Edward's POV

Sitting in Bella's apartment without her in it was one of the saddest things to do on a Friday night. She wouldn't be back for another hour and already I was thinking of just going to sleep instead of waiting up for her to get home.

I had really wanted to talk to her about what happened yesterday. While I did respect her boundaries, not having sex for nine months can make a man impatient for any kind of sexual activity. So when she proposed we have one night a week where we can take care of ourselves, by ourselves, I was less than excited. I already had my fill of masturbation when I was a teenager. When I explain this to Bella, she figured out a compromise.

We'd spend the night by ourselves, and then the next night we'd talk about what happened. It wasn't nearly as good as actually being there, but it made Bella happy, and it allowed me to imagine her. Fueling the imagination for the next lonely night. And as long as Bella was happy, I was happy.

Bella. My gorgeous girlfriend. Her long brown hair was perfect for running my hands through when she curled next to my side late at night. Her pale, flawless skin that was the softest thing my hands had the privilege to touch. The way she bit her lip and blushed when she talked about pleasing herself, or whenever she was nervous.

But she was never nervous outside of her house. Bella commanded attention and respect when she was working. When she had first hired me to work with Vampire Bites Magazine, I was knocked away with her commanding beauty. I'd stumbled through the last interview just hoping that I could form words that made sense. And from what Bella told be later on, she was just trying to make sure she asked professional questions.

Three months later Bella and I became a serious relationship. And I've never regretted it. Even if there's no sex.

I turned on the TV and changed the channel to TLC, just in time to watch the next episode of What Not To Wear start. I was a sucker for What Not To Wear. I started to get hungry, and helped myself to a quick meal courtesy of Bella's refrigerator. After eating I put the dishes in the sink, not bothering to clean them. I figured as long as Bella wasn't here to remind me, I could get away with being lazy for an hour or so.

I begin to watch as Stacy and Clinton insult a lady's wardrobe, and my stomach begins to make noise. And it begins to get worse. I just ate, no way am I still hungry. And that's when the pain hits. Horrible cramps start in my abdomen, and I double over in pain groaning.

I must have to go to the bathroom. I manage to think clearly through the pain as I stumble my way to the bathroom. The pain in nearly blinding me and I'm starting to see spots. I yank my pants down and am about to sit down when the pain become too much for me to bear, and everything goes black.

~~**oo**~~

I regained consciousness a few minutes later when the smell of my own vomit become too much to bear. I can't open my eyes.

"What the hell?" I say out loud. It's painful to form the words, and they come out as a scratchy whisper. I try and pull my arms out from under me, but I can't do that either. I try to wiggle my fingers, but from what I can tell, they're not moving. At least, I can't feel them moving.

Now that I'm thinking about it, I can't feel anything. And I still can't open my eyes. I try to blink but even that is proving to be too much work for my body.

Suddenly the cramps are back, and if I could see anything, I'm positive I would be seeing spots. I lay on the floor in pain, but an unable to anything other than try and call for help. Obviously no one can hear me, because what feels like an hour later there's still no one knocking at my door.

I'm still clinging onto consciousness when I hear the door open and Bella call my name. I can hear her footsteps entering her house. I can hear her scold me for leaving the dishes out.

And then I can't hear anything, because the pain doubles and I'm not longer there.

~~**oo**~~

Bella POV

Sitting in the ambulance while Edward is strapped to a stretcher was the most nerve racking moment in my life. The paramedics told me he was having multiple seizures. They asked if he had epilepsy. He didn't. They asked if he had diabetes. He didn't. They asked if he was a recovering drug addict. He wasn't.

I could barely tell the paramedics anything though, I was still in shock. My whole body felt numb. They had to treat me at the same time they tried to help Edward.

I finally was able to tell them what I knew. And they rushed him and me to the hospital.

~~**oo**~~

Authors Note:

Sorry this chapter was shorter than the others, But I had to get Edward's point of view in there. And there's only so much perspective one can give when they're unconscious!

Come back tomorrow for the Next Chapter.

This whole, one chapter a day thing is working out well for you all huh? I'm just trying to make sure I stay ahead of you all.