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Chapter Fourteen
Forgotten

The room was still. All eyes were on me, while my own eyes looked to where the little ghost boy was pointing.

"There," the boy repeated anxiously.

I looked across the room, but I couldn't decide whom he was pointing at. Carlisle, Esme and Edward were standing together and it was hard to tell who he meant.

"Esme?" I whispered in question, since he was pointing closer to her than any of the others. I felt the whole room go ice cold and my heart skipped a beat to everyone's reaction. It didn't matter who this boy was pointing to I knew that it was going to be a big deal for all. This boy had been hanging around a long time, it was no wonder he was so powerful.

No one had moved since I had spoken, and the only sound in the room was my breathing.

"Is Esme your family?" I asked when the boy didn't say anything.

I looked over to Esme, and if I had to guess I would have thought she had gone into shock. I tore my eyes away from her as Carlisle wrapped his arms around her waist. Words seemed to fail him as he too, along with everyone else, stared at me.

The little boy looked up at me, too, his eyes looked even more lost than before and he looked as if he was going to cry. "No," he whispered. "Him. He forgot me. He is my family."

The boy pointed again, and finally I understood who he meant. My eyes locked with Edwards intense ones and I suddenly forgot everyone in the room.

"Edward," I whispered so softly that I could barely hear myself say it. "Edward is your family?" Finally I looked over to the boy and now more than ever I wished someone else could see him as well.

After what seemed like a life time, the boy nodded. "I have been earthbound since 1906," said the boy looking at Edward. "He is my twin brother."

"What is he saying?" Alice asked but her voice sounded distant. My legs were starting to feel like Jell-O, so I sat down on the sofa.

"Bella?" Edward knelt down at my knees and gazed into my eyes. "Bella, what did you mean when you asked if I am his family?"

My eyes slid from Edwards, over to the little boy. "The boy…he said that you are his twin brother…"

I looked at Edward with bated breath, the light in his eyes went out and if it was possible, he went even paler and his lips tightened. "Impossible," he said flatly. "I was an only child."

"Are you sure, Bella?" Carlisle asked me from across the room. "I knew Edward when he was human, and he was an only child."

"I died when we were five," said the boy, who was now sitting right next to me. "Our mom separated us when I got ill, she didn't want Edward to get sick too, but I died before I got to see him again."

"What is he saying? I can feel so much energy in the room but I can't feel specific emotions from him," Jasper said as he moved closer to the sofa where we were. Jasper stood beside Edward, right next to where the boy was sitting.

"Edward, he is saying that he died when you were five. He got sick and your mom separated you both so you wouldn't get sick, too," I explained softly. "Do you not remember anything?"

Edward was staring into space like he was trying to concentrate on something really hard. "Carlisle?" he asked stiffly.

"I…it's possible," said Carlisle slowly, still unsure. "You were only little when he died, and when you died you were very sick, and you only clutched on to recent memories…it's possible that your brother had faded from your mind, but it wouldn't have been intentional."

"Faded from my mind?" Edward asked fiercely. "I don't have a twin…I didn't have a twin! I don't know what the boy is saying; he is wrong!" Edward got up and quickly moved away from me.

"I am not lying!" the boy shouted but only I could hear him. "I have been with him all his life and not once did he mention me, he hates me!"

The boy got up and suddenly everything in the room began to rattle again.

"No, he doesn't hate you," I shouted above the noise. The Cullen's were on high alert again but no one moved from where they were. "He doesn't remember you, but it doesn't mean he hates you."

How awful it must have been for the boy. He was at an age where everything was black and white and there was no in between. Therefore, either Edward loved him or hated him, or since Edward never talked about him it seems obvious to the boy that he must have hated him.

"Edward, please, try to remember. It's important," I said to Edward who was standing by the window. Edward didn't move or even turn around.

All of a sudden the large south window began to rattle violently, as if there was a hurricane passing.

"What is your name?" I shouted to the boy. I needed information, anything, to help Edward remember his brother.

The boy was staring at Edward, his green eyes narrowing. "Henry!" he yelled but didn't look at me. "My name is Henry Masen!"

"I can feel his anger," said Jasper suddenly. "I have never felt anything like it!"

