A/N: Thanks for all the reviews last chapter! Well I don't really have anything else I want to say besides thanks again to Vi0lentSerenity and enjoy!

August 7, 2009 (ugh summer is slipping away)

I don't own anything. Not even Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Edward stared at me intently, the seconds ticking away like hours as he processed what I just asked him.

He didn't like it, which was clear. The way he stood, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared out of his window, his eyes full of worry, angst, and sadness; made me regret asking him as soon as it came out of my mouth. He didn't feel the same way about me; he didn't want to save me.

I swallowed loudly and hoped if I stared hard enough that I would be able to see the inner workings of his mind to find his thoughts to know what he was thinking. No such luck at the moment.

Finally, he slowly turned his head so his eyes would meet mine. In the blink of an eye his face was inches from mine and his eyes level with mine. His ice cold hand clasped onto mine as his lips parted.

"Bella," he said slowly, "I want to save you, I really do, but I'm just afraid that if I were to change you, you would resent me later."

"Why would I resent you if you saved my life? I would get to experience things I already gave up on," I exclaimed.

"What we are, Bella, it's not natural. You will see everyone you love die around you, you will watch everyone getting old while you remain the same. It's no way to live and you may start hating me for putting you through all the misery."

I stared at him wanting to contradict him. I wanted to yell at him, to tell him to change me right now, to save my life! Yet, no words came to me. What he was saying made sense. "But Edward, think of how much I would be getting out of life instead of a clock that always seems to be ticking faster and faster until it stops."

He sat next to me and put his arm around my waist so he could hold me closer. "I've thought about this from the moment I learned about you." He paused and closed his eyes. "I want to change you, but I don't think I could live with myself if you ended up hating me. Believe me when I say that because living longer than I should have, seeing my family die around me, it made me resent Carlisle at the beginning. It's not something I want you to go through.

I could never think of hating Edward, but this is now, when I'm mortal and am close to death. I couldn't dream of hating him for giving me a life I never thought I would experience fully. But when Renee and Charlie die and I'm here in my 17-year-old body, who is to say I won't be mad at him?

I want to live life, but do I really want to live for eternity?

After my hesitation, Edward smiled. He realized I was now wondering if I really wanted this. "See my dilemma?" he asked softly in my ear.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of winning, but I nodded anyways.

He grabbed my hand and helped me up off of his couch, and then he led me out of his room and down the stairs to the living room. His family was there, with the exception of Carlisle and Rosalie, watching TV or talking to one another.

As Edward led me in, everyone's eyes somehow followed me over to the piano stool. It was like they were all waiting for me to collapse over. Most of them looked ready to catch me at any second by the way the tensed up.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I thought better of it.

Edward was sitting next to me in a second with his hands placed naturally on the keys. "You can play the piano, Edward?" I asked him.

Alice was now at the end of the piano, resting her elbows on it. "Didn't he tell you? He's a natural at it," she said smiling.

"Figures," I mumbled.

Edward and Alice both chuckled as Edward started to play a song I did not recognize. It was beautiful and soft, just perfect.

"Edward, thank you," Esme said as her hands fluttered to her chest. This must have been her song.

Edward smiled and then switched to another song. It was slow paced and low, almost like the person in this story was sleeping. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was sad story being told almost like the person in this tale was coming to an end.

His hands swiftly moved up an octave where it started to pick up its pace, like the person wasn't going down that easily. I smiled; it sort of reminded me of, well, me.

Edward echoed my thoughts. "You inspired this," he said softly as his hands continued to move up and down the keys.

I looked over at him to see that he was watching me. I quickly turned my attention to the room, finding it completely empty. "Where did everyone go?"

"They thought they should give us some privacy."

I nodded. After listening for a few more minutes, I yawned and Edward stopped playing insisting on taking me home.

After playing the part as my boyfriend, he promptly walked me to my door and said goodnight. A half an hour and one shower later, I was in my room laying on my bed with the light on, when he popped up in my room.

"Edward! What are you doing here? How did you even get in here?" I exclaimed as I struggled to sit up. My joints were killing me tonight.

Edward saw that and gently pushed me back down onto my bed as he kneeled next to my face to he could talk to me. "I climbed through your window," he said matter-of-factly.

"You climbed through my window?"

He smirked at my astonishment as he took one step closer to my bed. "Would you object to me staying the night with you?"

My eyes widened a bit, but I quickly nodded and made room for him on my bed. He smiled before shutting my window and finally laying down next to me with his hands behind his head.

We talked to each other for a few minutes, but with everything that happened today I was too tired to stay up late. The next morning, I woke up with my head on Edward's chest and his arms wrapped around my waist. What I would give to have this moment last forever.

"Good morning," he said softly.

"Morning," I said, still a little groggy.

When I started to get out of bed, Edward was quickly up and helping me out. I smiled at him as I rolled my neck trying to get out the kinks. Though, when I took my first step, I knew this was going to be a bad day. Every single joint in my body ached, and I felt extremely tired just from standing.

