Stephanie Meyer owns the characters, but I'm still allowed to play with them aren't I?

BPOV

Jacob decided no to speak until we were almost at the LaPush Hospital, probably just to insure that Edward wouldn't hear him.

"What the hell was that?" he yelled.

"What?" Though I don't think playing dumb is really going to work.

"Don't what me! I can't lie to Edward," he said as he turned into the hospital.

"Oh, since when do you care about lying to Edward?" I really was curious, if anyone I would think that he would get a kick out of keeping Edward in the dark.

"I don't care about Edward, I don't like being caught off guard like that. I can't even think of a lie because he'll know right away." He said as he opened my door.

"How did you keep it from him anyway? I asked as I unbuckled my seatbelt.

"I kept reciting the Quileute alphabet then some tribal nursery rhymes," he said as he practically carried me into the ER.

"Don't do that anymore, he's really smart and he'll eventually pick it up then you'll be screwed".

Jake walked me directly to the triage. A tanned woman with a tight bun was sitting behind the desk.

"Hi, my friend here had an allergic reaction to dinner this evening." The woman looked over at me a little surprised but she quickly recovered. Guess you don't get a lot of pale faces in here.

"Ok, please fill out this paperwork and we'll be right with you" she said handing me a clipboard with three sheets each asking for detailed information on my medical history. I sat across from Jake so he couldn't read my paperwork. He would find out the details soon enough, but I didn't need a fight in the waiting room.

Sure enough I hand back the paperwork and the admitting nurse reads it and ushers us into a room right away. Another nurse comes in and takes my vitals and proceeds to put on three hospital bracelets. One bracelet has my information on it; the second is orange one and then a purple one. Now I know what they're for but Jake doesn't, so guess who decides to play twenty questions?

Jake to the nurse, "what's the orange and purple ones for?"

The nurse turns to Jake, her reaction revealing that she didn't really pay attention to him when she first walked in because she seemed a little too eager to share my personal information.

"Well the orange one alerts staff to her allergies and the purple is so we know that she's on medication" she beamed at Jake.

She turned to me and said "Ok Isabella you're a little dehydrated so we're going to give you an IV of saline solution." She turned back around to get the needle ready and to smile at Jake.

Before she was done my doctor walked in. He greeted the nurse and introduced himself with my folder in his hand.

"Hello, I'm doctor Weiner." Jake snorted and tried to cover it with a cough, yeh so obvious. The doctor smiled and just said yep my name is Richard Weiner but you can call me Richie".

"Or Dr. Dick" Jake muttered so only I could hear him but I still glared at him.

"So Isabella tell me, what brings you in here tonight?"

"Well doctor", I began hesitantly, I'm still not excited about Jake knowing everything and by the end of this visit he will, "my friend and I went to dinner at this new Asian Fusion place in Port Angeles. I let him order for me and apparently he ordered me Thai food". I paused waiting for the doctor to respond. He didn't he just nodded knowingly and proceeded to make notes in my new folder, "I started to feel sick halfway through dinner and asked to be taken home, where I proceeded to get a fever, then chills, they alternated and I threw up."

The doctor frowned at me then said "Isabella, did you know that Thai food is made with peanut oil?"

I shook my head "not until Jake looked it up when we got back to my house" I said honestly.

"Did you take anything?" he asked.

At this question I seriously blushed. I had let Jake give me pepto bismol and I knew from past experience that in doing so I would only make things worse, but I was too afraid of alerting Jake of the real underlying problem. So I took it and of course that only made everything that much worse. My medical history is too extensive for me to play dumb with this doctor and when I tell him he's either going to have me committed for insanity or he's going to yell at me in front of Jake that will not lead to a good conversation when we get home.

I nodded my head in response praying that he wouldn't ask me what I took, but then again he wouldn't be a good doctor if he didn't.

"What did you take?" he question noticing my blush. The way he asked that let me know that he knew I wasn't going to say anything good.

"Pepto Bismol", I said in a small voice, totally embarrassed and waiting for the wrath that would ensue.

The doctor's eyes went wide and I heard a sudden intake of breath before he said calmly, "Isabella, I see here that you have a hiatal hernia." I just nodded to that too, "then I do believe that you are aware that pepto bismol is the worst thing for you to be taking?" I nodded at that too.

The doctor let out a sharp breath through his nose, he didn't even know me and he was disappointed in the way I responded to this whole situation. Jake being Jake decided to ask more questions.

"What's a hiatal hernia?"

