A/N: In case some y'all didn't get it, that was a joke. Happy April Fools, haha, but anyways. That was a pretty awesome reaction. Majority thought it was funny, a few were just like "that's not even funny on a good day," and the rest were just scary. lol. I'm glad that y'all are passionate about this story. And just for the record, I made a promise that I would never drop a story. I hate when people do it to me, so I promise I'll never do it to y'all. There was one exception, but that was totally me being stupid and I regret it. I started this story knowing that it would be a challenge and it is. I have never written a story this hard before. And this story is hard. It's like writing about a penguin on acid.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

"My husband and I have never considered divorce... murder sometimes, but never divorce."
-Joyce Brothers

The Appointment

The waiting room was quiet, for the most part. There was a movie playing on the TVs above our heads and a kid, who wouldn't stop crawling all over the seats, kept asking his mother how much longer it would take. The mother would slap random parts of his body and scream at him to sit down. She threatened to spank him, several times, saying things like "you're embarrassing me" or "you're annoying the other patients." The truth is, she was embarrassing herself and she was the one that was annoying the other patients.

A man walked into the waiting room. He talked to the nurse, grabbed the clipboard and went to stand in the corner. I stared at him. He didn't lean against the wall nor did he sit down the whole time he was filling out the information sheet. When he was done, he went back to the nurse, gave her his clipboard and went to stand in the corner again. He still didn't lean against the wall.

I frowned. Then I realized I was staring so I looked at the movie instead. It was Ella Enchanted. I wanted them to play something epic. I wanted to see something that would give me an epiphany and make me realize that agreeing to go to an appointment that my husband had set up for me isn't a bad idea and would in fact help in the long run. I wanted them to play something that Nicholas Sparks would be proud of.

Edward squeezed my hand which made me look at him. He smiled at me. I smiled back. A magazine was opened in his lap. I didn't know the title. I didn't care enough to ask.

I rested my head on his shoulder. His thumb started to rub circles around my hand. He kissed the top of my head and whispered something along the lines of "nothing bad is going to happen" or something like that. I just liked knowing that someone was next to me this time.

The first time that I went into the hospital, the day that I was diagnosed, I had no one to hold my hand and no shoulder to cry on. I just had an empty doctor's office and a list of the stages of grief for comfort. The doctor had better things to do than to explain to me what was going to happen. He quickly gave me a card to another doctor and sent me on my way. I had to drive home, alone, with the fact that I had cancer hanging above my head.

Now I had a hand to hold onto, a shoulder to cry on, and a doctor that might actually care enough about me to tell me what I should expect. I was still terrified about what might happen or what he might say, but at least I wasn't alone.

The door to the hallway to the examining rooms opened. A nurse stepped out. Everyone tensed and looked at her. She looked at her clipboard and then back at us. "Alexander Feinberg," she called.

Everyone looked around, anxious to see which one of us was the next constant, no one got out their seats. Well no one except Edward.

He let go of my hand and pushed himself out of his chair. He walked over to where an elderly man was snoring softly. He squatted in front of him, shook him lightly, and whispered something. The man jumped up and looked around the room either confused as to where he was or angry and wanting why someone would wake him up from his nap.

"Sorry to wake you, Mr. Feinberg," Edward apologized loudly.

The man focused his attention on Edward. His eyes narrowed. "Dr. Cullen?" he asked.

"The doctor is ready to see you." Edward pointed to where the nurse was standing. She smiled and waved her hand awkwardly.

"Dr. Cullen?" Mr. Feinberg asked again, this time louder. He had a very thick German accent.

Edward nodded.

"I'm not here to see you, Dr. Cullen. I'm here to see the Dr. Crowley. I have an appointment with him." He looked at the nurse and then at Edward.

"I know this, Mr. Feinberg, and Dr. Crowley is ready to see you now." Edward got to his feet and handed him the cane that was resting on the seat next to him.

Mr. Feinberg looked at the cane before grabbing it and trying to pull himself out of the seat, but every attempt turned out to be futile. He kept on falling back into his chair.

