Esme

Emmett eventually went off to hunt in the late morning. Thankfully, Carlisle had been able to talk him into leaving to a distance where he was not in ear shot of the house. He had needed the hunt – especially with Rosalie staying with us indefinitely. I was impressed with how well he had done so far to the resist the smell of human blood, but then again, we had all had practice with Bella. Even Jasper was a lot better now. It was likely also related to the fact that the smell of Rosalie's blood was quite off putting at the moment – considering she was sick.

I took Emmett's place next to his bed when he left, gently resting my hand on Rosalie's in replacement of his. Carlisle had given her a sedative to help her body get the much-needed rest it needed as well as to help calm her heart and lungs but it was starting to wear off now. Her body was under so much stress from the eating disorder – her main bodily organs were struggling to cope and thus failing. We needed to look into long-term treatment options to help Rosalie recover.

Watching Rosalie in sleep was just as memorizing to me as it was when Bella first joined our family. There was something so fascinating about human's when they slept. My heart ached for the fragile human curled up in front of me. She definitely appeared even more fragile than Bella ever did and that had me so scared. I had been so worried and cautious when Bella was human; I did not think it could get any worse until we met Rosalie.

During my musings, Rosalie started to stir. Her breathing picked up speed and she let out a deep sigh. She rolled from her curled position and it took a couple more seconds for her to open her eyes. They unfocusedly moved around the room for a few seconds as she gained her bearings, before eventually settling on my face.

"Hello, Rosalie." I spoke softly to not startle her. "Emmett's just popped out for the day but he will be back soon. Me and Carlisle are here."

Rosalie nodded as she tried to push herself up into a slight sitting position. Her heart rate began to quicken as though she was panicked. "My parents?" She gasped out.

I grasped her small hand tightly in mine. "It's okay. Carlisle has spoken to your father and he understands you are unwell. They have agreed for you to stay with us indefinitely whilst you get better."

I thought this news would be comforting for Rosalie, but she appeared to be more distressed with my news. "I'm not going home?" She asked quickly.

"No, you need treatment to get better. That will not happen if you are at home. We will help you, Rosalie." I gently rubbed soothing circles on her hand to help calm her.

Carlisle came into the room then after hearing our conversation. "Esme's right." He started. "We need to discuss treatment." He pulled a chair from Emmett's desk and sat down next to me. "Rosalie, you have an eating disorder."

Rosalie's breath stopped for a couple of seconds, as though she forgot to breathe. She looked away from Carlisle quickly – surveying the room. "I don't have an eating disorder…I don't."

"Rosalie, you haven't eaten for a substantial time. You need to eat. IV fluids can only do so much. Are you willing to eat? Esme can make you something." Carlisle watched Rosalie carefully- I know he was trying to figure her out. He was hoping he was wrong about the eating disorder but it was becoming blatantly clear that this is what we were dealing with.

I stood up, noticing the stillness and silence in the room. "I'll go and put a plate together in the kitchen."

Rosalie nodded though she looked uncomfortable. Carlisle smiled carefully and then followed me out of the room down into the kitchen.

I started looking through the fridge for something that may tempt Rosalie. Renesmee ate human food occasionally but not often enough for us to have a fully stocked kitchen. We kept most of the food at the facility for the patients and I brought it over to cook because having food in the house was just off-putting. I would have to be mindful of that now we would have a human staying.

"Do you think we will be able to manage this, Carlisle?" I looked at my husband quickly as I prepared some food. We had had so many humans pass through the treatment facility but there had been only a few with eating disorders. Most were struggling with addiction, and I do not think I had ever come across someone in the severe situation Rosalie was in.

Carlisle nodded. "It's not going to be easy. It is a very long and challenging process. The hardest part will be trying to help Rosalie accept that she is unwell."

As I closed the fridge door, I smelt blood. It was a small amount, but enough to draw my attention. I shared a panicked look with Carlisle and we rushed upstairs to Emmett's room; being mindful to run at human speed with Rosalie in the house.

Emmett's bed was empty – tubes and wires lay scattered on his sheet with no Rosalie. There were tinges of blood from where the cannula had been ripped out.

