I spent the following week off school in my bedroom because I couldn't stop throwing up. My mother pushed me to the gym during the nights because being sick wasn't an excuse to miss exercise although I was unable to eat.

I was on day eight of not eating a thing and I honestly wished I could get up and go to the kitchen to eat something. Mother was too selfish to do that for me and I noticeably got weaker every day.

It was about 11am on a Sunday morning when my mother knocked on the bedroom door. I turned in the bed, bringing the blanket from my face to stare into her stone-cold eyes.

"Those Cullen's are here to see you. Shall I send them on their way?" She asked, her hand situated on her hip.

"No." I croaked. I missed the Cullen's. They were the only people who didn't think I was a freak.

My mother left the room, not bothering to ask if I needed anything and then I heard the Cullen's enter the bedroom and settle.

"Rose?" Emmett pulled at the blanket over my eyes and took a deep breath at the site of me.

I wasn't sure how I looked, but I knew I was probably even paler than usual and perhaps blue.

Edward appeared beside me and knitted his eyes together in frustration. "Are you okay?"

"Tired." I grumbled, shaking like a leaf the minute he pulled the blanket back.

I was only wearing a gray pair of sweatpants and a pink vest top. I probably looked awful.

Alice stared at me with pitiful eyes as she looked up and down my body. "Rose," She whispered, coming up beside me and taking my hand. Her fingers were ice cold like mine. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know." I tried to sit up, but my attempts failed. Emmett eventually moved himself and brought me up by the elbows into a sitting position. He asked before climbing onto the bed and pulling me into his lap. I didn't mind at all.

"Have you not seen a doctor? Your father?" Edward asked.

"No. I've been sleeping." I softly resorted.

"You should eat." Bella said. She moved from her post in the doorway and looked around the room. Coming up empty handed she sighed. "You need some…like soup or something."

I scrunched my nose up in disgust, causing nausea to set in. I flung myself to the side of the bed, reaching for the bowl I'd put there in case of emergency. Red quickly colored my cheeks from the embarrassment of throwing up.

Edward reached forward, rubbing my back soothingly to help. When I was finished, I sat back and wrapped my arms around myself to stop the shivering. My spine was aching, and I was finding it hard to breathe. "I'd like Carlisle to look at you."

I shook my head once. No. No doctor was going to look over me. I just needed to sleep, and perhaps have some energy.

Edward shared a look with Emmett and Emmett stroked my cheek lightly. "Rose, we really can't take no for an answer. We haven't seen you in five days…and the entire time a doctor hasn't seen you. You're really not well at all; you look really sick and you need to be looked at to be on the safe side."

"Plus, your mom doesn't seem to give a shit." Alice shrugged, scowling at a possible memory of my mother.

I didn't fight with the Cullen's. I felt like death and any sort of rebellion just made me feel sicker.

Emmett carried me so that my head was resting on his shoulder. I felt like a small child but felt secure and safe. I was shivering all over and his cold body temperature didn't help matters, but I still felt content.

Edward managed to get a bottle of water off my mother and then I was buckled into Emmett's jeep and on the way to the Cullen mansion.

Edward sat beside me, trying to get even the smallest drops of water into my system. I couldn't remember the last time anything had passed my lips.

When we got to the Cullen mansion, I met Carlisle for the first time. He was stood on the steps leading up to the porch, his hands entwined on his stomach and a small smile on his face. His skin had the same granite-like texture as the rest of the Cullen's; he was impossibly handsome, like a movie star. His hair was cropped short and a very light blond, his eyes the same topaz as the rest of his family. "I'm Carlisle." He announced quietly as he reached the car.

I nodded, still shaking and reached out for Emmett as he unbuckled me from the seat. In my hazy state, he became quite comforting.

Instead of carrying me into the house, he headed towards the facility just a few steps behind Carlisle and Edward. I squirmed in his arms to try and get out, but he was too strong. "It's okay, Rose. Carlisle's just going to use one of the rooms to look at you."