I slowly made my way to the door, and then stopped. Edward was right behind me following my every move. His eyes were full of worry. I must not look so great right now.

I gripped the doorjamb in attempt to haul myself to the bathroom, but when I took my next step, I stumbled backwards.

Edward's hands were quickly around my waist, pulling me into him. My hands flew up to my head trying to stop the rush of blood to my already spinning head.

As I steadied myself out, I looked up at Edward. He was not looking to great himself. His eyes were worried, and angry, and then the seemed to be calculating something.

I put my hand on Edward's chest. "I'm okay, really."

He reluctantly let go of me, but hands never dropped to his side.

I stayed where I was trying to find the strength to move one of my legs in front of the other. As I was about to move one, however, my vision began to go black, my ears started to ring, and my knees started to feel like jelly. I lost sight of Edward's body next to me along with the dresser to my right.

I slowly turned my head to try and find Edward's face, but when I did, I simply blacked out.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

I wanted to let out a groan, or maybe throw something at the noise, but I was too exhausted to even open my eyes. I could hear people's feet shuffling up and down the room, the door opening and closing even few minutes, or hours, I couldn't tell anymore.

I wanted to yell at everything moving. I wanted them all to stop. I just wanted to rest, but with the noise, it was becoming next to impossible. Yet, I still didn't open my eyes. I didn't let anyone know I was awake, listening for someone's voice I recognized.

I could barely remember what I was doing before I landed into this uncomfortable bed, with itchy sheets on top of me. I didn't even know what happened before I fell asleep.

Time pasted as I laid there. Some people touched my wrist, my forehead. I felt people kiss the top of my head and whisper things I couldn't comprehend, but I wasn't waiting for them. I didn't know who I was waiting for, but it was someone.

I wanted to feel them hold my hand; kiss the top of my hand. I wanted to hear them whispering that everything will be alright in my ear, but everyone who did wasn't who I was waiting for.

I heard someone pull a chair up closer to my bed, which was starting to put a strain on my back. Then that person reached out and placed their icy hand on top of mine. My eyes fluttered open. He was who I was waiting for.

"Bella," he said in a low voice. "Bella, can you hear me?"

I wanted to nodded, but my neck was too stiff. I wanted to yell that I could, but I couldn't find my voice. I felt like I was trapped in this body.

"Bella blink twice if you can hear me," he said softly in my ear.

I blinked once, then twice, and he let out a long sigh. I was what he was waiting for. I felt him put his forehead on mine and then he kissed it with his icy lips. He smoothed out my hair with one of his hands and then he leaned back in his chair folding his hands as his back hit the chair.

The door opened and someone else walked in. "Is she awake," my mother's voice said.

"Yes," Edward said as he got up. He kissed the top of my head again and whispered, "I'll be back shortly."

I blinked twice hoping he got that I was saying okay with my eyes. I still couldn't find my voice even though I wanted too. I had no idea what happened to me, I barely understood why I was in the hospital in the first place. I felt like I was missing a huge part of my day right here.

Renee rushed to my side and sat on the edge of my bed. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly while her other hand brushed through my hair. "Bella, sweetie, oh I was so scared. How are you feeling? Are you dizzy at all?"

I shook my head, still trying to find my voice. "Mom, what happened?" I asked so softly I would be surprised if she heard me.

She leaned forward and took a minute to process what I said, I guess trying to see if she caught everything I said. I would have repeated it, but my voice was barely up to it.

"You don't remember anything?" I shook my head. "Well, you passed out in your bedroom, and when Edward came to pick you up and you didn't answer the door, he got worried and when he found you he rushed you here. He called Charlie at the police station who called me and I got the first flight here. You've been in and out of it for about a day now."

"I was up before now?"

She nodded. "You only opened your eyes a few times. When Edward brought you here you had a very high fever and you were sweating a lot. The doctors were afraid you were going to crash, but you kept fighting back," she said with a sad smile and tears running down her face.

"Oh Bella," she sighed hugging me.

I, very slowly, placed one of my arms on her back hoping I could comfort her. That only made her let out a soft sob. "Mom, it's okay. I'll be okay."

She shook her head as she sat back up. "How can you be handling this better than me?" she asked choking out a laugh.

I shrugged. "I was born a thirty-year-old," I said weakly.

She laughed again, putting a hand over her mouth. "You really were."

She let out a deep breath and looked around the room. Her eyes landed on Edward's jacket draped over the chair he was using earlier. "You're very lucky, you know, to have someone like him in your life. He hasn't left your side since you got here. I'm surprised he actually left when I came in."

I smiled. I should have known he would be here the whole time, since he didn't sleep or anything, I guess it didn't bother him.

The door opened again and Dr. Cullen came into the room. "Bella, Edward told me you were up. I'm glad I made it to the room this time," he said jokingly.

I smiled sheepishly. "Is everything okay?" I asked, my voice getting stronger.

"Well, we will need to keep you in the hospital for a week most likely to make sure nothing like this happens again, and if you recover well enough, you may return home." He took the chart from the end of my bed and glanced at it. "Your temperature has gone down quiet a bit, which is very good."

