Chapter 14
Something Bad
Bella POV
I sat on the edge of Edward's bed, playing with his mess that he calls hair. I ran my fingers through it and tugged on it, waiting for him to wake up. It's been a few days since we found out Edward got sick. I feel so guilty. He just seems tired and worried. Not for himself, for me. He says if I stress anymore, I'll go bald. Edward says I'm too concerned for him. I sort of agree with him.
As soon as he wakes up, I ask if he'd like anything. And if he says his throat is a little dry, I bring water, juice, hot tea, everything I can. He stirred and I quickly pulled my hand back. He opened his eyes and shut them from the light, before adjusting to it. His eyes met mine instantly and he gave me his crooked smile. "Bella, my head hurts. I have to pee. I don't want to get a head rush. I want to shower. I'm hungry, thirsty, tired, and I think I have to throw up." I shot up and quickly thought of any way I could help. We stared blankly at each other, before I started frantically moving around the room. I got him bottles of juice, tea, and water. Then, I got him a towel, and a change of clothes. I got a bucket in case he was going to vomit, and then I reached to grab him a thermos of hot soup.
I heard him laughing, and the sound startled me because it was pretty loud. I instantly dropped everything and squealed when I tried to catch everything, making me fall on my butt. A towel was covering my face and I was sitting straight up, so I pulled it down and looked at him curiously. He was still laughing and he calmed down to say, "I was just kidding." I stared at him and glared. In return, he gave me a pout that said 'You can't be mad at me.' I fought back a smile and got up, brushing nonexistent dirt off of my sleeves. "Jerk." I muttered and he laughed again.
I smiled again at the sound and sat beside him, "I see you're feeling better." He nodded and I kissed his forehead. "Would you like anything?" He shook his head, and cleared his throat. He ended up having a fit of coughs and I frowned. I didn't want to embarrass him, so I just stayed put and when he looked at me with pleading eyes, I forced a smile and gave him a water bottle. He took several long gulps and I rubbed his arm, affectionately. After he finished drinking he said, "Thanks. Just, out of curiosity, how does my mother feel about you taking care of me all the time?" I shrugged, smiling, "She hasn't said anything. She's is the sweetest. She lets me sleep in the guest room and always tries to get me out of this room." He blinked, "You don't leave?" I blushed and shook my head, finding his comforter very interesting to look at it.
"I'm going to get you sick." I shook my head, "I got you sick." I winced and gave him an apologetic look. He sighed and motioned for me to come closer. I did so without protest and he cupped my face in his hands. I sighed and leaned into his touch, touching his arm. "It's okay. It is kind of dumb of me to not get my flu shot, especially when my father's a doctor." He smiled at me and I gave a small smile back. A piece of his hair fell across his forehead and he went cross eyed to look at it, trying to lighten the mood. I smiled and brushed it away, earning a wide smile from him. I gave him some soup and he fell asleep after that. He sleeps a lot. I don't mind. This way, he spends more time unconscious then in pain. Well not pain, more like sickness. Ha-ha I'm funny. Okay… you're starting to talk to yourself. A little creepy. I rolled my eyes and started cleaning Edward's room a little. I picked up some stray clothes and opened a window, so he could get some air. I don't want him burning up. He started sweating again, and I felt so bad to take away the blanket he was clutching so tightly.
I frowned again as he coughed and shivered. I hated this. Why couldn't I have gotten sick? Why not me? I'd rather be sick then to watch him feel so weak and cold. I sat in a nearby chair and ate the sandwich that Esme had brought me 20 minutes ago. He was smiling in his sleep and he looked so calm and happy, I smiled back. I sat there, and leaned back, closing my eyes. I heard his breathing get heavier, and I stared at him. He started moving and pretty soon he was thrashing about, so I went to his side and whispered sweet nothings in his ear to calm him down. A few minutes later, he stopped moving and his breathing evened out. I don't leave his room because the one time I did leave, he had a nightmare.
I was the only one here and I was downstairs, making some soup for him. I got this really eerie feeling and I kept looking behind my shoulder, up the stairs. It was really quiet and I got nervous, so I leaned against the counter, watching all entrances to the kitchen. The paranoia came back and my heart started hammering against my chest. I turned the fire off and stared at the stairs again. My heart beat got louder and louder and my hands started to sweat. I never freak out unless something bad happens. Something didn't feel right so I ran up the stairs and carefully opened the door to Edward's bedroom. He was thrashing about and sweating. He was panting and I tried to calm him down. I smoothed out his hair and wiped his sweat away with a cold towel. His breathing calmed down and I breathed a sigh of relief. He mumbled, "Charlotte. So sorry." I stared at him, a little panicked. I wonder if that's what it looks like when I have nightmares. I kissed his forehead and turned to go back down to the kitchen. "Bella." I looked back to him and smiled when I noticed he was still asleep.
I went back to my chair and sat. I had school in the morning, so I'd better get home. I fell asleep before I could get my stuff together.
