Previously:

"Ed-Edward.?" I chocked out

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

"I-I-I….I have leukemia."

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Edward's POV:

Bella was in complete hysterics on the other line. Right now was the time the best friend was supposed to say something supporting like, you'll be okay, everything's going to be okay, or something alone those lines. But me? Have any clue what I said?

"You're joking right?" I said, my voice dry. Dumb ass, of course she's not joking!

Her voice staggered as she did a weird laugh, "Oh yeah, because I can act this well. Edward, I'm serious, dead serious. They just called."

Thoughts spun around in my head a million words a second. "Bella...." I started but she cut me off.

"N-no," she breathed in, more steady than before. "Don't say anything. I know how awkward this can be.....if you don't remember...uhm, my mom....ya know."

"I know." I said softly. She didn't want me to have to say anything because she knew what it felt like to be at a loss of words. To want to say something--anything--to make the person feel better. But really, when someone finds out they have cancer, what can you say to them? If they are an adult, like Bella, they'll know the seriousness of cancer; they know that sometimes, everything isn't all right.

"Alright, well, I'm going to call Charlie......and ask him to come home. So, please wait until I call again before you come over. I really want to see you....but—"

"I understand, you want to be with your dad." It made sense.

"Yeah...and please let everyone know. I don't want to have to repeat myself a hundred times."

"I promise."

"Thank you, Edward." She said softy and sadly. My heart ached; I should be able to take the sadness out of her voice. She shouldn't have to go through any of this. "I'm so glad I have you. If I didn't.....I don't even know."

"Well you do. So don't think otherwise." I told her. I would always be here for her. In the short time I've known her—both by letters and in person—she has wrapped me around her finger.

"Okay. Thank you so much for being here. Edward really, I-I love you.....your the best friend a girl could ask for." And with that she clicked off the phone.

I was downstairs in the living room so I threw my phone against one of the arm chairs. I plopped down on the couch and put my head in my hands as I just thought. Bella, little, fragile Bella up against cancer. Because I'm the most known doctor's son and aspiring to go to college for medicine, I know that with Leukemia people normally have to go through chemo. Seeing my Bella like that.....losing her hair, feeling sick all the time, a never ending cycle.

I didn't realize I was crying until I heard Alice and Rosalie come into the room. "Okay, so you're a guy Edward, which would look better on Rosalie, the peach dress with the white accents or—wait, what's wrong?"

"It's Bella."

Alice's eyes widened, "What did she do to herself this time? Fall down and break her neck? Eat something poisoned? Oh, no she couldn't have—"

"She has leukemia." I said flatly. My voice was emotionless. How else was I supposed to put it? There's no way I could say it nicely.

Alice screeched and Rosalie's jaw dropped. All I could do was nod.

"We have to go see her!" Alice exclaimed, already rushing to the closet to grab her coat.

I got up and gently placed a hand on Alice's shoulder. "We can't, she wants to be alone with her dad for a little bit...you can understand that Ali."

She nodded then dropped the coat. Rosalie was right behind me looking stricken, like she didn't know how to react. I guess that's sort of normal. Rose isn't one to show emotions.

Alice's head fell as she turned around to me. "This isn't good." Then she turned to Rose, "This was supposed to be when he did our plan! And now she's sick?!"

"Plan? What plan?" I asked them.

"None of your business." Alice snapped, swiping her face. "Oh Edward," she laid her head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame. Rosalie came over and put her arms around the both of us.

"Group hug!" Emmett exclaimed, bouncing into the room with Jasper.

Great, looks like we are going to have to explain this again.

Bella's POV:

"Can I speak to Charlie Swan please?" I asked the man—Chief Michaels—who answered the phone.

I was starting to feel better, emotionally that is. I still felt like crap, and now I was even more tired from the little cry session I just had. I didn't think there were any more tears left to cry anyway.

"Right away," Chief Michaels said.

What was I going to say? Ask him to come home and tell him then, or just tell him over the phone?

"Hey Bells, what's up?" My dad answered.

"Can you come home?" I asked him weakly. I thought I was finally getting my act together, but the second I heard his voice everything changed.

"Uh, I'm not sure...I'd have to have a reason. Is everything okay?" He seemed generally worried now.

"No, nothing's okay." I said, trying to stay strong as I took a huge breath to get ready for what I was about to say. "Daddy, I have leukemia."

