Bella PoV

I woke to the sound of Charlie knocking on my door. "Bells? You alright in there?" He always knocked, never came in unannounced. I appreciated this very much especially since my mother usually came in like a whirlwind, never caring if I was dressed or with someone. Not that this had ever been the case but nonetheless it was nice to have some privacy.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You can come in if you want," I called. My voice didn't sound as hoarse as it had yesterday, and it didn't hurt so much when I talked. My head still felt too heavy though and I was still sweating.

The doorknob turned and Charlie entered my room. "Hey there," he said happily as he sat on the edge of my bed. "How are you feeling today?"

"Better," I admitted. "Still a little sick but definitely better."

"You hungry? I made breakfast."

I hadn't eaten anything yesterday, so I was as hungry as a wolf today. I nodded. "Actually yes, I am hungry." Charlie grinned. "I'll get you a plate."

When he had left the room, I laid back on my back, arms outstretched. The left side of my bed felt unnaturally warm and when I turned my head, I saw that it was unmade. Charlie hadn't suspected anything, maybe he thought that I had tossed around in my sleep, but I knew better. Apart from the nightmares I was a pretty calm sleeper, keeping to my side of the bed. I tried to remember what happened. The memories were dim and clouded by the fever, but I thought I remembered Jake visiting me. I remember asking him to stay but he left. Did he come back? If yes, where was he? And why couldn't I remember any of that? I took the pillow and pressed it to my face, grateful for the warmth when my fingers touched something. It was a page torn from my notebook. Something was scribbled on it, but it took my fever-clouded mind a little time to decipher it.

Good morning, sunshine.

Hope you are feeling better today.

I had to leave but I'll be back before nightfall. In the meantime, don't leave your bed and do everything Charlie tells you!

Can't wait to see you again.

J.

A new kind of heat rose up in me as I re-read the note again and again. So, it had been Jake who had been here last night. It hadn't been my imagination. The thought of sleeping all night beside him, his arms wrapped around me, my hand on his bare chest was enough to make me blush. I heard Charlie's footsteps on the stairs and quickly hid the note under my own pillow.

My Dad came in, carrying a glass of orange juice and a plate with toast and scrambled eggs. My stomach growled loudly at the sight and smell of the food.

"I see someone's really looking forward to their food," Charlie grinned and put down the plate on my bed. "I'll head to work now but you can call me anytime, alright Bells? Try staying in bed and don't forget to drink. You've been sweating and losing water; you have to hydrate your body again."

I nodded like a good daughter. "Yes Dad."

After my father had left and I had finished the breakfast, I began to get bored. My temperature was only 99°F (about 37°C) and I felt strong enough to go around and at least take a shower. My body felt sticky and my pyjamas were in no better condition. I put them in the washer before I stepped inside the shower. I wanted to turn it up to full heat, but I resisted and let it go rather cold to lower my fever. I washed my hair with my favourite vanilla shampoo and sighed happily when the sweet scent filled the air. I stayed in the shower as long as I could before the warm water supply ran out. I wrapped in a towel and quickly brushed my hair and my teeth. After that, I almost felt human again.

Humming a song from a musical I once heard I made my way back to my room. The shower, even if it had been really, really good, had exhausted me more than I wanted to admit and I was looking forward to stretching out in my bed again and maybe sleep a little more.

I was so lost in daydreams that I didn't see him on my bed until it was too late.

"Hey Bells." The familiar voice made me look up, startled. Completely surprised I took one step back, stepping on the edge of the towel. The towel gave way and we both flew to the ground. I hit my head on the wooden floor and groaned. Instantly he was there, as he always was. His face was hovering over me, a look of concern on it. His dark eyes searched me while his hands touched my head to see if I had hurt myself. "I'm so sorry, Bella," he kept saying and saying.

As an answer I could only groan. The world spun around me, but I managed to keep awake. I tried to sit up, pushing his hands away as he tried to help me.

That's when I felt his movements stop and his face turning a bright red. He tried to say something but for once he seemed at a loss of words.

Frowning, I looked down at my body and blushed too. In my attempts to sit up I had completely forgotten about the towel. No longer wrapped firmly around me, it had given up and opened, still covering the main parts but revealing way too much of the other parts of my body.

My eyes grew wide and I tried standing up so I could pull the towel around me once more. But having a fever and hitting your head wasn't a very good combination, especially for someone as clumsy as me, because just when I thought I had managed it, my legs gave out again and I fell right back on the ground.