Edward wrapped his hands under his armpit and helped him pull himself to his feet. He made sure to set the cane so that when Mr. Feinberg was to his feet he could lean on it for support. It took two attempts before Mr. Feinberg was on his feet again. He thanked Edward and worked his way to where the nurse was standing.

"That's your patient?" I asked when Edward sat down next to me again.

"Well, sort of. He was in the ICU a few weeks ago and I was his doctor. He's a very interesting man. He's a holocaust survivor."

My eyes widened and my jaw drop. "Really?" I asked.

Edward nodded. "He used to tell me stories about the concentration camps. He said that he wanted to write a book, but he had no talent for writing so he just goes to Holocaust museums and assemblies."

"Wow," I breathed.

"You meet a lot of interesting people when you work at a hospital." Edward wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pushed me to his chest.

"Like Emmett and the unicorn?" I joked.

He smiled. "Only Emmett can meet someone that thinks they're a unicorn."

I laughed.

"Excuse me," the patient that refused to take a seat called out as he stood in front of us. "You're a doctor, right?" he asked Edward.

"I'm off the clock," Edward said.

"I know you are, but I really need you to look at something, it will only take a few minutes." The man laced his fingers and held them in front of his chest. I was sure that if it came to it he would fall to his knees and beg. Or maybe even sit down.

Edward sighed and removed his hand from my shoulder. "Let me see it," he ordered.

The man hesitated. "Here?" he pointed to the floor of the waiting room.

Edward frowned. "This is something that we need to go to the bathroom for, isn't it?" he asked.

The man nodded. Edward sighed as he got out of his seat. He turned towards me. "I'll be right back," he promised. He gave me a kiss on the cheek before he followed the man outside of the waiting room and into the bathroom.

Something told me that I didn't want to know what Edward was going to have to look at in the bathroom. Ignorance is bliss.

Edward walked in a few minutes later. He had his eyes closed and was gripping the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. I frowned at him as he took a seat next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pushed me closer to him. I waited for him to tell me what that was all about.

"Like I said before, you meet a lot of interesting people when you work at hospital." He shook his head again.

"Where is he?" I asked. I looked back at the door. He hadn't walked in.

"I sent him to the emergency room. He needs to get something removed."

I furrowed my eyebrows. I thought about asking him what happened, but I figured that if Edward wanted me to know, he would tell me. And it wouldn't be fair to the patient, obviously if he wanted me to know.

The door opened. Edward and my head shot towards it. A nurse walked out. She looked at her clipboard and then at us. "Isabella Cullen?" she asked.

I got out of my seat and walked to her. Edward followed after me. "Hey Lauren," he smiled at her.

"Hi Dr. Cullen," she smiled back. "So you're Mrs. Cullen?" she asked me. She looked at her clipboard and then Edward. "Edward, I didn't know you were married. I wish you've would've told me, I would've bought you two a wedding present."

"It's okay," I smiled awkwardly at her. "We didn't want a big wedding anyways."

Edward let out a snort. I elbowed him in the stomach. It hurt me more than it hurt him.

"Okay Bella, we're going to get your height and weight. If you would step on the scale for me." The nurse motioned to the scale against the wall. I stepped on it as I rubbed my elbow. Edward hovered over her shoulder as she took my weight. I suddenly felt self conscious. He made a face and let out a loud "hmm" when she said the final weight was 110 pounds.

I got off the scale and followed her down the hallway into examining room number six. I took a seat on the sheet of white paper. Edward stood next to me.

"Do you smoke?" she asked.

I shook my head.

She grabbed the blood pressure cup from the wall and wrapped it around my arm. She held the black ball in her head. She started to squish the ball. "What about drugs?" she asked. The cuff tightened around my arm.

I shook my head. Even I did drugs I doubt I would've admitted it.

"Your blood pressure is low," she mumbled to herself. She wrote something down on my manila folder as the air was released out of the cuff. She took it off of my arm and hanged it back on the wall. She grabbed a thermometer from the counter and stuffed it into my mouth.

"How low is it?" Edward asked. He grabbed my folder and read over it. "That is low," he said.

