2 UPDATES IN ONE DAY! there are probably spelling errors, though... sorry

It was my fault. Maybe not entirely, since Charliee planned the cookout. ButI brought Edward. And Charlie made sure he ate. But I still felt entirely guilty.

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"Edward?" I moaned.

He usually woke me up, but today I was waking him up, not technically, of course.

"Morning..." He whisper hoarsely.

"Are you okay?" He looked so sick; if that was even possible for vampires...

"Not entirely." He breathed. "I feel sick."

I gasped at his words. Oh no. "I am so, so sorry, Edward!" I cried, frustrated with myself.

I knew it couldn't be good for him to have eaten that much human food. It was about the amount a real human ate. After all, he had compared it to eating dirt- and too much of that was bound to make anyone sick.

He smiled a bit, and closed his eyes. "It's not your fault, honestly. Don't worry about me, though, it will pass." He sounded so sure that I tried to believe him.

I lay beside him for a bit longer until I decided we should get to his house.

"You have a larger, more comfortable bed at your house." I murmured in his ear. "Want me to bring you there?" I figured he wasn't up for any running today.

"Get on my back." He instructed as he slowly, but surely, crawled out from the bedsheets.

"Not a chance!" I gasped. "I said I was bringing you. So in that case..." I pushed him down on the bed and tried to pick him up into my arms. He smirked.

"Okay..." I gasped, not even getting him an inch off the bed. "This may be a problem."

He got up again, and I supported him as he held on to me. I helped him into the car, and drove slow, careful as to not upset his stomach.

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When we finally managed to get him settled in the bed, I seated myself on the couch and held my head in my hands; the guilt washing over me. In the back of my mind I knew I could hold all of the blame, but I could surely hold most of it.

"Bella," Edward's voice broke through my ranting thoughts. "Please come and lay with me?"

"Of course," I murmured, smiling as he did.

I held him close to me and played with his hair. "Please relax and try to rest."

"I don't think I can..." He choked.

"Edward..." I warned. "Don't be difficult, now."

"Im not..." He gasped, "Im going to be sick!"

"Oh no." My voice was barely audible. In a sudden break-through in strength, I lifted him into my arms and barely managed to get him to the bathroom.

He allowed the contents of his stomach to pour into the porcelain bowl. It wasn't as hard to look at because the food hadn't gone through the normal process of digestion.

I wrapped my arms around his waist to let him know that I was there with him, and I wasn't leaving. I kissed the back of his neck in an attempt to distract him from the horrible experience he was living through. Of course he'd lived through worse, but throwing up is nobody's idea of fun.

"I'm sorry." He gasped between episodes.

"It isn't your fault, it's mine," I reassured him. "I'm so sorry this happened."

I knew if he had the chance to argue, he would have. But right now, his mouth was slightely occupied.

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When his stomach was nearly empty, he washed out his mouth and we settled back into bed.

He rested his head gently on my shoulder with his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Rest now, my angel." I breathed.

My heart felt heavy as I looked into his sad eyes. "I'm no angel..." He whispered.

"You're right," I agreed. "You are much sweeter."

I played with his soft golden bronze hair again. "I need to come up with a lullaby for you now!" I laughed and he laughed with me, lifting my sadness momentarily.

Although he had me so worried, I knew he was going to get better. Tomorrow, I would see that angelic smile and those bright happy eyes. I knew I would. I just had to wait for them to come.

After all, you can't have a rainbow with out a little rain.

Poor Edward, but still, Bella is always the sick one.