If anyone wants to know, I had an awesome birthday. When we come home from Norway, I get to pick out a laptop I want, (the laptop´s I got is from school, and it´s got some studentsystem that´s slowing down- if not crashing the whole thing). Which is so great! And…. I´m not gonna write the whole story, but if you wanna know more about my 18:th birthday, PM me.
Oh, and at new year´s eve in this story there is a sentence that says J´s having a panic attack from the cold. It was supposed to be asthma attack.
"Come on Jamie…. Where are you…" as soon as I picked up Jamie´s scent, I started running human speed on the forest- road that led from our driveway. It was still hard picking up her scent because of the storm, but I soon picked it up, until I saw a shaking figure in a pile of snow.
Jamie pov
I had stopped trying to loosen my leg from all the snow. It was pointless, I was tired, I was cold, and soon I could barely breathe, and of course, and of course, I had left the inhaler at home, so I collapsed in the snow, trying to breathe as slowly and deep I could.
I managed to get a hang of my breathing, but after laying in the snow, I was soon both wet and really cold. I was getting tired, but I knew I couldn´t fall asleep here, who knows what would happen if I did. But the cold was almost unbearable, that´s when I heard steps. I had to say something, but before I could gather enough energy to raise my voice, Carlisle was next to me, and kneeled down.
"Carlisle?" I mumbled. "I´m stuck." He pulled up my legs of the snow, I groaned when he started with the right one, as my ankle hurt.
"What is it sweetie?" Carlisle was right there again. "Where does it hurt?"
My ankle." Carlisle didn´t even take a look at it.
"I`ll take a look at it, now it´s important that we´ll get you warm." He pulled off his own jacket and pulled it around me, then he lifted me up.
Carlisle pov
On the way back home, I didn´t care about running in normal- human speed, I needed to bring Jamie home as soon as possible. And the only ones that could see me, where the few peoples living on this street, and if they could see me through the snow, I would be gone before they had the time to take a closer look, and they were just going to assume that they had seen some more snow or something like that.
Even though it only took a couple of minutes, it felt like it took way too long before we reached our house. When I came inside the door, and downstairs, I started giving the others orders.
"Esme, make hot chocolate, we gotta get some hot fluid in Jamie… Alice, you know these blankets with heating coins in them?" Alice nodded. "Drive to the nearest supermarket and see if you can find one of those. Edward, get that hot- water- bottle. Rosalie, go to her wardrobe, pick out the warmest clothes you can find. Bella, you help Rosalie get the clothes on her. All of you others…" I laid Jamie down in the sofa in the family room, due to the fireplace. This was the warmest place in the house. ":.. The rest of you…. Out." I walked to get my bag while the girls changed Jamie´s wet clothes to warm, dry ones. When I came back to the family room, Jamie sat up in the couch, dressed in sweat pants and a fleece jacket. Though, she was still shaking cold.
Jamie pov
I hugged my legs and crouched where I sat, trying to stop shivering. Even though I knew I couldn´t. I was still too cold. And I was so tired, I laid my head down on my knees, but immediately, Carlisle was by my side.
"Come on darling. Stay awake for me now. We need to get you warm, then you can go to sleep." I nodded.
The next morning
For some reason, the Cullen´s had decided not to wake me up at Tuesday morning, for the reason of the rough evening before. I didn´t share their opinion, I felt fine. I thought that the cold I´d had the last week, would have escalated- it didn´t- or well, it hadn´t done it when I woke up in the morning. Strange! But when I realized what time it was, I jumped out of bed.
Carlisle pov
I was supposed to go to work in a few minutes, but I was waiting a while longer than usual, because in case Jamie would wake up being ill after what happened yesterday, I would see if I would have to stay home.
She had been coughing a bit during the night, but on the other hand, that wasn´t unusual, and maybe that was the reason I wasn´t surprised, when Jamie came up the stairs to the kitchen, apparently in a rush to get to school in time. Currently she was on her way to pull a hoodie on, and the only visible thing caused by the drama yesterday, was the limp, from the sprained ankle.
"Good morning." I said. "So…. How do you feel after yesterday?"
"I feel fine, I gotta get to school."
"Sure you shouldn´t stay home?"