The thermometer beeped and the nurse removed it from my mouth. "Her temperature is normal though," she smiled as she showed it to Edward. The nurse wrote something in the manila folder. "Are you allergic to any medication?" she asked.

"Not that I know of." The nurse wrote that down. She opened her mouth to say something but the door opened. Carlisle stepped in. He smiled at me and then nodded at Edward. The nurse looked at him. "Dr. Cullen?" she gasped.

"Thanks Nurse Mallory," Carlisle smiled at her. "But I think I got it from here."

She bit her lip. "Okay," she smiled at him as she worked her way to the door. She looked at me and then at Edward before she walked out of the room, making sure to close the door behind her. My heart jumped to my throat and I suddenly felt two feet tall. The doctor was in.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," Carlisle apologized. "But one of my patients' appointments took longer than I had anticipated."

"It's okay," I smiled at him. Edward grabbed my hand. I squeezed it will all of my strength. I was so anxious.

"How are you feeling today, Bella?" Carlisle asked.

I shrugged. "It's not the worst day of my life."

He nodded. "I'm sure Edward told you why you're here. We're just going to run some simple tests to see where you're are."

"Okay," I nodded.

"Have you been feeling weak or tired?" he asked.

I nodded. "Some days more than others," I admitted.

He wrote that down. "Have you been having night sweats or fevers?"

"Um," I hesitated, "sometimes. It's not continuous."

Carlisle nodded. "How about bruising? Do you bruise easily or do you bleed easily?"

I nodded. "I'm not allowed to use the ice picker at work because last time that I used it I accidently cut myself and it wouldn't stop bleeding." I laughed nervously. No one joined in so I stopped and stared at my hands.

"Do you have any pains in joints or bones? What about headaches?" Carlisle asked after he finished writing something in the manila folder.

"I get a lot of headaches at work," I admitted. "And I guess I have joint pain. It's not something that I really focus all of my attention on. I just have bad days and I have good days."

Carlisle nodded. "I understand. I'm not expecting you to say yes to everything." He smiled at me after he put his pen down. "Do you mind lying down?"

I let go of Edward's hand and lied across the examining table. Edward grabbed my hand once I was lying down. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled and then looked at Carlisle.

Carlisle pressed on my stomach. I flinched when he pressed to hard on tender areas. I didn't look at his face. You can usually tell when something is wrong when you look at a doctor's face. I also didn't look at Edward's because he was going to have the same reaction that Carlisle had, only more obvious. So I stared at the ceiling. I wondered why they didn't put wall paper on ceilings…

Carlisle grabbed under my arm pits and felt around my neck.

"Gah!" I screamed. "You're hands are cold."

"Sorry, it's one of the requirements of being a doctor," he chuckled as he continued to rub my neck.

"Emmett had to put his hands in the freezer so he could get his medical degree," Edward smiled.

I let out a giggle. "That was so lame." I laughed at how corny it was.

"I thought it was a little funny," Edward's smile didn't falter. "Besides, it's true. He really did put his hands in the freezer before he got his medical degree."

"Why did he do that?" Carlisle asked. He removed his hands from my neck. He held out his hand for me. I grabbed it and he helped me sit up.

Edward shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I think it was a dare…"

Carlisle let out a chuckle as he wrote some notes in his manila folder. "Emmett is definitely one of a kind," he smiled.

"So what's the prognoses, doc?" I asked.

"You're abdomen is a little swollen which isn't a good sign. I'm going to draw some blood and hopefully the results won't be too bad," he said. My face dropped. "Don't worry, Bella.," Carlisle added quickly. "You're going to be fine. We'll get rid of this."

I bit my lip. "What if we don't?" I asked.

"What if we do?" Carlisle shot back. He had a warming smile. "This isn't a Nicholas Sparks novel, Bella. I promise that you will have a happy ending."

"I hate his novels," Edward said next to me.

I looked up at him. "You've read a novel from him?" I asked. I didn't make an effort to hide the shock.

"No, but I saw that movie based off of it." He shook his head. "I didn't like it."

"That's my favorite movie!" I yelled at him. "I love Mandy Moore in it!"

