A/N: Ready for the storm? Tissues, blankies, trash cans.. we all set? Hold on!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, SM does, I am playing in the sandbox! ENJOY!

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BPOV

There is a part of me that wants to recoil from Edward as I hurl into the barf bucket. But the bigger part of me that is pissed at this disease, says let him see what I really go through. There is no way to sugar coat my life. It is what it is; he can take it or leave it.

Yet with all that, there is an indescribable pleasure I get each time I open my eyes and I see him there. His very presence sets my mind at ease and I can just focus on getting through the day. The steady way he cares for me endears him to me all that more.

When I wake up the next day and he's not there, I throw a frantic look at Kate.

"I made him go home to rest. He told me to tell you he will see you today." I nod.

An hour later as I am nibbling on some toast and watching movies when Edward comes back. The smile he gives me warms me all over. He sits on my bed and cups my face.

"How are you feeling today? Were you able to rest?" I can see the concern on his face and I truly start to realize how much he does care for me.

"A little. We are seeing if I can keep down some toast and juice." When I'm hit with a sudden wave of nausea, I hear his soothing voice helping me to breathe through it.

His soft calming touches on my back grounds me and I use it as my focus as I struggle not to throw up. When it passes, he pulls me closer to him.

"Good girl. Take it nice and easy."

His steady presence over the next two chemo appointments goes a long way to waylay any fears and concerns I may have letting Edward help me. He is attentive, caring, gentle and loving. Never once did he flinch as I vomited, instead he cleaned up after me.

Even Kate, who took awhile to warm up to him, started singing his praises. Between the two of them, I'm never left alone and my every need is seen too. I felt myself growing closer and closer to him. So much so, that I wanted to ask him to come to my doctor appointment in three weeks.

Yet, each time I try to ask him, I clam up and the fear of what I may hear overwhelms me. No matter how much I think I love him, I just couldn't bear it if he heard bad news. No, I would go by myself and if it was good news, I would shout it to the roof tops. But if it is bad, well, I may have to find some way to let him go.

A/N: Do you agree with Bella? Thoughts, love to hear them!