"And let Millie, Mr. Landon and everybody else think I´m a coward. Not in this world? Have the others already left?"
"Yes!... But I could drive you to school on the way to the hospital…" I stood up, and laid my hand on Jamie´s forehead, to make sure she wasn´t lying about that she felt fine. She pulled away from me, but I had felt enough to make sure she didn´t have a fever.
"Look, there is…" she looked at her watch. "Seven minutes until I gotta be outside Mr. Landon´s office, we gotta leave now."
"Fix her a sandwich to go." I told Esme, I knew Esme could do that in a matter of seconds. She nodded and when I came back after getting my bag, Jamie had a sandwich, wrapped in greaseproof paper. Jamie was almost jumping of nervousness and stress. I showed her to go get her coat and beanie cap. And about a minute later we were in the car, and fast, made our way towards Bangor High School.
Jamie pov
At one minute to eight, I ran through the doors at school, up the stairs, and to the right corridor. Millie and Mr. Landon already stood there, oh great, one minute late.
"Ho…. Hold on a sec." I turned around so I had my back against the two of them, and searched my pockets for an inhaler. I finally found one in the chest- pocket on the inner- side of my coat. I did what I was supposed to do, and when I could breathe normally again. I turned around towards Millie and Mr. Landon.
"So… where were we?... Oh right, my apology…" I started to save some time. "Look, Millie. I am, so, so sorry that I shouted at you. But… you know…. People had been given me greetings all day. And I hate my birthday, and I was just getting sick of everyone, and I was a bit stressed out and mad about what had happened earlier, at lunch. So, when you came up behind me, I just…. I had had enough, and I wasn´t thinking. I know it´s not an excuse, but…. I am sorry." I stopped, what a pathetic example of an apology
"It´s all right." Millie said. "You´re forgiven, " she reached out her hand and I took and shook it slightly.
"Suppose…. I´d better get to the first class then…" I turned around and walked down the corridor, when I walked through another corridor, I tried taking a bite of the sandwich, but I really felt how non- hungry I was. And I stopped by the first garbage- can and threw the sandwich in it.
"Sorry Esme." I whispered, and kept on walking.
Early afternoon, Esme pov
I sat in my and Carlisle´s bed, reading a book when I heard the door open and close, and footsteps. I thought for a second on who would be home now, there were a couple of hours until the children would be home from school, the same with Carlisle getting home from work. But my question was answered, when I heard coughing. There were only one in our family that could cough (except faking cough then.) I stood up, and walked human speed out to the hallway.
" Hey. You´re home early."
Jamie pov
"I think I´ve got a temperature. I fell asleep four times in English class, Mr Trey must have seen I was a bit tired, he felt my forehead, and he told me it felt warm." I walked downstairs, and laid down in the sofa. Put the TV on, it was on "story of Tracy Beaker" I half remembered watching this show, back when I lived in Scotland, but before the 15 minutes episode was over, I was asleep.
"Jamie? Jamie?" The next thing I knew, someone was shaking my shoulder, and I heard Carlisle´s voice trying to wake me up.
"Wha…" I began, but was cut off by a massive coughing fit. I sat up. Carlisle handed me my inhaler
Carlisle pov
I knew the others would be back soon, so when Jamie was breathing all right again, and leaned against the sofa- pillows. I scooped her up, and carried her over to her room. I wasn´t too worried about Jamie´s condition, she had had a cold the last week, and of course, when she had gotten so cold yesterday. It had been enough to weaken the immune system enough for the cold to break out. Though, I couldn´t understand why it had taken so long to show.
But after all, the cough was what worried me the most, just the slightest cough can get pretty severe for an asthmatic.
"You stay here, call me if something happens. I´ll just go to the hospital and pick up some stuff." I told Esme. The things I would get were just to be safe, no one of us would have expected, for Jamie to be so ill, that she got after a few days.
On Friday morning, just after the kids had left for school. I rushed to Jamie´s room, and I could hear Esme coming right behind me. Jamie sat up in her bed, inhaler in hand.
Jamie pov
"It´s…. not…. Wor…. King." I said, about my inhaler between the coughs. I had just done what I was supposed to do with it. But it hadn´t reduced the fact that I couldn´t breathe, and I couldn´t stop coughing. Carlisle was by my side in the matter of a second, he took the inhaler from my hand.
