I don't own anything except the voices in my head ;)

BPOV

"Oh my God Jake! Is the room on fire?!" I tried to yell but it came out garbled. My throat wasn't getting any better.

"What?" He questioned, now his voice was thick with sleep.

"Jake, it's so hot in here", I said as I ripped all of the covers off of the bed.

"Bells, are you serious? First you can't get warm enough now 'the room is on fire?' Is this fever melting your brain?"

I don't know if that was a real question or if it was major sarcasm, but my sudden movement from throwing off the covers released something I had spent all night holding back. My chest started to deeply convulse and my stomach tightened.

"Bells, you look a really pale", Jake, said in a shaky voice.

That's astonishing; being as there is virtually no sun in Forks and I have almost no pigment anyway. I couldn't reply because as he said that I rolled off of him and onto the floor, kneeling on all fours face first into my wastebasket. Even after I upchucked all of last nights poisonous dinner I continued to painfully dry heave. This continued action caused Jacob to worry more.

"Bella, please let me take you to the emergency room"

"No!"

Jake pulled my hair back to see my pained expression and tear soaked flushed face.

"Bella, I can't sit here and watch you die"

"Jake you are so melodramatic, I am not going to die. This will pass and I'm not going to the emergency room so they can either make me drink two quarts of tainted Crystal Light for some CAT scan, or stick me with some saline solution for hours". I interjected.

"Oh, so I can see you've done this before. Again, how did I not know this?" ooh he's getting angry

"Because we've never gone to the same hospital. And, now that you mention it you and Edward treat me like a Faberge egg. (A/N: if you don't know what it is look it up, they're beautiful) If I had told either of you that I was sick I would be on permanent lock down. It's bad enough my parents were like the Gestapo growing up, I don't need you two treating me any differently either". I said still shaking from my chest pain.

"So, there's more?! How could you hold out on me for so long? Damn, how didn't Edward figure it all out with his freakish mind reading thing?" Now he just sounded completely surprised and his voice had risen three octaves.

"Because" dumb ass "Edward and his family don't eat so I never had the awkward dinner time conversation. And, when they do feed me I choose what's being made So, I'm safe on all accounts".

"Except for the whole blood lust thing", he mumbled like I wasn't supposed to hear him.

I leaned over to smack him and in my weakened state I just started to fall over. Jacob caught me, of course. Then he started the sweet talk to try and persuade me to visit the hospital.

Jake really had no idea what I've been through. I had been sick all of my life. My mother and father went to great lengths to insure that I ate properly stuck to my diet and never fully over exerted myself. Despite that I still had an occasional visit to the emergency room, my first trip will forever be burned into my memory vault.

(Flashback)

Nurse Betty – "Ok, Isabella you have to drink these two quarts of water then we'll take you up to get a CAT scan so that we can see what's wrong with you "

Me - "But my stomach hurts so much"

Nurse Betty- "It's ok honey, just drink as much as you can as often as you can. Whenever you finish then we'll go"

So I proceeded to drink four small Dixie cups, very slowly fighting back the nausea, the horrible taste and my tight burning throat. Then suddenly….

"Hmmpf!"

Nurse Tanya to Nurse Betty – "Nurse! She threw it all up."

Nurse Betty came in first with a worried expression until she noticed how much of the Crystal Light I had drank/thrown up. Then she just got plain nasty.

NB – "Come on honey you have to drink more than that, or you'll be here all night. "

Me – "I can't I'm too nauseas"

Nurse Betty stormed out of the room yelling for my doctor. (Conversation outside of the room hear from inside the room) "Doctor! She threw it all up"

Doctor – "Then give her a feeding tube"

Nurse Betty returned with Nurse Tanya in tow carrying a long tube and funnel. Nurse Tanya was much nicer but Slavic and very difficult to understand. She held my hand as Nurse Betty brought the tube to my face. I had to stop her before she chose the wrong nostril, because on top of everything else I had chronic nosebleeds. They proceeded to administer the feeding tube, guiding it up my nose and down my throat then poured the most foul tasting liquid down my throat into my stomach. Of course with the state I was in and the reason I was there in the first place all played a part in what happened next. I threw up the liquid and the feeding tube. Now I was just hunched over my lap leaning into a yellow bin designed to catch all of my vomit holding back tears as the feeding tube was still in my nose, but, now also hanging out of my mouth. Nurse Tanya took pity on me and rubbed circles on my back because let's be honest throwing up a feeding tube isn't easy and more or less very painful. Nurse Betty on the other hand was very annoyed. She felt I was prolonging something that she viewed as very simple. She so kindly left me there with the tube in my nose and hanging out of my mouth in search for the doctor.

NB (conversation from outside of room heard inside room) – "Doctor, she threw up the feeding tube now too!"

The doctor finally expressed interest and walked into my room. Took one look at me and firmly instructed both nurses to pull the tube out. I can't believe it took eight years of medical school to see that you shouldn't leave someone with tubes hanging out of their face but I wasn't one to complain. I was in immense pain, scared and just shaking. The vomiting put a very straining physical toll on me.

(End Flashback)

Jake sat me on my bed and rubbed circles on my back. Thank God Charlie was on a weekend fishing trip with Billy or our current state would be construed as very compromising. Me, in lace panties with matching bras, (courtesy of Alice), and Jake sporting nothing but his Scooby Doo boxers. Good thing Edward wasn't home to see this.

"Come on Bells, do this for me. Humor me. "

"Jake, please. I don't want to. Please can we just lay here? As long as I don't move I'll be fine, it'll pass I promise.

"Really? Because, you're all sweaty, clammy and you're shaking" he said as he gently pulling us back down onto the bed.

"Bella, I'm not into forcing you to do things that you don't want to do." Jake repositioned himself so that he was now hovering over me making sure not to put any of his weight on me. "But, I would feel a lot better and it would give me a piece of mind if you would let me take you. I need to know that you're safe and that you'll be ok".

"She's not going anywhere with you mutt"

Aw, damn!