Hey everyone. Sorry this took so long to get up. I've been really lazy these past few days... now, I've been really REALLY disappointed with this chapter. I would still love it if you reviewed it... but remember, this chapter may not be my best.

Kim-Macafee

Chapter 13

Bella's POV:

Playing nurse was quite boring. But I liked being near Edward. His bed wasn't very large, but I didn't care. I crawled in next to him and positioned Edward's arm around me. Even after almost drowning, Edward smelled amazing.

I really need to change, I thought. But if Edward woke up, I wanted to be here.

Someone knocked on the door. I walked over and opened it. It was Alice. She was in a nice black, silk shirt and jeans. She handed me a pair of clothes.

"Knowing you—you'll need these because you won't leave the room," she said. I smiled.

"Thanks. And you're right. If he woke up, I want to be the first thing he sees," I responded. "I'm sorry I can't come to your dinner tonight."

"It's fine. In fact, I'm glad you are up here. My brother needs someone in his life. And I'm delighted that he has someone now," she smiled. We hugged each other. "Now go change. You're soaking wet and I know you must be getting cold." I nodded. "I'll bring some dinner up for you." Then, Alice left.

I changed clothes in Edward's bathroom. I noticed a bottle of shampoo on the side of his shower. I smelled it. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! It smells like him! I laid the bottle of shampoo back where I found it and left back to the bedroom.

Edward's eyes were open! And he was stretching! "Hi, beautiful," he greeted. Well, of course, EDWARD would act as if nothing just happened because he's amazing. I knew when I started to see him raise his head off the pillow that he would begin to realize that he almost just got killed. And I was right.

"Oooooogh," he groaned in pain. I ran over to his side.

"Are you okay?" I wondered with concern. He nodded and put his head back onto the pillow.

"Come here," he said and pulled me over on top of him without sitting up. His skin felt great. I laid down on top of his chest.

Alice had put me in another pair of pajamas that were as little as my favorites. The only difference here was that there were pigs on the shorts and tank instead of lightning bolts.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again," I said with my face buried in his chest. He was still in his pajamas from the movie fest. He smiled and rubbed my back. It felt so good.

"I had a dream about you while I was out," he began. I could hear his heartbeat. I looked at him with interest. He smiled. "We were walking, hand in hand, on the beach. It was so sunny and warm." I smiled as well. It sounded like such a lovely dream… I want his dream to come true someday.

"How are you feeling?" I changed the subject.

"Well, my head hurts really badly. And I'm confused. Could you tell me exactly what happened?" Edward asked.

"You slipped on water that had been next to the pool. When you fell in, you somehow hit your head and went under. I jumped in and got you on top of the water. Emmett helped me get you out of the water. That's basically all that happened." I told.

We both were silent for a few minutes. I don't know about him, but I was just happy to have him here with me.

"You need to change out of these pants. They're wet from when you pushed me in the pool and when you fell in the pool," I said. "I'm not changing your pants for you. See if you can stand up." I got up from off top of him and sat beside him on the bed.

He nodded and sat up slowly. I looked at him. He looked as if he was about to get ill. He laid back down with a hurt look.

"I can't even sit up! I just felt so dizzy," he cried out. "I feel like a child, Bella!" Edward has always dazzled me. Even now when he was very upset.

I lightly rubbed his chest and shushed him. "Its okay, Edward. This isn't the end of the world. You'll be back and better than ever in a week or so."

"Bella… I have a question. Could I be alone until I get better? I'm not trying to sound mean or like I don't want you here, trust me; I don't ever want you to leave my side. But I am pathetic right now. I am embarrassed to have you see me this way," he said. I stood up and walked across the room.

"I can understand why you're thinking that… but I'm not leaving you alone. I'm not even sure why you suggested it. Edward, I hope this doesn't freak you out, but I'm planning on being with you the rest of my life. This is a part of you. Anyway, I've been assigned to be your nurse," I said more harshly than I intended. He looked shocked at my reaction.

"Fine. But as soon as I get better, I swear, I will try my best to never be this pathetic again." He knew I won.

"You can't help it, Edward. And heck, I kind of like you being somewhat pathetic. I want to be able to take care of you," I responded and smiled. He smirked back at me. "Now, you need to get out of those pants or you could catch a cold or whatever. I just know they can't be that comfortable."