"That is your favorite movie?" Edward asked. It was obvious he couldn't believe it. "Of all the movies out there, that is your favorite?"

I nodded.

He opened his mouth to say something but then stopped himself. He shook his head and let out a dark laugh as he mumbled something under his breath. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I think he said "weird" at the end of it.

"The nurse will be in here shortly to draw your blood, Bella," Carlisle said as he gathered his stuff.

I mumbled "thanks" and let out a long breath when the door closed behind him. I brought my legs onto the examining table and banged my head against the wall. Edward let go of my hand and walked in front of me.

I smiled at him. "That wasn't horrible," I admitted. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulder and it wasn't even to the worst part yet.

He smiled back. "See?" he asked. "It wasn't so bad. I'm glad that you did this for me, Bella."

I shrugged. "It was either this or die…"

Edward's smile faltered. "Are you going to tell anyone?" he asked. He grabbed both of my hands and laced our fingers together.

I shrugged. "I should probably tell Alice...and I guess Emmett might want to know…I don't know," I sighed. "Can't we just keep this a secret between Carlisle, me, and you?" I asked.

Edward shook his head. "They have a right to know."

"They don't tell me all of their medical secrets," I said. "Why should I tell them mine?"

"Cancer is a lot different than a cold, Bella," Edward said. "Besides, Alice would kill me if she had a vision about something dealing with you and the hospital and she knew that we knew that you knew you had cancer and she didn't know."

I raised an eyebrow as I tried to figure out what he had just said. I finally just sighed. "I almost forgot about Alice's visions…" I grimaced. "Can we tell them after we get back the test results? I want to at least know what's going on before I scare everyone."

Edward nodded. "That seems fair."

"I hate needles," I said. "I wish there was a way to get blood out of a person's body without poking them with a needle." I could feel my head get light and I was already sick to my stomach. "How about if we just punch me in the nose?" I asked. "I'm sure there will be enough blood."

Edward let out a sharp laugh. "We're not going to punch you in the nose Bella."

He jumped onto the examining table and sat next to me. We both leaned up against the wall. I rested my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. I was tired of him kissing my head, cheek, forehead. If he was going to kiss me, I wanted him to actually kiss me. Besides, the thought of making out with a doctor in the examining room was exciting.

I grabbed onto Edward's cheek and pressed my lips onto his. He turned his head to the side and grabbed my cheek with his hand. I closed my eyes and opened my lips. He licked my bottom lip and brushed his tongue against my teeth. I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss.

"Why are you so excited?" Edward asked when he pulled away.

"I don't know," I admitted. "It's just something about being in an examining room with a doctor that I'm married to. It's kind of exciting. Besides, I'm happy that I got this over with."

I kissed him again. This time it wasn't as deep. I tried to deepen it by licking his bottom lip and biting his top one, but Edward just pulled away and let out a small chuckle.

"We'll finish this when we get home," Edward promised as he hopped off the examining table.

The door to the room opened. The nurse wheeled in a table filled with tubes, syringe, and a needle. I looked at the needle wrapped in the wrapper. It was huge. The room was spinning, my head was light, and the last thing I remember is my eyes rolling into the back of my head and Edward screaming "Bella!"

End Chapter.

A/N: I hate needles. I hate needles. I hate needles. It's actually really funny that I hate needles because I have tattoos and piercings, along with a bunch other reasons why I shouldn't hate needles. But I do. I hate needles. I had to get a tetanus shot the other day because I was an idiot and shaved with a rusty razor and it got infected and so when I got there, I literally passed out when I saw the needle. I do it every time I go to the doctor and have to get blood drawn or get a shot. I can't help it. I don't like needles.

I know this isn't like the longest chapter ever, but I did a lot of work on it. I have like ten drafts. They all suck. So just be glad you got something half decent. I don't know. This was just a hard chapter to write. It's not the research it's the applying the research to the story. That was hard.

Hopefully it didn't suck too much and because my one year fanfiction anniversary is coming up (April 3 is the date I signed up and April 5 is the day I posted my first story), you should totally leave a kick butt review that will make me smile. :)

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