"Come on Jamie, try again." He held it right in front of my face, and I did as I was told. But as the time before, it didn´t work a bit.
"Help." Was the only thing I could manage to say in that moment, and I was starting to get afraid. Would I die now? Of course Carlisle wouldn´t let that happen, but I really couldn´t breathe now.
Carlisle scooped me up in his arms, and ran- vampire speed- to his office, where he laid me down on the hard hospital- bed. He got a machine, and put an oxygen- mask. Then he got a needle, but I didn´t even react when he stuck it into my arm.
Carlisle pov
"What are you giving her?"
"Sedatives, it will be easier for her to breathe if she relaxes." I pulled out the needle, but kept a tube stuck in her arm.
"I´ll keep that one there, in that way, I won´t have to stick a new needle in her, in case I would have to give her anything else."
"What would you have to give her?"
"I don´t know yet. I just have a feeling I´ll need it." It took another couple of minutes before Jamie´s breathing slowed down.
And anyway, no one was expecting Jamie to be deathly ill. Because that was but the first sign of that something was worse than I had thought from the beginning.
Jamie pov
"Here, you´ve got homework." Emmett threw some books and papers, on the sofa, next to where I laid wrapped in a blanket.
"I´ll do it later." I mumbled. I was too tired to even speak normally, and yet I couldn´t sleep. I had been ill many times, but this time seemed to be worse than any time before. But I kept quiet about that, as I didn´t want to worry the others even more.
During the weekend, I had loads of asthma attacks, and almost every time, Carlisle had to put on that oxygen- machine and give me sedatives to make my breathing slow down. But still, not even I, who felt all this, had expected that I would get so ill that I got at last.
I hadn´t been hungry for about a week or something at Monday morning, but Esme kept on making food- mostly soup- for me, and as I didn´t want Esme to have done all that for nothing, and didn´t want to worry them, I forced it down at every meal. Even though, I could almost always just get down about half of what she had given me. Even though, at Monday, about noon, it all got worse.
I sat in the sofa in the family room, when a sharp pain went through my stomach. I dropped the plate, that fell to the floor with a bang, while I wrapped my arms around my stomach. The next thing I knew, I felt it twisting, and I knew I´d had to get to the bathroom, if not- I would probably vomit all over the living room. I stood up and with a hand pressed over my mouth I ran towards the bathroom. I didn´t bother to even close the door behind me or turn the light on, I ran across the floor, and barely had the time to open the toilet lid before I vomited. Soon, I felt my hair being lifted off my shoulders and neck, I looked up and saw that Carlisle had kneeled down next to me. But I couldn´t look up for long, or speak, before it was time for the next round of retching.
"Sch, you´re okay, I´m right here. Sch, it´s okay." Carlisle almost whispered soothing words. While stroking my back, and holding away the hair from my sweaty forehead, after good three minutes, I couldn´t help myself to crouch in Carlisle´s lap.
"I´m sorry…. I´m sorry." I whimpered.
"Jamie." Carlisle took my head in his hands and forced me to look in his golden eyes. "Never ever apologize for getting sick. It´s not your fault." He scooped me up- for I don´t know which time this week, and carried me back to the sofa.
Later that day, Carlisle put an IV in, to give me fluids. He wanted to take me to the hospital, but I refused, and still. No one thought I was terribly ill.
Carlisle pov
It wasn´t until on Tuesday, that I finally understood how ill Jamie really was. I was in my office, doing some paper- work. And the next Esme calling me.
"Oh God, Carlisle come here now!" In a few seconds, I was downstairs, Jamie had blood on her shirt, on her hands, and around her mouth.
"Where did that com…" I thought, but in the next second, Jamie was coughing up more blood.
And then I finally understood, I needed to get Jamie to the hospital immediately, she was more sick than anyone would have expected from the start.
Yes I know, I´m the world´s most evil person for leaving it there. MOHAHAHAHA.
OH, you know what? I´m making a story about the Cullen´s chatting. And I really, really need some tips on what Carlisle, Esme, Bella, Nessie, Edward, Rosalie and Jacob call themselves while chatting on the net.