Chapter 10: Fallen Ill

Nessie's POV

One of the things that I had always hated about being half human was that I inherited humanity's susceptibility to illnesses. I had never hated it more then I did right now. My throat hurt like hell. Actually that was putting it mildly. I knew for sure that I had a fever. I didn't need a thermometer to tell me that.

I wondered into the kitchen to get a rag. Which I then soaked with ice cold water. As soon as I laid down in my bed I laid it across my forehead. The cold water felt like heaven against my burning skin.

My baby started to kick rapidly. Normally I thought it was cute and it made me smile. Now though it was just a source of annoyance. All I wanted to do was rest but it seemed like this baby of mine had other ideas.

Eventually the baby calmed down or I just managed to fall asleep during his or her non stop movement. The only reason that I woke up is because I had a massive cough attack. Once I had stopped coughing I still found it difficult to breathe.

Rather then getting better throughout the day I only seemed to get progressively worse. I kept using a wash cloth to keep my temperature down but it only offered minimal relief. To make matters worse my grandfather was still not back yet. If he were here he'd be able to help me at least. I may be a doctor myself but diagnosing one's own self is complicated. I couldn't even take medicine because of my pregnancy.

Lizzie tried to help me as best as she could but there was not much that she could do either. So I just laid there and continued to cough and burn with fever.

As five o clock approached with no sign of this illness getting any better I debated whether or not I should go meet my father. Was it really that important that I end whatever the hell was going on with him right now? Should I risk compromising my own health?

I sighed. It was important. I should have done it a long time ago. I needed to do it now. I wouldn't be gone long. Besides I'm half vampire. That always gave me a slight edge over illnesses that humans didn't have.

I donned my large coat and headed out the door before anyone could stop me. Well if Carlisle was home he probably would stop me and insist that I'm too sick to go out. So thankfully he wasn't.

My breathing was so labored that even walking down the steps felt next to impossible. About halfway through my walk I had to stop because I got a really violent cough attack. This time there was a few specs of blood on my palm. That scared the crap out of me.

I made it to the park without further incident but I was more then determined to just get this over with right away.

I spotted my father right away and he spotted me. The concerned look appeared on his face almost immediately. He ran up to me as quickly as he could. I must've looked exactly the way I felt. Like total crap.

"Carlie are you okay?"

"I'm f-"

Another violent round of coughs attacked me right then and there. The coughing was so bad that I felt like I could not even breathe at all anymore. This was the worst cough attack that I had yet.

I was shaking so badly from the coughing, chills, and muscles aches that my father went and held me still as if he thought I was going to fall over or something.

I spotted the blood on my hands and attempted to hide it from my father to no avail of course.

"Carlie we need to get you to the hospital now!" he yelled frantically.

"No, it's okay. I'm fi-"

The coughing started up again but this time it subsided quicker.

"Carlie you are not fine! You're coughing up blood! You obviously have a fever! You're burning up! And you're skin has turned slightly blue for goodness sakes! You are not alright! We need to get you to a hospital right now!"

Even as a human my father way to protective for his own good. Some things never do change, do they?

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