AN: I'm glad so many of you want Edward to feel better. It's no fun being sick. ):

This chapter is dedicated to augustine4 for a review that actually made me LOL. She said Edward was pregnant! Kudos for creativity!

Thank you to the wonderful Siob, who edited once again. Actually this was "edited by Siobitcharse xD."

Disclaimer: Stephenie wouldn't want sick Edward... right? Does that mean I can have him?

Chapter 4

BPOV

"Can we at least take the Volvo? I hate your truck. No offense," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"The truck is my baby. Just know that I'm only doing this because you're sick." I told him. I took the keys to the Volvo.

He smiled. "The truck is older than you are. It can't be your baby."

"Shut up. You're supposed to be sick, remember?"

I kept my arm around his waist until we got to the car. I could tell he was sore. He was shivering, and walked slowly.

It was weird to drive a car that could drive faster than 50mph.

"Is Miss I-hate-the-Volvo-because-its-not-my-fabulous-truck smiling because of the ride?"

"No. Why would I do such a thing?"

He smiled, leaning his head back on the seat and closing his eyes.

I clicked the CD on, and let Clair De Lune fill the car. I could tell my his deep breathing that he was asleep.

I called the office to make sure it wasn't too crowded and that I would be able to get him in to see his usual doctor, Dr. Stanley. Her name sounded familiar. If they weren't able to get him in, I'd have to take him to a walk-in. I would have to fill out paperwork and stuff, which didn't exactly sound like fun. I would do it in a heartbeat for him, but that didn't mean I had to like it. Luckily, Dr. Stanley was in today, and I could take him there.

I pulled into the parking lot, found a spot close and went to his side. "Come on, sleepy head. We're here."

I wrapped my arm around his waist again. I felt so bad for him. Frowning, I secretly wished that I could get sick too so that he didn't have to suffer alone.

We went into the clinic. I leaned against the counter as Edward signed himself in.

We went and sat in the area away from the well people. The clinic had two areas. One for people that were sick, and one for people here for regular check-ups.

Edward laid his head on my shoulder. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. I handed him an earphone and put the other in my ear. We listened to music while waiting for him to be called.

"Edward Masen?" a nurse called out after a few other people had been called.

We trailed behind her to the room, hand in hand.

"Are you Mrs. Masen?" the nurse asked me.

"The very one," Edward said. He gave me a look that said 'play along'. I nodded, blushing.

"So, Edward, what brings you here?"

"Her," he pointed to me.

I rolled my eyes. "He has flu symptoms. Fever, fatigue, cough."

She nodded, and took out the thermometer.

"Again? Ugh." He stuck the thing under his tongue.

"Have you ever had the chicken pox, Edward?" she asked, looking at his chart.

"Ummm," he said, not opening his mouth. He thought for a moment then shook his head.

The thermometer beeped, and she took it out. She wrote down the temperature.

"I'll go get the doctor. I'm thinking its the chicken pox. It's been going around lately."

"Great," he groaned.

She slipped out the door.

"Hey, look on the bright side. I've already had it!" I said.

I went over to him. "Come on, Edward. Chicken pox isn't that bad." I hugged him. "You worry too much."

Dr. Stanley came in the room after a few minutes.

"Nice to see you here again, Edward!" she said, flashing him a smile.

"Dr. Stanley, this is my wife, Bella," he introduced me.

She stopped smiling.

"Hey, Jess." I said, not exactly nicely. We had gone to high school together. I knew how she was.

"Bella, I wasn't aware you were married," Jessica said. I wanted to say "me either" but I held my tongue.

"You two know each other?" Edward asked. I nodded, leaving it at that.

"Well, Edward, it seems you have a good 'ol case of the chicken pox. There's nothing I can prescribe you besides bed rest and fluids. Do not scratch the spots. Wouldn't want you scarring that pretty face."

I glared at her. This was such a wasted trip. How did I not notice the spots starting to form on his arms?

