It demanded to be written..unlike my other story...stupid stubborn story... Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight - I'm just slightly obsessed with it ;)

2:15 a.m.

Are you kidding me?

I haven't gotten more than an hour of sleep – and I went to bed four hours ago! Instead of a much needed REM cycle I was stuck tossing and turning and getting frustrated all night – now morning.

This wasn't anything new for me, though I haven't really gotten around to telling my mom yet. She was oblivious to the fact that I'd rarely got any sleep for the past two months. Thinking this I sent a silent prayer to L'Oreal – I never really wore make-up but their foundation has been coming in really handy as of late. I figured that this was just a really long bug, so I didn't want to stress my mom out by telling her. She's been known to overreact over the years. Sometimes when she did it was so funny I would laugh so hard I ended up on the floor with tears flowing down my cheeks, but other times it was so ridiculous I wanted to bang my head against a brick wall. I figured this situation would be the brick wall one if I told her.

With nothing else to do I grabbed my copy of Pride and Prejudice from off the floor beside my bed. I used to think the "classics" sounded dumb, and not to mention would be impossible to read considering they were written in old-time language, but when I finished Romeo and Juliet for freshmen English I was hooked. Many books later I came to the conclusion that Jane Austen was my favorite and Pride and Prejudice was amazing. I swear I've read it more times than I count. Besides, it doesn't hurt that while I'm reading it I picture Mr. Darcy as the actor who played him in the 2001 movie version with Kiera Knightly. Yummy.

I was just getting to one of my favorite parts, when Mr. Darcy is telling Ms. Bingley how lovely he thinks Elizabeth's eyes are, when my stomach suddenly started feeling weird. A feeling I'd more familiar with than I liked over the past three weeks. I hugged my stomach, completely abandoning my book, and prayed that it would pass. The stomach pain that made my days seem to drag on sometimes and always kept up at night was a constant. Something that I had gotten used to and learned how to hide. However, the nausea was another story all together. I threw up one night and it just kept happening randomly, but sometimes it would go away, though it was rare when it did.

Come on, deep even breaths. In. Out. In. Out.

Sitting like that, hunched over with my arms wrapped tightly over my stomach as if that would make it obey me, I tried to distract myself – it usually helped somewhat. It was now 6:45 a.m. I guess I killed more time than I thought. Looking at my laundry basket I noticed that I really need to wash a couple loads tonight. The poor basket was almost overflowing. My walls were the same sunflower yellow they had been when my mom bought our house – maybe I could repaint them soon. But what color? I liked blue, but not bright blue, that would probably keep me up or give me a headache. However, baby blue would be nice – it was a calming yet pretty color.

Hmm, baby blue walls...black curtains...and maybe some crimson throw pillows. That would be perfect, contrasting yet complimenting at the same time. Perfect harmony.

I thought it was working when my stomach started to calm a little but when it suddenly gave a lurch I sprinted to the bathroom, just barely making it.

Last night's dinner never fully digested apparently.

A few minutes later I was leaning against the toilet trying to control my gasping.

I must have drifted off at some point, because I was jolted awake by the need to close and personal with the toilet again.

There was nothing left in me but that didn't stop the heaving. Instead it only made it worse.

"Bella. Bella, where are – Oh!"

I heard my mom's startled voice behind me but I didn't have the energy to acknowledge it. My body was too busy trying to force everything that was inside of me out. Guts and all.

Renee stood behind me, holding my hair just in case any bile decided to come up. It never did but the gesture was sweet. Leaning against my mom, she half-dragged me down the stairs and onto the living room couch.

Oh, Zoolander it felt nice to give my body a break. I loved the old worn-in couch so much that I wanted to marry the thing. Mrs. Isabella Couch. Yup, that has a nice ring to it.

"Bella, dear, you know you can talk to me about anything right?" Renee asked grudgingly, though you could tell she was trying her best to remain serious.

"Yeah... Mom what's going on?"

A long silence passed. I was beginning to wonder if she would actually tell me or just stand there staring until I said something again. I finally got an answer when she started talking again – even it was kind of rushed when she did.