While Jasper looked fascinated, the others looked wary. They couldn't see or feel what Jasper and I could, and being around the unknown seemed to make them on edge.

"Remember already, Edward! I am starting to get freak out!" Emmett yelled above the noise, as he stood guard in front of the large flat screen that was rattling against the wall on the floor.

"I don't remember! I don't remember anything from when I was five!" Edward yelled back in frustration.

"Henry," I said as I walked over to Edward. "His name is Henry. He has beautiful green eyes and his hair is as messy as yours, but a darker shade of bronze, it's almost bordering brown. If I look closely I can see the obvious similarities in you both, but to help him you need to help yourself remember."

"I don't have a brother!" Edward insisted but his tone was softer now.

"Yes you do," I took his hand and squeezed it as tight as I could. "His name is Henry Masen and he has been with you your entire life."

Edwards' eyes flared. "How did you…how did you know my human surname?"

"He must have told her, son," Carlisle said as he joined us by the window, which was still shaking with Henry's rage. "Try and remember."

Edward let go of my hand and shook his head. His normally liquid topaz eyes were solid now. "I'm sorry…but I can't do this!" Edward turned away from me, strode past his family and headed for the front door.

Just as Edward reached the door, I suddenly felt very faint. My throat felt as though it was closing, I couldn't seem to get much air. My eyes felt heavy and tired and the world spun before me. I decided I better sit down to catch my breath, but before I could take a step, pain rippled through my stomach and I was crippled in agony.

"Ed…Ed…Ed…ward…"

EPOV

"I'm sorry, but, I just can't, it's impossible," I uttered and turned away from Bella. I tried to block everyone's thoughts as I walked past them, and decided to go for a run. Running always cleared my head. A run would feel like the human equivalent of downing alcohol, and that was exactly what I needed right now.

Don't go, Edward… Esme pleaded with me. Just stay and try and remember…

I didn't look her in the eye as I passed her. I heard a sigh coming from her lips but as I reached the front door, I realized that it was Alice who had made the noise. I stopped in my tracks and froze on the spot. I watched as Alice's vision played out…

Confusion…panic…blood…

Bella's mouth caked in her own blood, her skin almost transparent and her lifeless body being pressed by my iron hands. Up and down. Up and down. Then Crack…her bones crunch from under me… "It's not real," I whisper, my voice strangled. "She said it wasn't real…"

The vision faded and everything in my world stopped spinning along with it.

"Ed…Ed…Ed…ward."

Across the room Bella's breathing had become labored and the blood from her face was draining.

"No!" I yelled as I raced to catch her. Before she hit the ground, I cradled Bella in my arms. "Carlisle, it's going to happen again!" I shouted as I scooped up Bella and hurried over to the sofa. I looked up to see where Carlisle was, but he had already gone to get his medical bag.

"Alice, do you see anything else?"

Alice knelt by Bella's head, but didn't say anything. Blood…

Her thoughts were on Bella's blood from the vision and I got defensive instantly and hissed at her. "Don't even think about it!" I found myself saying but realized quickly that she wasn't afraid that she was going to be affected by any blood that was spilled.

"Out!" Alice yelled abruptly. "Everyone out!" I looked around to see the rest of the family looking on warily."Please, everyone trust me and go!" She pulled Jasper with her towards the door.

As soon as the door closed behind the rest of my family, Bella's eyes opened wide and fear glossed through them. She sucked in a frightened breath and started to choke. Suddenly, without warning, blood came spitting out, and when she leaned over the sofa, a fountain of blood spilled on the floor.

I held her until she was done, despite the mouth-watering scent of her blood clawing at my nose and throat. When Carlisle finally came downstairs, it was then that I realized the rattling in the room had stopped

"Where is he?" I asked Carlisle frantically.

"Who?"

"The boy…Henry!" I looked around but it was hopeless, I couldn't see spirits and Bella was not in any state to help.

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter now; we need to help Bella," said Carlisle. The front door opened and I looked up to see Alice slip inside.

"It's okay; I am under control…besides I have been around Bella's blood before." She reminded me of when Bella was sick the other day at the hospital.

