Emmett

Seeing Rosalie like this was breaking me. It just seemed so unfair that she was so poorly and had to deal with all this. The eating disorder was hard enough as it is, and then something like pneumonia gets thrown into the mix. I wasn't very clued up on the health of humans, and I hadn't really thought that much about how fragile human life was until I met Rosalie.

Bella was always clumsy but looking back now she usually down-played how fragile her life was when she was hanging out with us. I could understood now why Edward had always been so serious and careful with her.

It had been hard to understand my true strength when Bella was human. It was so much harder now with Rose. She was so much more fragile than Bella had been, and I was so afraid to even touch her in case it hurt her. I didn't want to underestimate my strength.

My heart ached to see her in pain and so sick. My mind was a constant battle of wishing she was a vampire, so she didn't have to worry about all the sickness and little human things, but also wanting her to recover and have a healthy and happy human life. Selfishly, I didn't want to imagine my life without Rosalie in it.

I was grateful it was the weekend so that I didn't have to go to school all day for no reason. I was fed up of pretending to be human when Rosalie needed me so much. I wanted to be with Rosalie at all times – but I knew in order to stay with Rosalie I needed to go to school and pretend to be human.

I had managed to go for a quick hunt in the early hours whilst Rosalie was still asleep, just to make sure I was able to get through being around her for so long.

Carlisle came into my room just after 8am to disconnect Rosalie's feed. It had been going throughout the night and Carlisle had started to make sure he was giving more water with the feed to help with the pneumonia. He checked her vital signs and then used his stethoscope to listen more intently to her lungs. "There's still a lot of rattling and vibration in her chest and lungs." He said softly. "I'll give her time for the food to settle and then we're going to have to suction. She'll be more congested in the mornings when she's been sleeping all night."

I didn't really understand what was going on, but I just wanted Rosalie to recover from the pneumonia. She had been so dazed and tired trying to fight it off. She was so quiet and just spent each day sleeping. I was really missing looking into those violet eyes of hers.

Carlisle seemed to know my trail of thought and took a seat next to me. "Pneumonia can take a long time to recover from, anywhere from weeks or months. Her fever should start to disappear within the next week which will hopefully help with her being more aware and awake. If she was healthy when she got sick, it wouldn't have really affected her that much. Unfortunately, her immune system is just really vulnerable right now."

Just after 9am, we needed to wake Rosalie up. Her nose was blocked, and her breathing had started to become noisy. It was even clear to me that her lungs and chest were full of mucus.

Carlisle had asked for support from Edward to do the suction. When Edward arrived, he rolled Rosalie onto her back and propped her up gently with a couple of pillows. He increased her oxygen flow in preparation. I took both her hands in my mine to reassure her but also to restrain her and stop her from interfering with the procedure.

Carlisle talked to her through it although her eyes were glassy, and she was focused far away from here.

Rosalie's hands tensed around mine as the tube from the suction machine went further to clear the mucus. She squirmed but Carlisle was able to do what he needed. "There's a lot of congestion and phlegm." Carlisle said, observing the stuff that was coming up through the machine. "Rosalie, try and focus on deep breathing; see if we can get a good cough up."

Rosalie was able to cough a couple of times and as she did, a lot of dark substance came up through the tube. Carlisle moved the tube around, pulling back and pushing forward every couple of seconds to aid the movement of the mucus.

Edward had his palm pressed against Rosalie's chest and gave it a shake every now and again, which I assumed was helping with the procedure.

Rosalie had her eyes tightly closed and she was quite red in the face. She was making noises from her throat and every now and again would force a deep cough. I hated that she had to go through this.

The procedure felt like it went on endlessly, but Carlisle eventually drew back the suction. "There was a lot more secretion than I expected. We may need to suction every couple of hours, but we will keep an eye on it. It's better if Rosalie is able to clear it herself if she can."

"Good job, Rosie." I smiled weakly although she didn't see it as her eyes were still shut. I pulled her up into a sitting position to give her a hug. She did wrap her arms around me weakly and I'm sure she would have stayed there for a while if I hadn't of moved her. I crawled onto the bed with her and shuffled across so that she could lie against my side. She pressed her head into me just below my shoulder. Her skin was so hot and clammy – she was probably savoring the coldness of my body.

I put a film on that she vaguely watched, but by the end of it, she was out for the count again even though she'd slept all night.

My poor, poor Rose.