"I'm concerned about you." Well that was to the point...maybe I was finally rubbing off on Renee. "This is isn't the first time I've woken up to you hunched over the toilet."

"Don't worry mom, I'm sure it's probably just some bug or something. It'll pass," I tried to reassure her, but I don't think it was working.

"Isabella Marie Swan. You cannot expect me to believe that this is just some bug. I want to know something right now and you better tell me the truth."

"What do you want to know?" I asked warily. This couldn't be good. I've rarely heard my mom try to use her "parental" tone with me and it was never good. It wasn't helping that she used my full name.

"Are you pregnant?"

"What!?" I spluttered. "Mom. No! Why would you eve –"

It was at this point in the cartoon when the light bulb would turn on over characters head.

Morning sickness.

My mom actually thought that all the porcelain dunking I've been doing was morning sickness. She thought I was pregnant. Does she not know me at all? I was only seventeen, and on top of that I was still in high school!

"Mom due to the complete and utter awkwardness of all this I'm going to say this once, and only once. I'm a...virgin, and I don't really have any desire to change that status. I've never even been kissed, and don't get me wrong I'm proud of that fact. So just trust me when I say that I'm not pregnant." My face felt as if it was as bright red as the throw pillows that I wanted, but at least I got the truth out there.

Renee let out a deep breath and visibly relaxed.

"So you're not pregnant?

"No mom. I promise you're not going to be a grandmother yet."

"Well that's good," she said through a nervous chuckle. "I mean I wouldn't be mad it you were Bella," she sounded like she was trying to clear up a misunderstanding now. "It's just that you're so young, and you're still in school, and you have college to think about..."

"Mom," I decided to interrupt her tirade before she accidently bit her tongue. "It's okay, I understand. I actually agree with you. I mean I want kids...someday. Just not now."

"I can't tell you how much of a relief that is, hun. And just so you know, I can't wait to be a grandmom...someday."

"So are you and Phil going out today?" I asked quickly, hoping my sad attempt to change the subject wasn't that obvious.

"Yes, but he won't tell me where. He said he wants it to be a surprise," she gushed.

I managed to find the energy to laugh a little at this. Renee was more the child in our relationship – rather than the other way around – but I've never actually heard her gush over a boyfriend like some high school girl.

It was sweet – cute almost.

"But you know I can stay home if you want, Bella. I don't know how I feel about you walking around too much after this morning..."

"I'm fine mom, I swear. I honestly think it's just a bug, or virus, or something. In fact I'm starting to feel a little better already."

She looked really worried but she managed a small smile.

"Still...I'd feel a lot better if you went to the doctors. This has been going on too long."

I sighed. Deeply.

I hated the doctors and anything related them. They were embarrassing and unnecessary in my opinion.

"Bella, please. It would help calm my nerves..."

"Fine. Just let me get dressed."

"Oh thank you, sweetie," she said while strangling me with a hug. "I'll call Dr. Demaots' office right now, they should be open."

Much to my disappointment they were open, and twenty short minutes later me and my mom were in the waiting room.

"Isabella Swan," a bored looking nurse in pink scrubs called.

The nurse led us to an examination room in the back.

"Okay, if you'll just hop up on the table for me, I can take your temperature."

Sitting on the "table" I felt the paper crinkle and slide under me when I moved and heard its noise with every slight shift I made. The...kind...nurse rammed the thermometer in my ear, probably breaking my eardrum in the process, and wrote it down in my file. In all honesty, my file was pretty thick being as I'm not the most graceful person alive. But hey, some of those memories were fun, even if there was pain involved.

After taking my blood pressure and asking the standard questions, she left me and my mom to wait for Dr. Demaots. We didn't have to wait long this early in the morning.

"Hello Bella, I was wondering when I would see you again," he boldly stated while laughing.

The guy had a death wish. He was my doctor for crying out loud. He wasn't supposed to be making jokes like that with a fake smile plastered all over his face.

