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At least I didn't have to worry about Edward catching anything. I looked down at what I was wearing, realizing I was still in my pajamas. I asked Edward, "Can I at least put on some clothes before we go to the hospital for a strep test? And brush my teeth and do something with my hair?"
"No," he said sternly, "because we're not going to the hospital. Carlisle doesn't need any test to diagnose. And if we don't get antibiotics in you fast enough, the disease won't respond to them and you'll get a lot sicker." I rolled my eyes.
"Edward, this is 2008! People don't die from strep throat anymore! I think you can give me five minutes!" I exclaimed. He just shook his perfect head and ran me downstairs and out the front door with his superhuman vampire speed. Before I knew it, I was lying across the back seat of Edward's silver Volvo, and the car's owner was speeding towards his house on the outskirts of Forks.
Way too soon for my cop father to be okay with, we were pulling up in front of the large white Cullen house. Edward opened my door and pulled me into his arms, their coolness soothing my too warm skin. Dr. Carlisle Cullen was waiting for us just inside the front door, black doctor bag in hand. "Alice said you were coming," he explained, leading Edward and me into the sitting room. "Put her on the couch, Edward" he instructed, pointing a pale finger to the sofa. Alice was next to it, fluffing a huge bright pink pillow for me. She moved out of the way as her brother put me on the makeshift bed.
Carlisle began prodding my neck with his cold, pale hands, checking to see if my glands were swollen. Then he pulled out the dreaded Popsicle stick from his bag. I hated those little wooden sticks, they usually made me gag. I grabbed Edward's hand to squeeze as soon as Carlisle said, "Now say AAHHH Bella."
"What's wrong?" Edward asked, concerned. I explained about the sticks, and he chuckled. "Squeeze as hard as you need to love," he said, rubbing calming circles on the back of my hands. I stuck my tongue out and squeezed, fighting the urge to gag. Luckily, Carlisle is a vampire, so he was able to check my throat very quickly.
"It's definitely strep throat," said the doctor, nodding at his son, "She'll need to take two of these a day for ten days, rest and drink lots of fluids. Bella, you can go back to school on Wednesday." Carlisle pulled out a bottle of pills, the orange kind with the child proof lid that I can never get open, from the back and handed them to Edward before turning to me and smiling. "Feel better," he said kindly.
"Let's get you home, love," Edward said, pulling me off the couch and into his arms. He put me in the back seat and began the drive back Charlie's.
Ok, so my lovely reviewers, was that formatting better? I'd love to get more feed back on the story, this is my very first fanfiction, so if there's anything you think I need to work on that you really liked, please let me know!