I whimpered in protest but within minutes I was lying on an examination table and Carlisle was peering down at me. "When did you last eat or drink?" He asked quietly as he placed a cold hand on my forehead.

"I don't know." I grumbled, reaching back up for Emmett. I felt alone lying on the examination table.

He sat up onto the table and pulled me into his arms, securing his arms over mine just like Esme did. Perhaps that's how they restrained people.

Carlisle pulled a chair up from behind him and carefully sat down on it. "You don't know?" He repeated back to me. "Did you drink this morning at all?"

"Edward tried in the car." I murmured, feeling light-headed and out of sorts. "But I'm not thirsty."

Edward nodded in agreement and handed the bottle of water to Emmett. "I can't get her to take anything more than a few sips. She seems severely dehydrated."

Carlisle agreed with a nod of his head. "I'd like you to take a drink. It's concerning that you can't remember when you last drank."

Emmett unscrewed the lid of the bottle and brought it to my lips. The cold liquid sloshed against my skin and I momentarily gagged. I didn't want anything going down me.

"Rosalie." Edward cautioned and indicated that Emmett lift the bottle higher.

I parted my lips weakly and allowed a small amount of water to trickle down my throat before turning away.

"What about food?" Carlisle resorted as he checked over my vital signs.

I didn't look at him. I stared down at my hands and tried to ignore my belly rumbling. Perhaps they wouldn't be able to hear the noise. "I've felt too sick to eat."

"How long?" He asked, pressing further as he took my temperature. He then moved on to checking my skin, pulling the skin on the top of my hands gently and watching it go back.

"Eight days." My words were barely audible, and I thought that none of them would hear it.

I was wrong. Although Carlisle remained composed, Edward slightly grimaced and Emmett's body tensed around mine.

"Okay." Carlisle rose to his feet and headed over to one of the cabinets. "That would explain why you're experiencing these symptoms – shivering, nausea, sickness, cold chills. Is there anything else?"

"I can't see that well," I admitted. "I feel floaty and like I'm going to pass out. I just want to close my eyes and sleep."

"Okay. What day is it Rosalie?" Carlisle moved from the cabinets with a clear package in his hands filled with tubes.

I stared at him with wide eyes, pushing myself further back into Emmett. I couldn't have tubes in me because I didn't know how many calories were going into me. "I don't know." I replied. I had known what day it was but now I couldn't quite grasp the words. To be honest, I wasn't quite sure if I'd attended school today or not or whether I had been to the gym.

"If we can't get you to take fluid orally, I'm going to have to resort to intravenous fluids in order to bring up fluid replacement. You seem to be quite dehydrated and left untreated any longer will undoubtedly lead to kidney failure and possibly worse outcomes." Carlisle apologized profoundly before instructing Emmett to 'steady' my hand.

Emmett pulled my left hand from where it was resting under his and softly grasped it so that the only area exposed was the top of my hand.

My veins were noticeably visible, and I turned my head away as Carlisle cleaned the area and inserted the needle.

I whimpered softly but didn't really feel anything. Just the thought of it going in made me upset. I didn't need any of this going into me, but I was feeling so week.

I turned back in time to see Carlisle secure the tube in place with a small amount of tape. "All done," He smiled. "Hopefully we'll see some progress over the next couple of hours and that you'll get better. I'm a little concerned about your vital signs so we will check those again in an hour. Edward, can I speak to you outside?"

Edward followed Carlisle out of the room and the tears slowly ran down my face. What was happening to me?

I curled closer into Emmett and he rested his chin upon my head. "It's okay, Rose." He soothed softly, his chest rising and falling evenly, almost mechanically.

"It's not." I whined, clinging to his shirt and shivering again.

"I like you, Rose." Emmett said quietly. I stilled in his arms and pulled back slightly to look at him.

"You do?"

"Yes, very much. I just…feel like I need to comfort you." He looked a little embarrassed but managed to throw me an innocent smile.

I smiled back too, only weakly, and buried myself further into him, hoping for a peaceful sleep.