"We'll be on our way then," he said.

I wrapped my arm around his waist again, not so much because he needed my support but more to get Bitchica off my man.

"Sorry to waste your time like that, Bella," he sighed.

"It's fine, Edward. Really. I'm just glad to know that I can still sleep in my room," I smirked.

The ride back was silent.

"Wait here," I told him. I got out and ran into the house.

They were still in the family room. "Hey guys. All of you have had chicken pox, right?"

They nodded. Okay, good to know. I didn't want them getting sick too.

"Edward has chicken pox?" Rosalie asked, laughing. I nodded.

"Say anything mean about it, and it'll be off with your head," I told her, glaring.

"Fine, fine," she smirked.

I ran back to the car.

"Finally. Sheesh what were you doing?"

"Oh, come on. I didn't take that long. I needed to make sure they'd had chicken pox."

"Oh."

"Come on." I took his hand and pulled him up. We walked back to the bedroom. "You heard the slut. Bed rest and fluid. And no itching!"

"Relax, Bella. I'm not even itchy yet. And did you just call her a slut?"

I bit my lip. I didn't think he'd catch that. I nodded slowly.

"Speaking of, why did you tell them I was your wife?"

"I'm sorry. Did you mind?" he looked unsure.

I sat on the bed. "Not one bit," I told him honestly. "Just curious as to why."

"Dr. Stanley doesn't seem to understand that I do not wish to date her. Every time I go in, she tells me to call "any time I have a problem." Last time I went I told her I was getting married."

I laughed. "Nice work, Mr. Masen."

"Thank you, Mrs. Masen."

He scratched his arm without realizing it. I slapped his hand. "Hey, am I going to have to do what my mother did to me?"

His eyes got wide. "What did your mother do?"

"She put oven mitts on my hands."

He chuckled. "No, I don't think I'll need that."

EPOV

Bella was amazing. Even before we knew what I had, she came in to help me out. She was too sweet. I was worried I would have gotten her sick. I have to admit, when she told me that she already had chicken pox, I was relieved. I hated that she was doing all this for me, but I didn't complain. I was too tired, really. I was asleep most of the time. She refilled my glass periodically, and put anti-itch cream on me. I would wake up and be covered in a new layer of Calamine lotion.

We were all gathered in the family room. I was laying across the couch with my head on Bella's lap. The others were watching a movie, I was watching Bella. She wasn't paying attention to me at the moment, just absentmindedly running her hands through my hair. She didn't realize it, but she was itching my scalp for me, and damn did it feel good. I probably looked like a retard, laying on the couch covered in pink goop with oven mitts on my hands. Yes, she did put them on me. I was resisting the urge to jump up and itch everywhere. I still had a fever, and my head still hurt. She had said aspirin probably wouldn't do anything, so I decided to just skip it. Why take unnecessary pills?

"Bella?" I asked quietly. I didn't want to disturb the other watching the movie.

She looked down, raising an eyebrow. "How can I be of service?"

"Can you hand me my glass of juice?" I asked sheepishly. She smiled and nodded, reaching beside her and handing me the glass.

"Hey Bellaaa?" I heard Alice say.

"Yeah?"

"Can I paint your toenails while we watch the movie?"

Rosalie laughed.

"Alice, please don't. Not now. I already have a headache, and the smell always gives me one. I don't want worse of a headache," I told her.

She pouted.

Bella mouthed 'thank you' to me. I smiled slightly.

**

APOV

I totally understood Edward's reasoning, but it wasn't fair. The movie ended, and Rosalie got up to put in another.

She put in P.S. I Love You. Emmett groaned. "Rose, do we have to watch this again? I mean, really."

She nodded. "I love this movie. He's so sweet. Even though he's gone, he still shows her that he loves her. And he patches up the mother/daughter relationship. Who doesn't love this movie?"

