A/N: Last one for a bit...
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, SM does, I am playing in the sandbox! ENJOY!
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EPOV
To say that each day I fell more in love with Bella is a gross understatement. I'm completely enamored of her. Each day that passes I'm bound tighter to her. The connection we felt on her birthday has morphed into something stronger than concrete. I'm hers as she is mine.
It's just that simple.
However, those ties didn't stop the nightmare I had the night before I took her to chemo. I was in a hospital room, it looked eerily familiar until I looked to the bed and saw the small frail frame of my baby sister. The gauntness of her face coupled with her shallow breathing telling me she was fading.
I reached out to touch her but before my eyes Lizzie is replaced with Bella. My heart stops and I can feel the panic begin to spread throughout my body.
"No, no, no," I chant all watching Bella struggle to breathe. Seconds later the heart monitor screeches with a flat line and I scream.
I wake with a jolt. Sweat is covering my body and my heart is pounding. I look beside me to see Bella sleeping and looking peaceful.
Irrational fear grips me that I'm going to lose her as well. I try to shake the feelings lose, to make them go away, but all I can manage to do is stuff them down.
When I feel in control, I snuggle back under the covers and pull Bella close. I draw in huge gulps of her scent, reminding myself that she is here and alive.
The day of chemo we are both quiet. I replay the words that Kate told me when I had spoken to her about what to expect with Bella and I how I can best help her. She went on to explain all of the routines that Bella has set into place to help her cope.
On the drive home she is even quieter and I know it's because she is feeling nauseous. Kate warned me that the first few treatments after a break hit her hard. When I bring her into her room, she immediately runs to the bathroom to throw up.
I run a cool cloth over her neck and cheek. When she is done, I help her rinse her mouth and tuck her into bed. Kate brings her meds and takes her vitals before leaving me in her care. Over the next several hours, I hold her as she gets sick.
The nagging fear from the dream tries to creep forward, but I push it back, focusing everything on Bella.
She will make it through this. I repeat this over and over until I have no choice but to believe.
A/N: dun dun dun... the storm is brewing... kits at the ready? Hang on.. Thoughts?