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Previously: Alice squealed, "We didn't really catch you, we just got evidence….now we know for sure!"

"Alright, so you know. Now what?"

"Now," Alice said smiling, "we get Edward to know."

Great. This should be tons of fun.

Two weeks later. Friday morning

Bella's POV:

I jumped at the sound of my phone buzzing on my side table. I opened my eyes groggily and grabbed the phone. It was a text from Edward, the same what I've been getting for the past three days: You coming to school today Bells?

I quickly answered no as I turned the volume down and got back under the covers. I've been feeling like crap, complete and total crap.

It had been going on since Saturday; I managed to go to school on Monday, but by the time I got home I felt completely weak. Tuesday I just couldn't go, I hated missing school, hated missing all the work, but if I went I would have been so out of it I would have missed all the work anyway.

I've had a high fever, horrible chills, sweating horribly at night, sore everything. Pretty much I've been lying in bed eating nothing but chicken broth and room temperature water.

Edward has tried to come over quite a few times, but I refused to let him into my room. If whatever I have is contagious, there's no way I'm letting him near me. I've been texting him when I felt up to it. I can't even explain how bad I've felt. Charlie planned on taking me to the doctor's tonight.

I haven't been all that hungry lately, but I sure as hell have been thirsty. I slowly lifted my body up and flung my feet over the edge of my bed.

I steadied myself as I stood my head spinning, and grabbed my phone. The icon telling me I got a new message was blinking on the screen.

I clutched onto the railing as I walked down the stairs taking one step at a time. I still felt dizzy as I walked down. Finally, I got down the death-trap, aka the stairs. They're a death-trap if I'm fine, let alone dizzy times ten and completely sick.

On the way into the kitchen I bumped my hip lightly—as least I thought lightly—on the pointy side of the kitchen counter.

"Ouch!" I cried weakly as I brought my hand down to my hip to rub the sore spot but gasped when I felt blood on my hand.

That's not even effin possible! I've hurt myself way worse than that and nothing happened. I didn't even bump it hard enough for a bruise. So why the hell was it bleeding?!

Nothing is working out for me. Did I do something to deserve this? I'm sorry for taking Edward's last cupcake last week. I really didn't think he'd miss it!

I shook my head gently as I bandaged up my side and grabbed a glass of water. I took it over to the living room couch. My room was getting pretty old; at least I can watch TV or something down here.

I grabbed my light blue snuggie and a pillow and made myself comfortable with the remote control in my hand. My stomach growled, wanting food, but my brain was telling me that wasn't the best idea. I was hungry, but yet I wasn't. Does that make any sense?

I flipped through the channels and landed on some show about lawyers when I remembered that I got a new text. Well, five new texts actually.

Edward wrote: Oh :( Feel better soon. Can't wait till I can see you again. I miss you!

Alice wrote: Bella! You have to feel better! I'm really getting worried about you…….go see a doctor at least. This isn't normal. Even for you.

Rosalie wrote: Hey Bells. Feel better. We haven't really had a chance to get Edward to know you like him! Remember, as soon as you feel better, we are doing that :P Get rest and feel better. Love you girl!

Emmett wrote: YO BELLY! Get yur BELLY filled with lots of soup so you'll feel better!

Jasper wrote: Still not feeling well? This is the longest you've ever been out of school. I'm sure your just dreading it. Ya nerd :P

I chuckled quietly as I read each of the notes, then answered each one with short responses. I turned the sound up a little bit, just in case Charlie tried to reach me. I lay down and closed my eyes. As I drifted off into sleep, I heard five small vibrations. I didn't bother to check them, I was already zoned out.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*

"Bella," I heard faintly, a hand shaking my shoulders carefully, as if I would break if handled to hard. "Bells, you have to get up, doctor's appointment in 15 minutes."

My eyes opened by impulse, not really wanting to get up I groaned.

"Oh I'm sorry baby; we have to see what's up. Do you care about getting dressed?"

I gave him a look that said, 'do you really think I care about what I look like?' As if! I haven't brushed my hair in days, hadn't worn anything but pajamas since Monday night.

He chuckled nervously, then gave me his arm as he helped me up. I've been weak altogether, and he knew that.

His arm wrapped around my waist, supporting most of my weight as I leaned against him.

Once in the car, I rested my head against the seat as Charlie put the music on quietly. You'll feel better soon Bella……the doctor will make you better.

*+*+*+*

"So Bella, what have your symptoms been?" Dr. Snow asked me as he put the blood pressure cuff around my upper arm. It started getting tighter and tighter as he pressed down on it.

I laughed humorlessly, "What symptoms don't I have would be an easier question. But uhm, fever—as you could tell—"he nodded. "Chills, extremely tired, I've lost quite a bit of weight."