I turned my attention back to Bella who was lying down on the sofa. I could hear how weak Bella's heart had become. Her breathing was very labored and her pale complexion gave her the look of death.

"Bella?" I whispered hoping she could hear me. Laying my hand on her forehead, I could feel how hot her skin burned. "She is burning up…" I looked to Carlisle. "She needs the hospital," I tried to block out Carlisle's thoughts as I wipe Bella's blood away from her mouth with my sleeve. "We can phone her father on the way," I said as I pick Bella up gently. "It's going to be okay," I whispered to her as I cradled her against my chest.

"Edward…"

"You don't have anything for her here; she needs to go to the hospital," I said before Carlisle could say anything else. "Alice, can you start the car?" I stepped around Carlisle but before I reached the door he stepped in front of me.

"Edward, you can't take her back to the hospital," he said gently as he moved his arm to block my way.

"Yes I can," I replied firmly as I tried to side step him. "I have to; she is going to get worse and…" I couldn't finish, I couldn't think about what would happen if Bella didn't get help.

"She isn't really ill, Edward. And if we take her back, questions are going to be raised and suspicion might arise," Carlisle tried to lead me away from the door. "She said it herself, it wasn't real last time. She was sick, we saw that but she wasn't really ill and her life wasn't really in danger."

"You don't know that, Carlisle," I was trying not to lose my temper. "You didn't see Alice's vision. You didn't see Bella's heart stop for the second time in under two days!"

Carlisle had never denied anyone medical attention and it was against everything he stood for to not help Bella. "Okay. You're right. Of course," Carlisle said, digging through his medical bag.

I will check her before we go, he thought.

Hesitantly, I laid Bella back down on the sofa so he could examine her. Her eyes were scrunched shut, as if she was in pain, but I could tell she was still conscious. Her heart was very erratic and her lungs sound weak. I kneeled down by her and stroked her face softly. Alice stood at the foot of the sofa with a looked of frustration. I didn't say anything, but watched several possible futures, that came and went at the blink of an eye. Nothing was certain, but so far her first vision was the worst.

Carlisle kneeled beside me and started manually checking Bella's vitals. As he was checking her pupil dilation, Bella started to choke.

I placed my hands on her cheeks but she was unresponsive to my touch or even my body temperature. Her eyes are wide open now but glazed red, and sweat was pouring down her face.

"Help her sit up," instructed Carlisle. "It will help her breathe."

With Alice's help, I cradled Bella like a child and held her up so she was vertical while sitting on the sofa. I soothed her and told her it was going to be okay while Carlisle set various needles aside.

"I am going to draw blood and put a cannula in, then we can take her to the hospital," he said as he put a tourniquet around Bella's arm. "Bella, if you can hear me, I am just going to draw some blood. Try and keep still."

Bella started to float in and out of consciousness while Carlisle drew blood from her and she barely flinched when the needle stuck her arm. As Carlisle finished, Bella flopped in my arms and started to shake violently. Alice let go of Bella straight away and almost crashes through the front door to get out so she could fetch the car.

"Carlisle!" My voice was strangled as I tried to hold on to Bella.

"It's just a fit, it will pass…" Carlisle stood by us, unsure. It was highly unusual for him to second guess himself and it worried me. "I don't know how to treat this," he admitted. "Last time we treated the symptoms and just let it run its course because we couldn't find the cause. All her organs failed but it didn't make medical sense. Then Bella said it was a ghost - your brother. He was the one that made her sick last time, by projecting how he died. But how did he die?" he wondered out loud.

I looked away and didn't answer. I didn't have a brother. I would have remembered something like that, yet I had no recollection of having any siblings when I was human.

In my arms Bella finally stopped shaking and groaned softly. Her eyes fluttered open briefly but then rolled back in her head.

"It's okay, Bella," I soothed as I laid her down so she was more comfortable.

"Edward, you are the key to helping her," Carlisle said touching my shoulder. "She isn't really sick, we both know that, but it doesn't mean she is getting better any time soon. Your brother is angry and he is taking it out on Bella. You need to remember; it's the only way."

"I know," I groaned. I didn't know what else to say because I didn't remember. It was my fault Bella was suffering and it hurt to see her in such pain.

