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Summary: After Bella loses her memory in an accident, Edward must recount a journey with her that he has forgotten as well. Along the way they find the reasons they fell in love

Chapter 29

July 9, 2012

Monday morning found me on the toilet. I was dying. I was going to die. I was going to throw up my stomach and die of some weird unknown disease where people puke their internal organs.

Edward had left for a meeting earlier in the morning and my sickness hadn't found me until I woke two hours later.

I decided I was never leaving the toilet. Every time I had even attempted to get back into bed, my stomach churned and I dry heaved, my stomach convulsing into it was physically painful.

I had nothing left in me, but my body decided it was still going to try to purge my stomach.

I gasped for air, hanging on the toilet for dear life. I could feel cold sweet begin to form on my temple. I was running a fever.

"Bella?" That was Edward. I tried to answer, but I couldn't. I was too exhausted. "Bella!"

I groaned in response, but the effort forced my stomach to convulse again. Edward found me then.

"Bella! Are you okay?" he asked, running over and pushing my hair away from my face. I was glad there was nothing coming out of me. I didn't want Edward to see me that way, vows be damned.

"Sick," I whimpered when I could talk again. He lifted me easily and I curled into his body. He felt amazingly cool, but that could be because I was too warm. He laid me in bed and touched my forehead.

"You're running a fever. You're vomiting. Do you have any headaches?" he asked. I shook my head and closed my eyes.

"Sore throat?"

"No."

"Have you taken any medication?" he asked. I shook my head again.

He left the bedroom and I drifted off to sleep.

When he came back he made me take two aspirin and drink a glass of ginger-ale.

The first day was the worst. I slept. I only woke to take medication and drink the ginger-ale Edward gave me. Occasionally he would let me drink watered down Gatorade to keep my sugar up. It didn't matter, the juice didn't sit well and I would throw it up.

The second day was slightly better. I was able to eat soft foods without getting too sick. I still wasn't able to hold much down and my appetite was completely gone.

Edward took care of me the entire time. He cooked for me, patted me with a cool cloth when my fever was too high and made sure I was taking my medication.

If I hadn't already loved this man, I would have been pushed over the edge.

Just meant to be a snippet of their life. Soon Edward will start getting to grittier details.
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-T

ps. Sorry guys, fanfiction bugged out on me. Sorry for reposting 28 instead of giving this one.