(Bella POV)

Sick:

I walked down the hallway the next day, hoping that I was getting closer to seeing my Edward, the one from the future. When I walked into my Ethics class, my first class with Edward, he was coughing and looked a little pale. YES! I am getting close. He is getting sick. I miss my Edward. Can't I just say the word and be back.

I sat down next to him.

"You may not want to get too close to me," he said.

"Why," I asked.

"I think sleeping in the same area as my infected father may have gotten me infected. I wouldn't want you to be infected because of me."

"I won't get sick, even if you directly injected the virus into my bloodstream," I informed him. Like he would even get the syringe through my skin; oh sweet impenetrable skin.

"I doubt that," he said, and he coughed. Throughout the whole day, he was hacking. I wouldn't have been surprised if he hacked up something disgusting. How I just wished it would be the time that Carlisle would have to bite him.

I sprinted home to talk to get my work done in order to go to the hospital to talk to Carlisle. When I arrived home, Carlisle was there. I didn't understand why; he always worked.

"Carlisle, why are you home," I asked.

"An epidemic," he muttered, mourning it and looking away.

"Spanish Influenza."

"Yes, how did you know," he asked.

"Edward Mason Senior got it and it spread to Elizabeth and his son, Edward."

"He is one of the patients. He has been admitted into the epidemic ward."

"How many people have been infected?"

"A lot and they need constant care, mostly at night from the best doctors," he told me.

I gave him a confused look and he explained.

"I am the best doctor at the hospital. They asked me if I could take the night shift and I accepted. I have to go tonight to take care of the victims, mostly Mr. Mason."

"While you are there, I need you to get me a medicine for 'mild' cases of Spanish Influenza."

"I'll see if there is one. If there isn't, I'm sorry."

That night, he left and I took a trip to Edward's house. He was kneeling over his couch. His mother was laying on it. She looked very ill. I guess it hit her harder than Edward. Edward was still coughing.

When Carlisle arrived home again, he looked upset.

"Carlisle, what's wrong," I asked.

"So many people are ill and dying. I wish I could help them more than anything. And sorry, there is no cure."

"Don't be upset. How is Mr. Mason?"

"Not good. I don't think that he will live for much longer. He shouldn't even be alive now. He is so unconscious. It hit him hard. I hope his family is alright."

"They're not. I have a feeling you will see Mrs. Mason tomorrow night."

"How do you know?"

"Edward told me yesterday in school and while you were working, I took a trip to their house and she is on the couch. It looks like she is unable to move."

"I hope Edward knows to bring her there tomorrow morning if it gets real bad," he said.

"I hope Edward knows to stay in bed. He was hacking up a storm yesterday at school and I don't think that he should be there."

"Oh boy. Um… I am going to go there tomorrow and take care of them during the day."

We continued the conversation for quite a while and then it was time for me to go to school. Carlisle and I walked there together, continuing to talk. Edward was walking there, hacking and we ran to him.

"Edward, Bella told me about you. You have to go home. If you want to get better, you have to be under strict bed rest. I am going to be taking care of your mother today and you now," Carlisle said.

"That's very nice of you but you will get sick and I can't pay you since my mother isn't conscious most of the time and she has the money," Edward said, coughing.

"You don't have to pay me and I will not get sick," Carlisle said, placing his hand on Edward's forehead. Edward didn't shiver at all.

"Come on, Edward," Carlisle said, lifting him up and taking him back to his house.

Without Edward, the day was slow but when it was over, I sprinted to his house. I knocked on the door and Carlisle answered.

"How are they," I asked.

"Elizabeth is now in the hospital and Edward isn't getting any better."

"I need to see him," I said and I ran up the steps an into the room that had a name plate 'Edward'.

He looked to… fragile and pale. I didn't know if he were even alive until he turned toward me.

"Bella," he said quietly. His voice was rugged.

"Edward," I said back.

"Why are you here? You are going to get sick."

"No I am not. I told you already."

He smiled and then turned and dozed off.