I moved quickly to Emmett's bathroom. Carlisle was a few steps behind me.

I got to Rosalie first – she was huddled in the corner of the bathroom floor, her knees drawn to her chest. The sound of her beating heart was abrupt and off and her stomach was moving quickly to draw in air. She was cradling her hand to chest, small amounts of blood dripping down her skin onto the floor.

I pulled her to me gently, cradling her against my chest. Carlisle knelt in front of me after retrieving his medical bag and took Rosalie's hand in his. He quickly worked to stop the bleeding, none of us speaking for a few moments.

Carlisle looked up at Rosalie repeatedly as he worked – we could both hear the instability of her organs as they tried to keep her alive. Even the act of her moving a few yards from the bed had caused her difficulty. She was so poorly and it broke me that she could not see it. She was too exhausted to resist us; she allowed Carlisle to work and did not try to get out of my hold.

Carlisle met my gaze when he was finished and tilted his head back towards the bed. "We need to move her back to the bed. Don't let her go." He spoke lowly, too quietly for Rosalie to hear.

I nodded slightly, just enough for him to notice, and then helped move Rosalie.

Carlisle sat her on the chair next to the bed and held her shoulders gently as I cleared the bed and changed it to a fresh sheet.

When I finished, Carlisle moved Rosalie back into the bed and laid her down. He still had hold of her wrists gently. "Rosalie," He spoke quietly but loud enough for her to hear.

Rosalie had had her eyes pressed shut for some time but she cautiously opened them slightly when Carlisle spoke to her. When she was looking at him, Carlisle continued. "I'm going to let go of you in a moment, but I need you to stay lying on the bed. Your body is under a lot of stress." With that, he carefully removed his hands from where they rested on her wrists.

Rosalie did not move; she did not speak. Her eyes appeared lifeless and unfocused, even when Carlisle reattached the monitor to her toe and began to gather the supplies to reapply to ECG leads.

The item that had likely caused her the most distress would have been the cannula, and Carlisle had not gone near the supplies for this. This was keeping Rosalie from resisting but I knew that we would have to take more serious measures if Rosalie could not accept any food or drink.

As Carlisle started to reattach the ECG, he spoke lowly so Rosalie would not hear him. "I didn't want to do this, but I need to intervene before Rosalie's body fails her. We need to insert a nasogastric tube to get nutrients and hydration into her quickly. She is really not going to like this, but unfortunately, it is the only way for now. Hopefully, it will be just for the short term. We will talk to her about it when Emmett gets back – at least that way she may be calmer having him with her." He placed an oxygen cannula under Rosalie's nostrils – she did not resist this either but continued to stare motionless at the ceiling. Her breathing was still abnormal and appeared difficult for her. "We may also need to look into forms of restraint, which I hate to even think about, but we really can't afford for her to pull out the nasogastric tube."

I nodded lightly, just to let Carlisle know I was acknowledging his words but without making it obvious to Rosalie. I sat back down next to her in the chair and once again lightly held her hand. I sat like that until Emmett and the rest of the children got home later that day. Bella had dropped Renesmee off at Charlie's for an extended break so they could spend some time together – that helped the situation massively. Bella moving away from Charlie was a hard decision but moving to Forks was a much better situation for us. It was a place where the children could redo high school again and a place where no one knew Renesmee existed.

Emmett came straight up to take my place at Rosalie's side as soon as he got home. Carlisle shared his thoughts with Edward so they could brief the rest of the family on what was going on.

I could see Emmett's features tighten as he listened to the conversation taking place downstairs. "You didn't call me," He looked over to me, speaking lowly.

I nodded. "You needed to feed; it was imperative you did that. Carlisle and I were able to handle the situation. Now, you'll have some time before needing to leave again."

Emmett sighed, refusing to say anymore as he realized I was right.

Rosalie was awake but had remained pretty motionless and silent since the incident with the cannula. I had had a one-way conversation with her for most of the afternoon and had offered various activities such as music, arts and crafts or even watching a film. I think she was just processing the conversation Carlisle had had with her and hopefully she was starting to accept her diagnosis.

I left Emmett to be with her in his bedroom and made my way downstairs to the rest of the family.