Outside I saw through Alice's mind and I watched as she started my Volvo and revved the engine. I gently picked up Bella and cradled her to my chest, but as I moved towards the door, I felt movement in my arms.

"No," Bella whispered weakly. "No hospitals."

I wiped sweat off her face and tucked her hair out of her eyes and said, "You have to, you're sick."

"No hospitals!" her voice was a little stronger, more demanding. "Too many questions."

I looked up expecting to see Carlisle but I saw Alice instead. "Her mind is made up," she said gently. "I don't see us at the hospital," on seeing my expression, Alice shook her head. "Edward, she will be okay, just like before."

It scared me to hear Bella's heart slow down so suddenly, and I felt like running to the hospital with her despite what everyone else said. She needed help, whether she was sick or not and I didn't want to put her life in danger on the basis that she might or might not be sick.

"Please," Bella whispered softly, her breath catching. "Please, let me stay here. No hospitals."

Against my better judgment I placed Bella on the sofa.

"Now what?" I asked Carlisle. I already knew the answer and I was not sure I even wanted to hear it out loud.

"We wait."

I had spent most of my life waiting, but watching those minutes pass by was like hell on earth. The minutes went by slowly; yet Bella remained the same. Carlisle cleaned up Bella's blood that she threw up, while Alice sat cross legged on the end of the sofa by Bella, and kept her mind in the future.

Carlisle checked her temperature every ten minutes and I focused on her heartbeat and breathing. We helped Bella without communicating to one another - Alice placed a fan by Bella's head when her fever spiked, and I wiped the sweat off her face with a damp cloth when it was needed. Carlisle monitored Bella closely but I could see for myself that there was no change.

"She has been unconscious for almost half an hour now…" I said breaking the silence.

"She just went to sleep," Carlisle responded.

"She will be okay, Edward. She isn't getting better but she isn't getting worse," Alice said distantly. Her mind was still in the future but I hadn't been keeping track of her visions.

My mind ran through the events of Tuesday, when Bella got ill the first time. It happened so fast and my mind was on auto pilot. Bella was slipping away right in front of my eyes and I couldn't do anything about it, but now, I knew that it was all on me to get her well again.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I can't remember, and this is my entire fault." I had never felt so guilt stricken. "I would do anything to make it better. Anything." I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. As my lips touch her burning skin I froze...

Everything was fuzzy. I could barely see and I felt as if I was spinning on the spot. Everything hurt and I felt too weak to even move. Something touched my hand and squeezed tight. "Hold on, Edward, and fight," I heard the soft warm voice whisper in my ear.

"Mom?" my voice didn't even sound like mine any more, it was more of a strangled cough.

"Yes, it's me darling," she replied. "Just keep fighting my little love." Despite the fact that I could hardly speak or even move, I could hear that mom's voice was not as strong as I remembered. My heart fluttered as I knew it meant she was sick too.

"Oh, mom," I croaked as tears stung my eyes. "I am so sorry." She had caught the flu from me.

"Hush, save your strength, darling," she murmured. Kissing me on the forehead to check my temperature, and she breathed in. "Your father and Henry are looking over us, we'll be fine." I heard the sadness in her voice. And the doubt….

"Edward?" Alice touched me on the shoulder and I jumped back to life.

"I remember," I whispered. "Henry. My brother…twin brother."

There was a collective sigh from both Alice and Carlisle.

"I don't remember everything, but Bella is right - I do have a brother. He died when I…we were five…" But I didn't remember much else.

"What did he die of?" asked Carlisle. He had been going through several theories in his mind, but only two stood out; Spanish Influenza and TB.

"I don't know," I said, listening to his thoughts. "Henry died in 1906; the Spanish flu didn't hit us until the year I died. Do you really think that it could be TB?"

"Bella's symptoms fit, especially from Tuesday. Tuberculosis wasn't uncommon back then and I knew that the symptoms seemed familiar but I didn't think of Tuberculosis straight away, why would I?" asked Carlisle while he checked Bella's temperature again.

"It's getting higher," he mused. "She needs fluids. I can run to the hospital for some saline?"