"Yeah. I'm a little chilly."

I didn't want to call Emmett in here to help him and make sure he was okay because Edward would be completely embarrassed. But then, I didn't want to undress him! That could lead to something else, and I wasn't ready for THAT. Yet.

"Edward…. Okay…" I said nervously.

"Yes?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do. I know you need to change. But I don't think it's acceptable for me to undress you or be in the same room as you," I explained quietly.

To my surprise, he smiled. "It's fine. I think I'll be able to take my pants off lying down. I've done it before on a first day of school. Or on any morning I don't want to get up. However, maybe you should sit near the bathroom door and if I need anything, I'll call for you. Does that sound fine?" he compromised.

I nodded. "Will you need me to get your pants…and well… umm?"

"Underwear? Yes. I will need you to get those for me," he told me bluntly. This was going to be so awkward. I slowly walked to his large dresser. He sensed I was feeling uncomfortable and said "The boxers are in the third drawer from the top and the pajama pants are in the bottom drawer."

Oh….I've never really seen a man's boxers before. I mean, I wasn't old enough to do laundry before my dad died and I've never had a boyfriend before. I was trying hard to not stare at the boxers in this drawer…so I flipped through some of them. A few were silk. Some had cartoon characters on them. Oh my goodness, that's so hot. I decided to choose a pair that I would LOVE to see him in. It was just a pair of plain, silk, black boxers. I closed that drawer and opened the one below it. I quickly grabbed a pair and closed the door.

I handed him the boxers and started to head to the bathroom. "Goodness, Bella. You seemed to hang around in the boxer drawer longer than I expected," he said under his breath. I blushed and ran back into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I heard "It's fine to come out now."

He was lying on the bed again. His eyes were closed. He was in the pants I had laid out for him. The closer I got to him; I realized he was in a sweat. "You have no idea how hard that was for me."

I felt his forehead. It wasn't hot, like I expected it. He was in a cold sweat.

"Edward, are you okay?" I wondered.

"I am not feeling too well right now," he admitted.

"I'll be right back," I said. He kept his eyes closed.

I went downstairs to the kitchen. The family was around the dining table eating. They were all laughing and talking. Once they saw me, they became quiet and looked at me.

"Is everything alright?" Esme asked. Her face was white.

"There is nothing to worry about. When Edward sits up, he gets very dizzy and sick feeling," I began.

"That's nothing strange," Carlisle commented.

"Right. I had figured that staying in those wet pajamas couldn't be comfortable for him. I didn't think it would be okay for me to undress him out of those and wet boxers… so I made him do it himself. I didn't want to interrupt your dinner. He got out of the clothes and changed. But he's not feeling too well right now. In fact, he's in a cold sweat. I wanted to get a dry cloth or something. I also wondered if using a damp towel would be better," I explained.

"If he's in a cold sweat, I believe using just a dry washcloth will be fine," Carlisle assured.

Rosalie handed me a washcloth. "Thanks," I said and left the room.

When I returned to Edward's bedroom, I realized he was asleep. He was sweating. I pushed a lock of hair out of his eyes. He looked like an angel who had fallen from the heavens. Edward began to move around a lot in his sleep. He cried "Bella, Bella!" I realized he was having a nightmare.

I shook his shoulder lightly and called his name. "Edward, Edward, wake up, please," I pleaded.

His eyes flew open and looked around. He was panting. I looked at him. His face was whiter than usual. He quickly sat up and threw his arms around me. I knew his actions would catch up to him. I held him in my arms. He began to lean on me.

"You know, you shouldn't sit up. Let alone sit up really fast," I commented as I continued to hold him.

"And you, my dear, should never leave my side again," he responded from my neck.

"And why is that?"

"Because I want to know that you're always here. I just had a really bad dream. Just please never leave me," he begged.

"I'm not planning on it anytime, soon…" I assured him. He looked at me, while I still held him.

"I love you," he said. My chin dropped. That was not what I expected to hear. What should I say back? 'I love you too, stupid!' I thought. He looked at me and smiled.

"I don't know if you love me b…" he began.

I interrupted, "Of course, I love you! Of course! I was just really surprised. I'm sorry I didn't respond at first… but…. I haven't been told that I've been loved since I was really little. I'm not used to it."

"Get used to it then."

Before I could respond, Edward kissed me like the first time we kissed.