Something hit me in the face and I woke up. I blinked and shrugged, closing my eyes again. Something hit me in the head and then in the face. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, 3:00 in the morning. I rubbed my eyes and as soon as I dropped my hands, something else hit me in the face. "Whattheheck!" I said it as one word, annoyed. I squinted, adjusting to the darkness and something else hit me in the face. I focused and seen Edward smiling and preparing to throw another paper ball at me. He threw it and I smacked it away. "What?" He shrugged, "I'm bored." I yawned and walked over to his bed. I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my tank top. I pushed him to the other side of the bed and I took off my jeans before sliding in next to him. I snuggled into his chest and yawned again. He let me get comfortable and hesitantly put an arm around me. "I'm all sweaty." I closed my eyes and relaxed into his arms, "You still smell good." I was mumbling and I'm sure my words came out like mush, but I was too comfortable to care.
"I'm sooooooooooo bored!" I opened my eyes and glared at him, "Shut up." "But, I'm bored." I slapped my hand on his face and smiled when I noticed he wasn't hot anymore. "Oww." He mumbled around the finger that had slipped into his mouth. "I'm taking your temperature. You're not hot." He gasped like the drama queen he is, "I thought you like me without a shirt." I smiled, "I meant temperature wise." I got up, "Does your head hurt?" He shook his head smiling. "Your voice doesn't sound hoarse anymore either." He smiled, "Okay." I noticed he was trying not to look down at my half nakedness. I shrugged and got comfortable again. It's too late to go home now.
I was dead the next day at school. My eyes were drooping in first period, threatening to close and Mr. Mason asked me to stay after class. He asked where Edward was and that woke me up. "Edward doesn't have you for a class." He shook his head, "But, I do know he isn't here today." I narrowed my eyes at him, "So, are you guys together?" I blinked and checked the time, "I have to get to class, Mr. Mason." He shook his head and grabbed my arm, making adrenaline spike through my veins. "I can write you a note." I tore my arm away, "That won't be necessary." He took a step forward and I took two steps back, "It could be." Something wasn't right about this guy. I shook my head and hurried to class. At lunch I sat in between Emmett and Jasper, a little shaken. My head snapped up randomly and I found Mr. Mason smiling at me. I shivered and Emmett put an arm around me, "You okay?" I nodded and looked down. I got back to the Cullen house and Edward wasn't in his room. "Edward?" I heard the shower on and noticed the IV was gone and Edward's bed was made. I went downstairs and Esme told me Edward was going to school tomorrow and I smiled widely.
I went home a little after that and Edward decided he didn't want to get his pathogens all over my room so he stayed home. Dork. After a few hours, I fell into a deep sleep.
I was running in the woods. I was panting and tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't stop, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop sobbing. The tears were blurring my vision and I broke into a clearing. The scene changed and I was watching a girl run. She was screaming and looking for someone. I stared and I noticed she was Angela. She was screaming for me and running. I ran after her and screamed back. She stopped and I ran faster, but she didn't notice me. She looked around herself and was panting loudly. She kept looking around and she started crying harder. Her whole body shook with her sobs and I heard a twig snap just as I reached her. She turned to that sound and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to keep quiet. I grabbed her hand, but it went right through her. I tried again, but nothing happened. She screamed and was tackled to the ground. I tried to help her, but all I could do was sit back and watch, hoping she got away. She clutched at the ground as she was pulled backwards by her ankles.
She screamed again and I let out a sob that I'd tried to hold in. Angela was pinned down and was screaming as loud as she could. My heart was breaking and I blinked back my tears so I could watch. Angela looked at me, "Please, Bella. I'm so sorry. Please, help me." I ran to her side and she just seemed to get further and further away from me. She was hit and blood ran down her face. She was hit and kicked some more and I ran faster, but I couldn't get to her. She was only a few inches away from me, but no matter how hard I tried, she was too far. I saw her about to pass out and I sobbed harder. The scene changed again, and I was running. Something pulled me back and I screamed. I tore at the ground just as Angela had. My nails dug into the dirt as someone dragged me by my ankles. I screamed as I was pulled away and I saw Edward running towards me. I screamed again and kicked, trying to tear away so I could get to Edward. I got free and sprinted to Edward. I reached my hand out and our hands were a few centimeters apart before I was tripped. I landed on the floor and tried to grab Edward. He dove and threw his hands out. He grabbed my hands and pulled, but he lost his grip on me and I was violently pulled away into complete darkness.
I flew into a sitting position and breathed heavily. My heart was thumping against my chest and I couldn't catch my breath. Tears slipped down my cheeks quickly and I got paranoid again. I looked around my room and saw something move by my window. I shrank back in fear and fell on the floor with a thud. I frantically scooted back until I hit the wall and I brought my knees up to my chest. I hugged them tightly and held in my sobs, tears pouring down my face. I started shaking back and forth, trying to calm down. This has only happened once before. And that was when I was 11, right before Angela went missing. I hugged my knees tighter and shook more when I heard tires screeching down the street. Something bad is going to happen. "God, please don't let anything happen to Edward. Please, please, please." I mumbled into my knees and cried myself to sleep.
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sorry i know i keep making it poor Bella. but, in my defense, i kind of have to/: