OCTOBER 28th 1918

(Bella POV)

Edward's father died on October 10th, the funeral is today. It is safe to say that Edward has not been doing particularly well; the Spanish influenza had killed his father quickly and cruelly but not before passing on to his mother. Edward spent almost every waking hour trying to take care of her, when I went to see him he was extremely quiet and sad. I could see the pain and grief in his eyes, along with fear and despair and I'm sure my own eyes only reflected his emotions. He seemed to appreciate my company though, I could make him feel more peaceful and I allowed him a chance to show how he really felt. I held him and soothed him while he cried and cared for Elizabeth whenever he needed a rest. I was so afraid that he would become ill too, I could not lose Edward. Elizabeth is being taken to the hospital tomorrow and Doctor Cullen has told us that she has very small chances of survival. We all knew this already but it still caused a stab of pain every time I thought of it. Doctor Cullen was an incredible doctor, he was patient and shockingly intelligent, he looked very young and you could describe him as inhumanly beautiful. There was something different about him, but I couldn't quite work out what it was.

I smoothed out my funeral dress and joined my family in the drawing room; we shared grave looks before heading out into the street where we met Edward pushing his mother in an old wooden wheel chair which didn't look particularly comfortable to me. I frowned, Elizabeth did not deserve any of what was happening to her and she certainly deserved better than an old wooden wheel chair, I shared a short look with Edward which told me that he felt exactly the same way.

We arrived at the funeral soon after, the procedure was long and heart breaking. Edward made a speech about his father and the tears flowed freely down my cheeks at his beautiful words, he had respected his father above all others and loved him with everything he had. Once Edward finished speaking he walked to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly, laying his forehead on my shoulder, I felt the occasional sob rack through his body and it crippled me with pain every time.

NOVEMBER 11th 1918

Two weeks later, Edward had fallen ill and his mother had passed away. I visited Edward every day in the hospital, trying not to let my own pain destroy me. My heart broke every time I saw him; he looked weaker every single day. Today, he was asleep when I arrived.

"Edward? It's me, I love you" I whispered, I didn't want to wake him, he needed rest, but I couldn't not tell him that I love him. He shifted a little in his sleep his lips parting slightly; he was still stunningly beautiful, even at this stage of such a powerful illness.

"Bella" He sighed, almost inaudibly, I thought for a moment that he had woken but I then realised that he was still fast asleep. He was dreaming about me? I took his hand and squeezed trying to tell him that I was there, that I wouldn't leave him.

"He really loves you." Another, smooth voice spoke suddenly from my left. I turned my head towards the sound and met the strangely golden eyes of Doctor Cullen. He was half smiling but his eyes were filled with a deep sadness, the reason for which, I did not wish to think about.

"I know" I sighed smiling slightly.

"He tells me about you all the time, every day when I speak with him. He tells me about how beautiful you are and how he doesn't want to leave you. That he can't leave you. He says that he needs to survive this so that you can have your future together." He was almost whispering, my eyes filled with tears in response to his words, a couple escaping and rolling down my cheeks. I said nothing, but I'm sure the question was clear in my eyes. 'Will he survive this?'

"I'm afraid the illness is too severe, Edward will not recover, and he will follow his parents." Dr Cullen told me slowly and softly, his eyes shining with pity and sorrow, but I saw a slight flicker of something else, a slight furrow in his brow that told me that he wasn't telling me something. His words broke me.

"NO! No, no no, please! You have to save him! I know that you can, you're different, and you can save him! Please!" Sobs took over and I could no longer speak, I fell forward, my head dropping onto Edward's chest, my tears soaking the sheets but I couldn't bring myself to care, my Edward could not die, if he died then I would have to follow him, I could not live in a world where he didn't exist. Carlisle pulled me up gently by my arm and I noticed with my short sleeves that his skin was ice cold but it didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore. I suddenly felt his lips by my ear.

"Do you really want me to save him? No matter what the consequences might be?" He whispered his voice low and his words fast. I nodded weakly.

"You can?" I choked out. He nodded once in reply.

"It will hurt him though, and he will be different afterwards. You've noticed strange things about me, well Edward will…acquire those strange things but he will still be Edward. This is the only way, you must be positive that this is the right decision."

"Yes! Yes, please, save him, I can't live when he does not."

"Then I will."

"Do you swear it?"

"Yes, Isabella, I swear to you that I will save your Edward. You must leave now before I can save him, you may not see him for quite some time, if ever, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, please just don't let him die." He squeezed my hand tightly and nodded to me, I gave my dear, sweet, beautiful Edward one last lingering look. "Forgive me, I love you. Goodbye, my love." I whispered to him before leaving the room.

I staggered out of the hospital suddenly overcome with dizziness, I thought I heard a gut wrenching scream of pain somewhere far away, and that was when I collapsed.

(A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you liked this chapter, it's a little bit different to the others but I needed to move the plot forward some more. Another cliffy for you haha! Please don't hate me or panic, I promise everything will work out eventually. Please, favourite, follow and leave reviews, I love to read them and see what you think.

Jo x)