The party is perfect, and Jared is thrilled by the end of the day. I volunteer to stay and help clean up, but Esme won't hear of it. She doesn't say it, but I know it's because of how tired I look, and I'm not entirely mad to be turned away. I am exhausted.

Part of me almost tells Edward no to staying the night, but he won't mind if I fall asleep on him. Which is likely, I think as I yawn while sitting in the passenger seat of his truck.

"How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Fine," I lie.

Not only am I tired, but I know my O2 sats are low and my heart is beating a tad fast. I really just need sleep, so there's no reason to turn on his doctor mode.

"Well, I can tell you're tired."

I smile at him, shrugging. "Yeah, a little. I didn't sleep well last night, and then got up early to finish the cupcakes. I'm okay; really."

He nods. "Okay, beautiful girl. We'll relax in bed so you can be comfortable."

"Thanks, handsome."

We go straight up to the loft when we get to the cabin. I put my oxygen on and almost gulp the fresh air, but it doesn't help like it usually does. I'm still a little out of breath even as I'm lying against Edward's chest while he reads a book.

I think something's really wrong, but I try to close my eyes and hope rest will help. Only a little while later, Edward wakes me up.

"Bella? Your lips are blue."

I blink slowly, finding my vision blurred a little as he moves and presses a hand to my cheek, calling my name again.

"Beautiful, talk to me," he begs.

"Breathing … hard," I say, finding myself gasping for air.

He moves me onto my back but tucks pillows behind me so I'm not flat before he rushes off the bed. He grabs his bag off the floor and pulls out his phone, dialing three digits before putting it to his ear.

"I need an ambulance," he says and gives his address before hanging up the phone and grabbing his stethoscope from his bag and listening to my chest.

"It's … bad, isn't it?" I ask as he pulls back.

"Have you felt any pacing?" he asks, and I shrug. It's hard to tell sometimes. "The oxygen isn't helping, which can only mean your heart isn't pumping enough oxygenated blood. I'm worried, Bella."

I don't like when he calls me by my name. He looks scared, and I hate making him look that way. I know something is seriously wrong even without his words, but there's something about seeing his worry in real time that leaves me terrified.

He helps me downstairs to the couch while we wait for the ambulance, which seems to take forever, and he keeps cursing as the minutes tick by. I can barely keep my eyes open, but he keeps me awake and tells me to look at him.

"You're going to be okay," he says, cupping my cheek in his hand as the wail of sirens start, drawing closer quickly.

He runs out to get them, and the crew quickly fills his cabin, rushing to get me loaded onto the stretcher as he orders medication. It's a blur of activity, and I find myself shaking as they work.

This is really bad.

Please help me, God.

Thanks to May, Nole, Fran, Brier, and Meg for prereading and Sally for Beta'ing.