So the doctor proceeded to show Jake a diagram of how a hiatal hernia is a protrusion of the upper part of the stomach into the esophagus through a tear in the diaphragm, Jake's eyes wide the whole time.

Looking at me Jake asked, "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Sometimes, like right now" I answered without looking at him.

Then the doctor asked another million-dollar question, "Why were you prescribed donnatal?" and Jake looked at me with his inquisitive expression.

I sighed this is getting worse, "The lining of my stomach is enflamed"

"Mmmhmm, I see", he said. I was silently praying that that would be all he would say but of course the Gods were not done conspiring against me.

"Ok, so you're here because you had an allergic reaction to this evenings dinner, coupled with your other ailments, I'd say that you're in a lot of pain right now, am I correct?" he asked with his arms around his chest.

Over the past two years being under the watchful eye of Edward, Alice, Jasper and Jake I've become pretty good at masking my pain. So, though my initial reaction was to say no I gave in to my genuine feelings and simply nodded my head.

"Ok, I'm going to give you a small prescription of codeine, but it's just until tonight's pain subsides. I suggest you visit your gastroenterologist then your allergist. I'm also going to give you samples of aciphex to ease the pain the vomiting may have caused your throat. Now head home and take it easy, for now. I'm sure you must be exhausted. " The doctor patted my shoulder and walked out.

Jake and I sat in silence for a few minutes waiting for my saline solution to finish before a nurse would come and detach me. Jake looked a combination of surprised, hurt and scared. I knew that this was a lot for him to take in. As much as I wanted to ignore everything I knew that he would want to talk about it, and I knew here wasn't going to be the place to do it.

After twenty minutes the nurse came in and smiled at me. "Well, looks like we're all done here and the color has come back to your lips. Dr. Weiner has given my your samples to give to you. Feel better Isabella", she said with a smile as Jake and I left my room in silence.

The ride out of La Push was filled with tension. I was going to ask if he intended to call Edward to come and pick me up but I knew by the look on his face that all would be revealed when we saw Edward. I knew where he was going by the direction that we were taking, we were going to the Cullen's. Great that's all I need, letting a house full of vampires know that I'm not just a weak human that their prodigious son fell in love with, but I'm also a sick weak human that their son fell in love with.

Panic started to rise in my chest as I thought that. Would Edward still love me the same if he knew I wasn't 100%? He doesn't treat me like an equal now, will he continue to love me or just take pity on me? Will he use this as an excuse not to change me? I mean really who wants to change a sick lying human that they'll have to live with forever. I can't believe this, Edwards going to leave me for lying to him for so long and for being even weaker that he initially assumed.

Now panicking is not something that I should ever be doing because it restricts my chest and makes the hernia hurt more. Being that I was already in pain from these evening's events it hurt worse and I started to hyperventilate. Jake pulled over to the side of the road and pulled me close to him.

"Calm down Bella. Calm down. " He said whilst rubbing my back.

I tried to breathe in through my mouth and out of my nose after what seemed like forever I pulled away from his embrace. Then Jake started to talk.

"Look I know having these many things wrong with you can't be easy for you, but you do know that Edward and I love you right?" He asked as he looked into my eyes.

I breathed deeply before responding, "I know, I do, but it's just….do we have to let everyone know that I'm sick. I mean I'm already the weak human I just don't want things to get worse."

"Look I'll be there with you, we'll explain everything that happened tonight then we'll come to some sort of agreement with how best to handle this." He said like he could control a house full of vampires, especially one as controlling and paranoid as Edward.

I agreed but was desperately trying to figure out a way to keep things how they've been. I know that with Edward and Carlisle's medical background they're going to go overboard with everything. My diet, my activities, my medication I can just hear the click of the locks as Edward puts me on lock down for the rest of the summer.

Jake proceeded to drive down the road until I showed him the secret turn to the Cullen's driveway. The closer we got the more nervous I became. I so desperately tried to control my breathing. As we pulled up to the house on the porch stood my own personal god. I'm sure he could hear my erratic heartbeat from a mile away. Before I could do anything else he had already opened my door and pulled me out hugging me gently. Despite the gentle embrace my stomach was still incredibly sore from the vomiting so I flinched, just like I did earlier in my room. I was going to have some serious explaining to do before Edward started assuming that I didn't want him to touch me anymore.

Edward glared at Jake before saying, "We've got it from here, Bella's in good hands." With that he started to lead me away from Jake's car.

"Not so fast Cullen, Bella and I need to have a talk with you and your family," Jake said as he walked up to the front door. This is not going to be good.