He was silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond. "Hang tight Bells, I'll be home in ten."

I hung up wordlessly and lay down on the couch. All this excitement made me forget how crappy I felt....almost.

When Charlie got home we had a little heart to heart conversation. It was awkward that's for sure. Neither of us likes showing weakness. I guess it's because we never want to feel out of control. When something like this comes up, it's hard not to show weakness though. Something like this causes weakness; it does anything but help it.

But sometimes, feelings have to be shown. Like when my mom died, both Charlie and I tried our hardest not to show any signs of weakness for one another. We felt that if we showed sadness, it would just make it worse for the other person, but sometimes it worried me. I felt that if we didn't talk about my mom, that she would just disappear from our thoughts, all the good times we've had would be gone from out minds. I couldn't let that happen. So a year later during dinner I had a breakthrough. Charlie and I were talking about something, and something about the conversation made me think of my mom, and I just started crying. Strangely enough, Charlie seemed to have a breakthrough as well. He wasn't crying, but he talked about her, and since then we talk about her all the time. In a way it's good, now my mom's never going to be forgotten, I'm always going to remember, and ever since Charlie and I have been closer. Not that we go all mushy and talk about emotions all the time, but when something like this comes up, we know how to handle it.

Charlie called the hospital and made an appointment for tomorrow. This time I was going to get Carlisle for my doctor. Personally I felt better about this, I felt more comfortable around him than anyone else.

Charlie was on the phone for quite a while actually, talking about all the different treatments. Apparently, the nurse talking to him said the top choices are chemotherapy or bone marrow transplant. How fun.

Well, I told Charlie about it....I guess fair is fair, Edward should be aloud to come over by this point. It's been too long since I've seen him.

"Edward?" I asked when he answered, "Can you come over?"

"Of course! Right away!" He said in about a second, and then hung up.

At least I'm not the only one anxious.

It didn't take long for Edward to show up at my door. I have a very strong feeling that he went way above the recommended speed limit.

I was lying up in my room when I heard the front door creak open. I could hear the sound of Charlie as he pushed up on his old armchair to answer. The house seemed to quiet. Charlie didn't have on the TV, and that's very unusual when it comes to him. I could hear every noise. The sound of the dog barking quietly down the road, every little movement my dad made while downstairs, even the conversation between Edward and Charlie.

"How is she?" was the first thing that came out of Edward's mouth.

I didn't hear a response for quite some time. The air seemed so thick that I felt I could cut it with a knife.

"She's okay." Charlie finally responded. "We have a doctor's appointment for her tomorrow with your father. I think she just needs someone. I don't......I don't know what to say to make her feel better."

Edward muttered something so quietly that I couldn't make it out. Charlie told him to go upstairs and that I'd be in my room.

"Knock, knock," Edward said, his voice low and guarded as he eased the door open.

"Who's there?" I said quietly, in a playful voice.

"Edward," he replied; opening the door a tiny bit more.

"Edward who?" I smirked in his direction.

"Bella's best friend Edward," he told me then opened the door completely. I smiled as he walked over and sat down near the end of my bed and placed his hand on my feet.

"I missed you," I whispered. It had been days since I've seen him. I was used to seeing him every day. I think the longest we ever stayed away from each other was two days.

"I missed you too Bells," he said sincerely and tightened his grip on my feet. He seemed...uncomfortable. I know how he felt though. I felt the same way with my mother.

He coughed quickly, clearing his throat, "I...I don't know what to say." He finally said earnestly.

I smiled gently, and propped myself up. "What is there to say? We just have to look at the brightside..."

Edward slapped his knees and stood up, "Bella? What bright side is there? Can you honestly say any of this is good?"

I shrugged, "Maybe not, but....." what the hell? I have cancer as it is, why not say what I was thinking, "but, at least I've met you before this."

His expression softened. "I guess that is good. You know, I'm going to be here for you....any time you need me. You know that right?" He said, looking into my eyes intensely. It seemed so intimate that even I wanted to look away. His green eyes glinted as he stared at me.

I nodded. "I know that." I took his hands in mine, "I'm going to live. I've already decided that. This—I'm strong, I cando this, I will do this."

He looked into my eyes once more then dropped his head, "I'm holding you to that."