"Yeah, I did notice that."

"And, I've been sweating a lot, mostly at night though, sore, can't really walk without getting out of breath, and today, I bumped my hip against a counter, and it wasn't a hard bump, but it started to bleed—a good amount too."

The pressure on my arm started to fade as he took off the cuff and then started taking notes. His head bobbed up and down as he looked over some charts. "Alright, I'll need to take a small blood sample. You've had blood taken before right?"

I nodded, my eyes droopy slightly; there goes the tiredness.

Getting blood taken was nothing. As much as I hate needles, it was better than stitches. Dr. Snow pricked the needle into my skin as I turned my head to look the opposite direction. This is going to help you, this is going to make you feel better, and it'll all be worth it.

My eyes were closed tight when I felt the needle being lifted and my arm feeling much looser.

"We'll have your test results very soon. You should probably get a call by tomorrow. As of now, you can take pain relievers for the sore muscles. Things like ibuprofen, Tylenol, Aleve, anything that you regularly use. Also, make sure to get a lot of fluids in you, grab a cup of juice or a ginger ale."

He smiled warmly at me. The scary thing was, was that his smile did not reach his eyes. His smile was reassuring, while his eyes were worried……that can't be a good sign. Right?

*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day.

"Hey Bella!" Edward yelled as I answered the phone.

"Hey Edward." I said, smiling slightly. It's been a while since I've talked to him, besides texting though.

"Wow…." He said drawing out the second w. "You sound horrible."

I nodded, I haven't been talking much, only nodding, but then realized he was on the phone….and I'm almost positive people can't hear nods.

"How very kind of you," I replied. "I'm getting my test results back soon. Dr. Snow said he would call today."

"What do you think it is?" he asked.

I shrugged then felt like hitting myself, dammit Bella! You're on the phone! "I don't know." I remembered the way Dr. Snow's eyes had looked and cringed. "I'm hoping I'm just sick and need some meds. I could use some meds very soon."

He laughed, "Well, I'm sure you'll get your meds soon. Druggie," he coughed.

"Oh shut up, if you were in half the pain I'm in you'd want some serious medicine."

As soon as I said it I regretted my words. By now I should know better than telling Edward how much pain I was in. He didn't like it when I scratched my knee, let alone felt like dying.

"I wish I could come see you." He said, his voice pleading. "I don't care if I get sick."

"I'm sorry……but no. Once I find out what's wrong, then we'll see….if it's contagious you're not coming. I'd feel so guilty..." If he got this because of me, I wouldn't be able to sleep! Not that I'm sleeping much as it is, but once I start sleeping again I wouldn't be able to.

"Isabella! Don't you understand? I don't care if I get sick! There'd be nothing to feel guilty about…..I just need to see you, make sure you're okay."

"Edward, I—"I started to speak when I heard a beep on the phone. I read the caller ID and it said Forks Hospital. My results, "Edward, Dr. Snow is on the other line. I'll call you back as soon as I'm off."

"Alright," he said. "You better."

I clicked off from Edward to Dr. Snow.

"Bella?" he asked calmly but securely.

"Yeah, it's me."

"How are you doing?"

"Same as I was yesterday," I rolled my eyes. Couldn't have changed that much.

"Uhm, well we got your results…..and, Bella. I'm afraid its not good news." He said, sounding professional now. Nothing like the friendly doctor yesterday, he sounded full on business guy.

My breath staggered as I waited. "And?"

"I'm so sorry Bella…..but you've got Leukemia."

My hand dropped from my ear, dropping the phone with it. My head spun around. I had cancer. I really truly had cancer. This wasn't any joke, this wasn't any sickness, this was freaking cancer!

I heard murmurs from the phone, but I couldn't get myself to pick it up. A few silent tears slipped down my face, but then the sobbing started.

Within a few moments the dial tone came on the phone instead of the voice.

I collapsed on the bed, my pillow firmly pressed against my face.

Charlie wasn't here.

I'd have to call him. Oh god…..this is going to kill him.

Cancer. It took away my mother; his wife.

And now it was going to consume me.

I picked up the phone and dialed Edward's number more like a zombie than a human. My eyes were set on the numbers, I hardly knew what I was doing….until I heard his voice.

He was trying to be cheery I could tell. "Hey Bells, it's just a cold or something right? Nothing bad, huh?" I didn't answer. How could I? "Bella…..what's wrong?"

I started sobbing again. Tears streamed down my face like the pouring rain falling from baseball helmets during a game.

"Ed-Edward.?" I chocked out

"Bella, Bella, sh, sh, what's wrong?"

"I-I-I….I have leukemia."