Jasper and Emmett raised their hands. They looked at Edward. He was barely conscious. His eyes were closed, and he wasn't facing the TV anymore. He had his face turned more toward Bella's stomach. His breathing wasn't even enough to be asleep, but he was getting there. I laughed. "Guess you guys are one man out."

"It's settled then. We watch P.S. I Love You," Bella said, grinning.

Mid-movie, Edward and Jasper were both asleep. Emmett had his eyes half closed. By the time the movie was over, all three men were asleep.

Rosalie hopped off the couch and took Edward's glass to the kitchen.

"Thank you, Rose!" Bella called.

Jasper stirred, moving his head off my shoulder. "Morning sleepy head!"

"It's morning?" he asked, wide-eyed. "It felt like five minutes!"

"No, silly. It's 11:30."

"Oh. Thank God, I can sleep more."

I giggled.

"Come on, let's go." He scooped me up, much to my surprise. He kicked Emmett's feet off the table, and walked to our room. The movement woke Emmett up and he looked around, confused.

"Night everyone!" I called over Jasper's shoulder.

Bella laughed. "Night Alice!"

BPOV

Gently, I lifted Edward's head so I could get up. I went and changed the bedding in our room so that we had an old pair of sheets on the bed. I didn't want Calamine lotion all over our gold sheets. When I was done, I went to get Edward. Emmett and Rosalie were both gone. They must have gone to bed. I shook Edward a little. He was snoring slightly, and I knew he wouldn't be easy to wake up.

"Edward," I whispered. "Wake up. You need to move into the bedroom."

"Mom?"

I smiled, remembering the first night we had met. That was what he said in the morning when I had attempted to wake him up.

"Honey, you'll be late for school if you don't get up," I replied.

"Bella, that line is getting old," he grinned, eyes still closed.

"Come on, sicky. Let's go." I took both his hands and pulled him up. He stood, wobbling a little. I laughed. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were drunk."

"Yeah, well, that would be better than this," he groaned. "At least I wouldn't be itchy."

We walked to the bedroom. He didn't even open his eyes. His feet dragged along the floor, as he trusted me to not let him run into anything.

The covers were already pulled back, and he fell face-down on the bed.

"Edward, you can't sleep sideways. I need to fit too." I laughed.

"Fineee," he said. He moved himself so he in his usual spot.

I slid in, and for once, I wrapped him in my arms. I took both his hands in mine, so he couldn't scratch during the night.

"Bella, you have no idea how much I love you," he said sleepily.

"I think I do," I whispered. I kissed him on the cheek, not saying anything more. He was asleep shortly after that. What a day this had been. I felt one of Edward's arms pull. I kept mine in place. No scratching, not even in your sleep! I sighed. I could only hope he'd get better fast. His body wasn't still. He was wiggling against the bed, trying relieve the itch.

I rolled over, and grabbed the lotion. I took my time putting the lotion on him. I wasn't sure if he was awake, but I knew he wouldn't mind. I remembered hating this stuff. I made a note to myself to fix him an oatmeal bath tomorrow morning so he could get this shit off him. I don't even know how many times I put this on him today. I wiped my hands off on the towel on the floor, and wrapped my arms around him again. He stopped moving so much now that the lotion had set in again.

"Goodnight," I whispered. "I love you."

Awww, sicky Edward. I know I would do that for him. I mean, come on, who doesn't want a sleeping Edward on their lap? *sigh* If only, if only.

I have to say, writing this chapter made me all itchy. xD

I couldn't believe how many of you thought he had mono. Really, guys? Did you want them all sick? Because mono is transferred SO easily. No doubt all six of them would be sick. What kind of story would that be?
I wanted an illness that none of you would even think of. In adulthood, when you get chicken pox, it hits you hard. You get all the symptoms of the flu, plus the itchy red spots. The worst part is there's nothing you can so about it. At all. It really sucks. Luckily, I had it when I was three or four, so I don't even remember it. Poor Edward.

There should be another update either Wednesday morning or Friday night.

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