However, since my mom was in the room there wasn't much I could do to retaliate...that and my dad drilled the "respect your elders" lesson into me when I was younger.

"So, what seems to be the problem today?" Dr. Demaots asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Well, she's been throwing up a lot recently," my mom answered before I could.

"Uh huh, now when would you say this started occurring?" he asked, turning to me.

"Umm, about three weeks ago."

"Isabella! Why didn't you tell me sooner," Renee demanded.

Oops. I would have to deal with that when we got home...

"Okay. Have there been any other symptoms? Anything out of the ordinary?" Dr. Demaots asked, completely ignoring my mother's outburst.

"Umm, I've had this pain in my stomach for about two months now, and I haven't been able to get much sleep since then either – it's like it gets worse at night," I answered watching my mom the whole time. She looked more upset than mad.

"Hmm...Okay, Isabella, I'm going to need you to lay down and lift your shirt for me if you could."

I did what he asked, and he started prodding my stomach. Dr. Demaots paid a little more attention to my right side than he did my left, but either way he looked aggravated the whole time.

"Isabella, with your mother's consent I would like to get a CT scan of your abdomen," he said turning around to face my mom.

"Yes, that's okay. Um, what do you think it is?.."

"Well, I can't be certain yet, but we should know more after we get the results from the scan. I'll call the hospital and inform them that you're coming."

After Dr. Demaots left me and my mom just stared at each other. Neither one of us wanting to talk.

I had a really bad feeling about this.

When we got to the hospital that Dr. Demaots told us to go to me and my mom were stuck waiting for a long while. Finally a nurse came and helped me get ready for my scan – at least she was much nicer than the one at the doctor's office.

When she led me to the machine I was shocked. It wasn't as big as I was inspecting it to be – just a table and a wall with a giant circle hole in it – but somehow it managed to be much more intimidating in person than it was on television. Apparently my addiction to House wasn't going to be coming in handy today.

Laying down on the cold table, I was informed that I should try my best not to breathe during the scan – I guess it might blur the pictures. As the table began to slide into the machine I started to get a little scared. Did I mention I was claustrophobic? It's gotten better as I grew up, but I never completely got over it. I tried not to breathe as I was silently freaking out, thinking that the giant circle would suddenly break and collapse right when my was going through it. Not fun.

It felt like I'd been going in and out of that machine for a life time, but when I was done and I looked at the clock only thirty minutes had passed.

As I changed back into the clothes I came in, the nurse told my mom that the results had been sent to Dr. Demaots and that we would have to go back to him to find out the results for ourselves.

Time for more waiting, I guess.

Surprisingly when me and my mom got to his office the nurse immediately called us in to the back, even though the waiting room already had a few people in it.

I didn't take this as a good sign. Especially when the rude nurse from earlier was suddenly acting all happy-go-lucky towards me.

Not ten seconds after the nurse left Dr. Demaots came through the door, with another fake smile on his face. I tried not to imagine punching him...it sounded fun.

"Renee, Isabella," he acknowledged with a nod. "Well it looks like your CT scan went well – no complications."

"Then she's alright?" my mom asked. It was hard not to notice the hint of desperation in her voice.

Dr. Demaots let out a deep breath before pausing to answer.

"Well, I don't know how to say this, especially considering that there is no easy way to say this... The Ct scan went well, yes; however, I'm afraid that the results aren't good..."

"Tell us already," I demanded. He was stalling and it was pissing me off.

"Isabella I'm afraid that you have pancreatic cancer. From what I can tell it's already at a stage 3 – which means that the cancer has already spread to your lymphatic system."

I wasn't listening anymore. I couldn't listen anymore. I was frozen – lost in myself. I didn't want to find a way out anytime soon...

"Now there's treatment," Dr. Demaots continued. "You could always look into chemotherapy, and surgery is a possibility with this kind of cancer. You would have to get a few more tests done at the hospital, but –"

"Are you sure? This can't be, she looks fine – all Bella did was throw up a couple times..."

"Yes. I'm sure."

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