," Carlisle explained.

"Will she have more," I whispered.

"It's very unlikely," he whispered into my ear. "She'll have a longer recovery than I thought she would."

My heart sunk. I wanted my daughter home soon. A few more tears leaked from my eyes, and Carlisle brushed them away.

"They're going to move her to the ICU again, love," Carlisle said, standing. "Do you want to follow her?"

I nodded as a team of people pushed her bed out the door. Carlisle pushed me behind the door.

"They'll be a good team to watch over there," Carlisle said quietly.

"Will she be okay, Carlisle?" I whispered.

"She will, love," Carlisle replied, stopping outside of a room where they'd taken Sarah.

Jasper and Alice walked up next to us. Alice head was down while Jasper talked to her quietly with his arm around her.

"All my fault," I heard Alice say.

"Alice?" I asked, holding my hand out to her.

"I'm so sorry, Angela," she replied. "I didn't … I didn't see her …"

"It's okay, Alice," I said to her. "It isn't your fault."

"Alice, you can't blame yourself." Carlisle held out his arms for his daughter, and she practically went running into them.

I heard her sobs as Carlisle held her. I felt glad that she cared about Sarah as much as I did. Brushing away my tears again, we waited for word from the doctors, official word anyway. Carlisle could hear what they were saying and whispered as he heard what was happening in Sarah's room. I held Carlisle's hand tightly, and I was sure if he was human he'd protest with how hard I was holding it.

"They're coming to talk to us now," Carlisle said softly to me as I rested my head on his shoulder.

I sat up straight as the doctor came out with a grim look on his face.

"She's stable now," he started. "We'll be watching her closely. We believe, as I think you do too Dr. Cullen, that her seizure was due to her fever. We're still trying to get her fever down as well."

"What medication did you give her?" Carlisle asked.

The doctor replied, and the two doctors started using medical terms that were over my head.

"I always get grilled when I'm looking after a doctor's loved one," the doctor said.

"Can't help it," Carlisle replied. "We need her healthy and at home."

"We'll do our very best then, as always," the doctor replied.

"May we see her?" I asked.

"Yes, but only two at a time," he replied.

Carlisle couldn't get me in there fast enough. Much like I'd first seen her after the crash, she was hooked up to many machines and tubes. It made my heart sink again. I loathed seeing her like this. Taking her hand, I leaned forward to kiss the top of it. Jasper and Alice went home; I think Alice wanted to say, but I could sense Jaspers growing discomfort.

"Angela, you need to eat something," Carlisle said, placing a tray down next to me. When had he gone to get food?

"I'm not hungry," I muttered.

"Please, love." I looked at Carlisle gave me a very convincing smile. "You need to keep up your strength for her."

"I suppose," I replied.

I picked up a sandwich from the tray and ate it without tasting it. Hours later, Carlisle dragged me away from my daughter, and I was barely able to keep my eyes open.

"I'll pick you up at 8:30 tomorrow," Carlisle said. "I have a shift at 9, so you'll be able to sit with Sarah."

"I'd really appreciate that," I replied as he kneeled in front of me. "I'd go crazy at home with her sick and you not here."

"I'll be missing both of you." Carlisle leaned forward to kiss me.

I kissed him back for several moments. His kisses were tender and sweet.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Carlisle said when he pulled away, leaving me breathless.

"Mmhmm," I said.

Leaning forward, I kissed him again.

"Good night, sweetheart," Carlisle pulled away.

I frowned, wishing there were more kisses. The next morning, I found myself sitting by Sarah's side again. She was awake, but very groggy from the fever reducing medication.

"I'm here, little bug," I said holding hand. "Are you feeling better today?"

She looked toward me and blinked slowly.

"Here is your stuffed bunny." I placed it in her arms. "Are you enjoying having him here with you?"

I leaned forward to stroke her hair. I remember Mom did this when I was younger when I was sick. It was very soothing. Hopefully, it'd help her feel better.

"Sleep well, honey. You must be feeling so tired." I kissed her cheek.

A knock on the door frame behind me made me jump.

"Sorry," the female voice said. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay." I gave Rosalie a sheepish smile.

"I hoped to visit her today," Rosalie stepped into the room, carrying a small teddy bear. "Dad told me what happened."

"She'd love for you to visit," I told my former classmate. "She loves her stuffed rabbit."

"Renesmee and chose this for her." Rosalie sat across from me and held up the bear.

"She loves stuffed animals, and I'm sure they're a great comfort to her," I replied.

"I hope so." Rosalie smile as she placed the bear next to the bunny.

"Thank you so much for this," I said quietly.

"It's no problem," Rosalie said. "If my daughter was sick, I'd want this kind of support as well."

"I don't know what to say," I said, feeling surprised.

"Well, you've made Dad very happy," Rosalie said. "Just think of it as me returning the favor."

"He's made me so happy as well," I replied. "I feel like the lucky one."

Rosalie laughed. "You should see how he acts at home now. He'll kill me for saying this, but he's always whistling or humming. He's even hugging us more often."

I felt myself blush. "Thanks, I think."

"No problem." Rosalie smiled back at me.

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