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Esme POV
Kitty licked me, bunting my ankles.
"Not now, Kitty," I told her, trying to walk through her. She started meowing. As I ignored her, she just did it louder, becoming more desperate. "What?" I sighed. She walked a few feet and then turned to look at me. "You're lucky my husband likes you," I mumbled. I realised I hadn't seen him in a few hours. She ran over again when I went back to my work, howling this time. "What?!" I asked, exasperated. I couldn't believe I was actually talking to a cat. She cried again and ran toward the door.
She must want to be let out. I followed her to open the door for her. She was too small to use the cat door the Jasper made her.
When I opened it however, she dashed up the stairs. As I started to go back into the kitchen, the yowling started again.
"Oh come on," I grumbled. I went toward her, planning to pick her up and lock her out, despite what Carlisle would say about it.
I would just put up with the cat in my bed tonight.
Every time I went toward her she ran a few more feet, meowing continuously. I growled quietly, frustrated by the ball of fluff. "Kitty, come on Kitty," I coaxed, using my overly happy voce. She continued her little game until we were standing outside my bedroom door, then she ran up and leapt onto the bed.
Finally giving into her cuteness, I went over to lie next to her, remembering that I actually did love her. She let me run my fingers through her snowy-white belly for a few minutes, purring like a train the entire time, before jumping up again. Apparently she thought her game was funny.
This time she went into the bathroom. "Kitty, I'm done with this game," I growled as I pushed open the door. I wasn't really mad, I just wanted to pat her some more.
Instead I got the fright of my life.
Kitty ran up and licked my unconscious husband, her purring suddenly gone. She looked from me to him and back again as if to say 'help him?".
"Carlisle?!" I yelped, rushing to him. He didn't respond. "Can you hear me?" He was a lot warmer than usual. "Sweetie please wake up," I begged him. I didn't know what to do. I didn't think anyone in our house ever thought about what we would do if it was Carlisle that got hurt, him being the doctor we always felt kind of safe.
I could feel my eyes were full of tears I could never cry. "Carlisle…" I whined.
"What's wrong, love?" he asked sleepily. I jumped and then smiled. "Where's Kitty?" He sat up slowly and looked around, apparently not questioning why he was on the bathroom floor.
"I don't know-" Only he would ask that in this situation.
She meowed loudly. He sat up properly and lent against the wall, scooping her up into his arms.
"Why are we down here exactly?" he asked, looking up from the cat to me.
"I think you might have fainted honey," I told him, kneeling in front of him. As I said it I realised he was paler than usual. He glanced around. "We're in the bathroom," I said when he looked confused. He fidgeted with the loose threads on his jeans, a habit Alice despised. I stilled his hands. "What's wrong?"
In reply he quickly shoved the fluff ball off his lap and lent over the toilet. I rubbed his back when he was sick. Kitty licked his hand, purring in comfort. After a minute or so he sat back and patted her again.
"I don't feel very well," he mumbled.
"You don't look very well either," I told him gently. "Although, even if you are sick you are still incredibly cute."
He groaned and it had nothing to do with the fact he was unwell. I laughed.
"Do you want to get off the floor?"
He thought for a moment. "No…not really, I think I might pass out again. Or throw up. Or maybe both at the same time, if that's possible." He laughed nervously. I knew he was trying to make me feel better by making it seem like it wasn't that bad. "Can you," he swallowed hard, "can you take her away please?" he gestured to Kitty who repeatedly tried to climb onto his knee after he pushed her off. Although I was a little surprised, I locked her in the bedroom. She meowed loudly and clawed at the door.
"I think she's worried about you."
He smiled briefly before his body tensed. I squeezed his leg. He whimpered, his discomfort breaking through.
"It's okay sweetie, you're alright." He nodded but looked miserable. Suddenly he gagged, throwing up again. I put my hand against his forehead and pulled it away uncomfortably warm. "Come lie down, I'll get you a bucket." I stood and then offered him my hand to get up. He reluctantly took it and got to his feet. I slowly led him forward but he stopped to lean on the doorframe. Kitty bunted around his feet, reaching up his legs, wanting him to pick her up.
"Sorry puss…" he mumbled. He wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Does you're tummy hurt?" I asked, putting my arms around him. He nodded against me. I felt helpless, not knowing what to do to make him feel better. He started to fall but caught himself. "Come sit down before you fall down again."
By the time we got to the bed, my poor Carlisle was almost in tears.
"Shh, it's okay love," I tried to comfort him. "I'm going to go get a bucket, okay?"
He nodded tiredly, not really awake enough to care. Kitty was on the bed, again with the licking and purring. She kneaded his leg while he stroked her.
When I returned she lay cuddled into his side. I smiled to myself and went and sat next to them. She looked up at me as if to make sure I knew she wasn't moving, that she was guarding my husband and it would be okay.
I couldn't have been more grateful for the little furry creature.