I looked at Alice to see what she saw, but she shrugged. "You haven't made the decision so I don't know yet," she said as more uncertain visions flickered through her mind.

"Okay," I agreed. I knew that Bella could really die if she doesn't get fluids. She might not be ill but she has a real fever, and that means she will be dehydrated.

"I will be as quick as possible, and I will pick up a few other things as well," Carlisle said as he dug through his medical bag again. "I will administer some pain meds for her before I go, as she will be in pain," he inserted a needle and syringe into a small glass bottle before sticking the needle in Bella's cannula. "The morphine will probably act as a sedative. She won't wake for awhile now. If she gets worse, phone me, and I will be over as quick as possible," Carlisle said. "I will phone the others and let them know what is going on."

When the front door closed, I stroked Bella's cheek while I watched her sleep. I could smell the morphine already making its way through her system and I was glad that she was not in any pain; I just wished I knew what was going on.

It was so quite, only Bella's labored breathing and stuttering heart could be heard, which made me feel on edge.

"What are you thinking?" Alice asked interrupting the silence. I paused for a second and raised my eyebrows. I looked up to see Alice grinning. "What's the matter Mr. Cullen? You hear every single thought in my head but I can't ask you what you are thinking?"

"Touché." I tried to smile but it felt unnatural.

"Well?" Alice threw a couch pillow at me. I knew it was coming but I didn't bother catching it, and it bounced off my head and landed on the floor with a flump.

"Everything," I said as I closed my eyes momentarily. "I am thinking about everything. Bella, my…brother." The word stuck on my tongue awkwardly. "My mom, my dad…"

I hadn't thought about my human parents in a long while and now I had a human brother to think about. A brother that I had forgotten and now he thought I didn't care about him and on top of that he was angry and causing the girl I loved pain.

"What a mess." Alice took the words out of my mouth. I nodded in agreement but didn't comment.

We sat in silence, waiting. I continued to stroke Bella's cheek softly and tried to think of what I could do to make this all better. I couldn't see Henry, but maybe I could speak to him.

"Henry?" I called suddenly. Feeling ridiculous, I looked around the living room, which had never looked so big before. Alice looked around, too, but of course neither of us could see anything.

"Maybe we should copy what they do on the TV? You know, call out or something?" Alice suggested. I stared at her, bemused, but she wasn't joking.

"Why not? It might work." Alice got up from the sofa walked around the room. "Henry? If you can hear me, can you show me a sign?"

If this were under any other circumstance I would laugh, although I imagined that when Emmett got wind of this he would laugh himself silly.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Edward, and try and communicate with your brother!" My sister gritted her teeth and yanked me off the floor. "Go on, say something," Alice demanded as she poked me in the ribs.

"What I am supposed to say?" I wondered out loud.

"Anything. Just…whatever. It will help Bella…" she reminded me.

I took a breath and called, "Henry? It's me…Edward, your…brother." We waited but nothing happens.

"Maybe he isn't here," Alice said, looking disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Henry," I said from the heart. "I really am, but I can't talk to you if you don't make Bella better. I know you don't mean it, but you are making her sick. I want to talk to you but I want Bella well again first. Can you do that for me? Can you help me get her better?"

Both Alice and I stood frozen in the middle of the living room. It was so unnerving waiting and the fact that I couldn't see if there was a ghost in the room or not was frustrating.

"Try throwing something to see if he throws it back," suggested Alice, shrugging.

"This is not the television, Alice – this is real life!" I snapped as if she was not taking it seriously.

"Henry?" I called again. "Henry, please, I am sorry, I am, but Bella is very sick."

Everything in the room began to shake and rattle again and I sighed in relief that he was actually there. But my relief was short lived when I heard Bella choking. I sprinted to Bella's side and realized that the room was not the only one shaking. I looked down to see Bella's eyes wide open, but unseeing. She looked to the side of me blankly.

"Please…" she choked. "Stop!" Her eyes rolled back in her head and she whimpered.

"Bella? Bella…"

Before I could do anything, blood came gushing out of her mouth and down my shirt. She choked and sputtered; I rolled her over to the side so she didn't swallow any blood.

"Alice!" I yelled. I didn't look over, but I could distinctively hear her on the phone to Carlisle.