"Dr. Cullen, will Bella be able to return to school?" Renee asked standing up.

"I'm not sure if that is in her best interest at the moment, but maybe in a month or so, if her fever goes down and doesn't return, and if she doesn't have any swelling in abdomen, then I don't see why not."

Renee nodded looking down at me and smiled. It was a worried one, but she wanted to be supportive if I decided to go back.

"If you don't mind I would like to speak with Bella alone," he said walking up to the left side of my bed.

Renee nodded and bent back down to kiss the top of my head before heading out the door.

"Now Bella," he said putting the chart on my bed, "Edward has told me everything he could, but I need to know what happened before you passed out. Edward said something about you staggering when you got out of bed and having to grip the door jam as you made your way out of the room. Did you get dizzy or nauseated?"

I turned my gaze to the wall, trying to remember what happened before I blacked out. "Well, my vision, something happened to it, like everything started to go black when I started to walk." I paused, trying to think back more. "My joints where killing me, and I had a huge head rush when I staggered."

Carlisle nodded. "Yes, I think you will need to stay in the hospital for a week or so. Now you also had a minor infection but we gave you medicine to help for that."

I nodded. "I'm used to infections." With leukemia I always seem to be having infections. It's actually been awhile since I had my last one in Phoenix.

He nodded. "Okay well I'm going to talk to Edward for a moment and then he should be back here with you. I'm actually surprised he left you at all," he said walking out of my room with a smile on his face.

Moments later Edward was back in my room sitting on the edge of my bed. His cold hands felt amazing on my hot forehead as he brushed some hair out of my face. "How are you feeling?" he asked in a low tone.

I shrugged. "I've been better."

He gave a small smile. "Are you uncomfortable at all?"

I shook my head. "Just a little hot."

He nodded and kept his hand on my forehead hoping to cool me down. We stayed that way until he heard footstep and thoughts coming towards the door. He would sit on the chair when nurses or my parents came in, but he would never leave.

When Charlie came in Edward simply went to the corner and sat in a chair by a table I had. When Renee came back in with Phil, Edward just went to the other side of my bed and stood against the wall.

Later on at night, when my mom was coming in to tell me her and Phil where heading to a hotel, Edward would 'sleep' on the chair next to my bed, and when they left he would sit up and put his hands back on my forehead as long as I wanted him to.

We didn't talk very much, but we didn't need to. Sometimes I had the urge to ask Edward why his eyes looked so worried, but I never did because I knew why. He thought I was going to die when he brought me in here. I'm sure everyone did, but I didn't.

The next day I woke up to Edward walking up and down the room with his hands behind his back. He stopped suddenly when he realized I was watching him, and in the blink of an eye, he was sitting on my bed. "Good morning," he said kissing the top of my head.

"Good morning," I said weakly. I tilted my head a little remember how his eyes looked before I collapsed. Why were they calculating? "Edward?"

"Yes, are you okay? Do you need more medicine? Does something hurt?" he asked so quickly I didn't have time to put up a hand to stop him.

"No, I'm fine," besides my abdomen, but they were giving me drugs for that, "I just wanted to ask you something."

"Okay."

"What were you thinking before I passed out?"

He stared at me for a moment. "You caught that didn't you?" He sighed and leaned forward; putting his hands on either side of me he closed his eyes. "I was thinking about the request you asked me at my house."

I stared at him intently. "Why were you reconsidering?"

"Carlisle had one rule about turning humans into vampires, and that was they had to be dying. Seeing you yesterday, when you looked so fragile, I realized that I didn't care if you started to loath me. I can't lose you."

He turned his head to look out the window. It was raining, like always, but it seemed even gloomier, if that was even possible. "Carrying you into the hospital, you seemed like a rag doll. Then watching them hook you up to all these machines…" he said trailing off. He took a deep breath and looked back down at me. "I just couldn't stand seeing you that way."

I took a deep breath. This wasn't right. He shouldn't be feeling this way about me. This shouldn't even be happening. I was putting him through pain, something I was trying to avoid by putting a wall around me blocking everyone out.

I didn't want him to watch me die, even if he was considering changing me into a vampire, he wouldn't act on it. He doesn't want me to hate him and who's to say I won't when my mother dies or my father dies.

"I didn't want to cause you any pain," I said softly trying to choke back tears. "This is why I had my no dating rule."

"Bella," he said putting both hands on my face softly, "it's not your fault."

I shook my head slowly, since it gave me headaches if I did it too fast. "No, you shouldn't be here seeing me like this."

"I don't care what you look like Bella, you are always beautiful," he said sincerely.

"No, no, Edward I'm going to hurt you because I'm going to die soon. It's not fair for you to waste your time on me."

"Bella stop." He bent closer to me so that we were nose to nose. "Bella, my time with you has never been wasted. Any time away from you is my time wasted."

"Why do you want to be with me so bad?"

He let out a short sigh. "Because I love you, Isabella. You are my life now. You are the only reason for me to even exist right now."