Chapter nine getting worse

I was lying in my hospital bed unable to move. Every time I tried to move I would start vomiting again. I couldn't keep anything down. I hardly have anything in me anyway. I didn't want to do it again. I was starting to feel uncomfortable again; in other words sick. My parents and Embry had to leave. So there was no one here to help me. I could feel it coming again. I leaned over to the bowl and threw up again. I almost fell out of my bed. This time I knew it wouldn't stop. There I am, lying in the hospital bed sick as hell. Wishing that I could die. I know vampires like me can't die, though. I wasn't going to move or I would be vomiting again. I was dumb for trying it.

A few minutes later Dr. Cullen came in before his shift ended.

"Shelby, how are you feeling?" he asked.

"Not too good," I answered.

He was examining me once again.

"My shift is ending in 3 minutes," he said. "The next doctor will be checking on you."

I was feeling very bad. He looked at me as he got up and walked towards the door. As he left he closed the door behind him. I was lying here in my bed again alone and still. It was getting worse, I was getting thirsty for blood, but I knew if I drank blood I would just puke more. I was trying to relax now when I started to feel like throwing up. I put the bowl under my chin just in time, because I did vomit again. No Mom or Dad or Embry here. This time it never really stopped. I couldn't get up to use the bathroom without puking. After I was finished doing what I had to do, I leaned back in the bed, resting my head against the pillow. About two minutes later, a nurse came in to check on me. She was checking my status but when she looked down at the bowl it was almost full. Then she looked at me. I was still throwing up.

Now it was every ten seconds that I was vomiting. Nonstop. She pushed the call button to get the doctor that was on the floor. He came running in. I knew the doctor rushed me to the ER, to see if he could help. He tried everything but nothing worked. He looked at me; I was still puking. Neither of them knew what else to do, so he went to the nurse's station to call Dr. Cullen to help.

"Dr. Cullen is on his way," the doc says as he rushed in to the room. "He should be here in a few minutes." I hoped he was right; I really needed a competent doctor right now; this guy seemed nice enough, but Dr. Cullen was like me, and I knew he'd be more helpful.

Sure enough he was here, he rushed in, changed into green doctor scrubs, and washed his hands.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"She hasn't stopped vomiting," the other doctor answered.

"Let's see what I can do." Dr. Cullen came closer. I looked up at him. He looked frightened. Then he looked at the nurse.

"I can use something," he told her.

I felt so weak that I could barely walk or talk. I wanted to ask how Nessie was doing, but I couldn't because all I was doing was puking. I think he knew I wanted to ask about Renesmee, so he said she was worried about me. I knew she was worried about me; I think she was with Jake. I was still vomiting. While Dr. Cullen was trying to find a way to make me better, it gets me. He's a doctor, he should know. It was nonstop vomiting. He was getting worried, I could tell. He looked over at the nurse and told her to call my parents. But why I wasn't dying? The nurse went and called my parents. I couldn't stop it, it was scaring me. I know my parents are going to make me move once I am better. I hope Embry will talk to them about staying. I don't want to move.

The nurse reentered my room. "Shelby, your parents are on their way."

I quickly asked, "Why?" before I started to throw up again. This isn't funny. He told me he that he didn't get to tell them. Maybe Embry will be here too. But why, he is so upset and pissed off. Now I have to think about myself now. Or Maybe Jake will be here tomorrow. But why he isn't with me, he's with my best friend Nessie.

"Shelby you're almost healed," Dr. Cullen said.

"I still feel weak, like Jell-O," I replied.

He just laughed.

"You'll feel stronger once you get some blood in you," he said quietly, making sure the human nurse didn't hear that.

The thought of blood made me want to puke. So I did, involuntarily.

Yes, he's right I'm slowing down.
He was now examining me thoroughly.

"You won't be throwing up as much but I want you to stay here three days."

"But I need a drink."
"Yes, I know, you do. I'll bring you some animal blood."
"Ew, I can't; it'll make me sick."

"You have to try it."

"No way."

"You have to."

"No! I'd rather stay here than drink that!"