I tried to sooth Bella with calming words while rubbing her back, but I felt utterly useless. Her skin was hot, even to my icy skin and she was shaking. I could hear how weak her heart was, and I was on the verge of sweeping her up and rushing her to the hospital.

Bella stopped heaving, so I laid her back on the couch and wiped her mouth. Her eyes were closed but I could tell she was awake.

"Are you in pain?" I murmured in her ear. There was a long pause, and then she nodded her head a fraction.

"The fever must have burned the morphine out of her system," said Alice. "I can't smell it anymore; do you think it is safe to give her more?"

"Five milligrams should be okay," I murmured, as I recalled my medical training, which seemed a distant blur right now. Alice prepared the morphine and handed me the syringe to administer.

Sweeping her cheek I whispered, "I am going to take the pain away."

I stuck the needle in the cannula and injected the morphine into her blood stream.

Since everything in the room had stopped rattling, I wondered if Henry had gone.

I was about to convey my thoughts to Alice, when I noticed that she was standing at the far end of the room and not breathing.

"Oh, sorry, Alice," I said quickly. "You can go; you don't need to be around the blood." Even though it was all over me, Bella's blood hadn't affected me at all.

Alice shook her head. "No, it's okay, it's just starting to become overpowering now," she said holding her hand to her nose.

I didn't contradict her; I would know if it become too much for her.

Less than a minute had passed since I injected Bella with more morphine when, suddenly, she bolted up and gasped for breath, looking around her frantically. She finally locked eyes with me. "Help!" she breathed, her eyes full of fear. Her heart rocketed but her lungs struggled to move. Before I could do anything to help, Bella flopped back on the sofa.

"Her heart…" my voice faltered as I listened to the loud thuds in her chest became weaker.

"The hospital, she needs to go to…"

"It's too late," Alice said weakly. "You can't move her. You won't get there in time…"

My eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, Edward. I know it's not real but somehow…" Alice stopped as we both listen to Bella's heart stutter.

"It's not real!" I bellowed furiously. "She isn't really ill." I tried to convince myself but I sounded hollow.

"I can't lose her," I yelled. "I can't, Alice, I love her!"

Alice stood at the opposite end of the room but didn't say anything. I didn't know what was real anymore and I couldn't stand around doing nothing. It was not supposed to be real but I could hear her heart faltering. If this was all Henry's doing, then he was killing the girl I loved and suddenly I felt my anger burn through me like wild fire.

"Stop this!" I roared as I got up. "Stop this now, Henry! You have had your games, you have shown what you can do but it's enough now! Just stop it and leave Bella alone!"

Bella's heart faltered even more and when she started shaking violently on the sofa again, I saw red.

"You are mad at me!" I snarled. "Stop this right now, or I will never forgive you!"

Then I realized that Henry was only five and me screaming at him was only going to fuel his rage. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "I am sorry," I said calmly. "But please, Henry, please stop. I love her and I have never felt like this towards anyone and if I was to lose her…" I bent down back to Bella's level and held her until she stopped shaking. Her heart was so weak and she was struggling to breathe. With every fibre of my being was breaking with each stutter of her heart. I knew I had to make it up to Henry quickly; otherwise Alice's vision was going to be very real. I ripped my gaze from Bella and looked around the room.

"I am so sorry that I forgot you but I didn't do it on purpose." My voice faltered again, so I took a deep breath. "We can talk, but first, I am begging you, please stop this. Bella could die and I would have nothing."

I waited for a reply but Bella fell limp in my arms and her body temperature dropped to match mine. I shook her gently. "Bella, sweetheart…?" I laid her back down on the sofa. Her heart was forcing it's self to beat so I helped it.

Gently pushing on her chest, up and down, to tried and get it working harder again.

"Henry, please!" I begged as I pushed my hands gently over her heart trying to keep it going. "I can't lose her. I love her…"

I hope that chapter was okay for you guys. I wasn't happy with it and I felt it was rushed but I hope it hasn't come across that way when reading it.

There is still a lot to come in this story, but due to college I am finding it hard to make the time so I will have the next chapter out when I can.

Thanks for reading!