Ok people, here is the next chapter. Unlike the last one, something very important happens in this chapter. Many people have reviewed to me about what would happen if something like this came up, I told them to be patient, patience has finally been rewarded.

Also, there will be the mention of one very important character here, see if you can spot him!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

This story is finally going to come to an end, it has been a long time with this. But don't worry. After this, well, you'll see.

James's reaction had shocked me, and unsettled me. He just needed time to calm down, I knew that, but I still had an ominous feeling that something could go very, very wrong. I pushed the feeling away though, and silently walked the Chicago streets towards my home, alone for the first time in a long time. I was lonely, James had gone to stampede off alone, Bella was probably waiting for Stasya. I didn't like being lonely, I had never realized it before. But now, I had friends, or at least, I think I did with James. It's amazing, I had lived my life in so much solitude, thinking that I wasn't interested in company, but now that I found people who I counted as friends, and in Bella's case much more. I missed them now, and for that I was miserable.

I let myself into my house, silently closing the door behind me. I could hear Mother gossiping with Mrs. Snow, and I heard the scratch of Father's pen against some document. Because of some motherly instinct, my mother sensed me the second I came in and greeted me from the kitchen, loudly. "Edward!"

But then Mrs. Snow started coughing, she couldn't seem to stop. I heard my mother go to her and then she yelled my name again, and my mother never yells, something had to be wrong.

I was consumed with urgent need for my family, something was wrong. I ran into the kitchen where my mother was supporting Mrs. Snow. The normally rosy tint of being near the ovens all day was gone from the cook's face, indeed, her face had an almost bluish cast. The usual grandmotherly look in her eyes was gone, replaced with something that terrified me for the third time that day. But the thing that stopped me in my tracks was the fact that she was coughing up blood, there were the spots of red over her white apron. I was horrified. Mrs. Snow, the kind servant who had been my friend since infancy was very sick, and my strange sense knew that this was somehow only the beginning.

I heard my father come up behind me, staring in shock at Mrs. Snow. My mother was still supporting her, but she was hurriedly talking to us, her green eyes sending us signs of urgency. "I didn't think it would be like this. I knew Mrs. Greene was saying that the flu season has been going on for a bit longer than usual, but I didn't think anything of it, no one here had gotten it." She was crying now, tears coming out of her once warm green eyes. My father went over to comfort her, putting his arms around her, pulling her slightly away from our cook. "My dear, you couldn't have known, but we need to get Mrs. Snow to a hospital, we don't want to catch it, and we don't want to spread it, alright?" He kissed her temple, calming her slightly. "She'll be under the best of care. I hear that there is a doctor named Dr. Cullen who is apparently an amazing physician, she'll be fine." His words spread waves of comfort through me, as only a father's could, but I could also feel that he was lying, he knew that there was a chance that Mrs. Snow might not get better, we had never seen a case of influenza quite like this before. There were rumors of course, of people dying from this new flu, but it was in the poorer part of the city, and death wasn't uncommon, but it looked as if we should've paid more attention to those rumors.

I could only watch, stricken, as men from the hospital came to take Mrs. Snow away. My mother had us all take hot baths, where we were ordered to scrub ourselves thoroughly, so that we would avoid catching the now dangerous disease, but we both knew, we had spent so much time with Mrs. Snow that it was near impossible that the sickness didn't already lie dormant in us, but we could hope that it would not take us, that we could fight it without reaching the level that Mrs. Snow had so obviously come to.

After having scrubbed myself till I was red and raw, Mother inscribed in us the rules we were now to follow, so that maybe this could be avoided. "No one is to leave this house unless absolutely necessary, we do not want to spread anything that we might have caught, and likewise we do not wish to catch this again from someone from outside. We have enough food and such in the pantry for awhile." My mother had turned paranoid in her wish to keep us safe. I kept that thought to myself, however, as she continued, "If anyone is to sneeze or cough at all, I want to know of it immediately after you have washed your hands with hot water and soap. If you feel strange or dizzy at all, tell me, it could be an early form of the influenza." She gave us more instructions, saying again that we weren't to leave the house, that father could just take a vacation from his practice for a bit, and that I could use a break from school but that Mother would make sure that I would be learning something.

Once again I was numb. I would not be able to see Bella for a month, if my mother had her way, we would never get out of this house. She meant well, but separating me from Bella would cause my death. And what was worse, I had no idea how Bella thought of how I kissed her, and James would still be angry at me. Thank you Mother. This was the absolute perfect time to not be able to leave me home, good job.

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