By the time I got home from the 'library', it was approaching 6pm. I usually avoided the main Cullen house at this time of day because it meant that I would be around Esme – and Carlisle if it was his day off from work. It was a lot easier to convince just Emmett in our own home that I'd already eaten than it was the entire family.

Emmett wasn't home when I got in. He must have been in the main house – likely doing something with Jasper.

I was okay with that. Having time by myself meant that I could get more exercise in and maybe I could take a cold shower. I already knew the vampires wouldn't be able to hear me from the main house – Esme had told me that when she had offered the house to Emmett and I in order to give us some privacy in our relationship.

Emmett didn't come back until after I'd finished and gotten out of the shower which was great timing for me. I'd bumped my elbow on the shower door as I'd gotten a little dizzy, but it was nothing clothing couldn't hide.

I got some celery and carrot sticks out of the fridge to nibble on whilst we watched TV. They were some of my safe foods and I would be able to eat these around Emmett to stop him getting suspicious of me.

I loved spending time with my monkey-man, but I couldn't help but feel an ache in my heart every time I looked at him. There was no way he actually loved me. I was a weak, fat human. Nothing special. I wasn't perfect.

I vowed I would one day be perfect for him. I had to keep going no matter what.

Esme

I was worried for Rosalie. I always had been – since the day she arrived to our home after school for the first time. She was a daughter to me, and I knew when something was wrong. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was a pit in my stomach telling me that there was something very wrong about our current situation.

Alice had said that although Rosalie's future was blurry and fuzzy, she could still see instances of Rosalie passing out and Rosalie falling into a coma. Why would they occur if Rosalie was well? Was there something hiding in the future that was going to take Rosalie away from us?

Emmett wasn't fazed by Alice's visions. He said Rosalie was doing so well and had come so far since he had met her.

He was right – Rosalie had come far. She had regained weight and her physical health was much better, although she still relied on heart medication. It was a rare occasion that Rosalie would need to rely on any oxygen to help her lungs now, but it was there waiting just in case.

I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I was starting to dislike that Emmett and Rosalie were living in the small house by themselves. It was nice for them to have their own space, but Rosalie was human and vulnerable, and we couldn't keep an eye on her when she wasn't in the main house.

I was wondering whether we had been too quick to determine that Rosalie was better. An eating disorder wasn't just something that miraculously disappeared, but she did seem to be doing so well.

I didn't get to see much of Rosalie during the school week now but next weekend, I would be looking after her whilst Carlisle worked in the hospital and the others went hunting. Alice was still debating whether she would join Jasper and Emmett or whether she would stay back with us.

I was just hoping I would be able to spend some quality time with Rosalie and determine if everything was okay.

Time passed slowly until that day came – I was just constantly worried that something was wrong. The day went without issue though and Rosalie seemed the happiest I'd ever seen her. She smiled more and laughed more, and she seemed so content with Emmett. Maybe I was just overthinking things too much.

Rosalie came into the front room with Emmett to say goodbye to him before he went hunting. Alice had decided to stay behind so when they left, we went out to the front of the house to do some gardening.

Rosalie had taken up my offer of joining us and I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I collected the fruit from our trees.

She was wearing a baggy hoodie which wasn't abnormal as it was quite an overcast day, and she was bouncing from one foot to the other as she watched Alice fill up the watering can. When she caught me watching her, she smiled and moved to pick up another watering can.

Rosalie seemed to enjoy the gardening and I didn't really pinpoint anything unusual with her. Her heart was strong although I could still hear that it was weaker than it should've been. That was down to the heart failure she was still being treated for. She seemed steady on her feet and enjoyed a laugh with both Alice and me throughout the day.

Maybe I had just been overthinking things and I should have given her more credit.

In the evening, Rosalie helped me make dinner and ate some whilst Alice and I looked through the latest home magazine. She fell asleep not long after, so I worked on designing ideas for the house as I wanted to redecorate.

By the time morning rolled around, Alice had excitedly planned a whole itinerary of things to do for Rosalie.

Rosalie reluctantly agreed but found Alice's excitement amusing.

We went shopping and to the movies, followed by a small walk to a local nature reserve. Thankfully the weather stayed overcast the whole weekend in order to let us get out comfortably.

By the Sunday afternoon, Rosalie seemed utterly exhausted by Alice's efforts to keep her entertained. I reminded Alice to go easy when I noticed that Rosalie's breathing was slightly off. It wasn't enough for her to need extra oxygen but enough to signal that our vampire antics were too much for her human body.

Rosalie had decided to take a nap in mine and Carlisle's bedroom as Emmett's old room had been turned into a music room for Edward, and a library so Carlisle could add to his growing collection.

Alice and I pottered around downstairs until Alice dropped a glass she was loading into the dishwasher, and I instantly knew something was wrong.

Alice was having a vision. Her hand was clenched tight around the kitchen counter and her eyes were glazed over. Within seconds, she blinked, and her eyes focused on me. She breathed one word that had me running to the stairs. "Rose."

As I flew through the bedroom door, I scanned the room for Rosalie. She wasn't on the bed where I expected her to be. She was on her back on the floor – her muscles contracting and her back arching. She then began to convulse from head to toe and her body repeatedly flexed and relaxed.

Alice was right behind me, and we dropped to the floor next to Rosalie. I was already on the phone to Carlisle, and he was trying to draw my attention back to him on the other end of the line. "Esme. You need to focus. She's having a seizure. I'm on my way, but you need to time the seizure and turn her onto her side to help with breathing. Make sure there isn't anything around that can hurt her and cushion her head. Don't hold her or try to stop her movements or put anything in her mouth. I'll stay on the line."

Alice was already doing what Carlisle had told us to. I was too shocked to move – completely frozen in place with my grief. Something had been wrong with Rosalie, and I hadn't picked it up. Why was she having a seizure?

3 minutes later, the seizure stopped. Rosalie went limp on the floor and her breathing was labored. She was drenched in sweat and her heart was racing. I grabbed the oxygen from Carlisle's office and placed the nasal cannula under her nostrils. Her eyelids remained closed, but she groaned softly.

I was scared to touch her, but Alice took her hand in hers. "Rosalie?" She called delicately but sternly.

It took a few more minutes for Rosalie to gain consciousness but when she opened her violet eyes, she seemed confused. She looked to Alice and me repeatedly before appearing more and more distressed and attempting to get up from the floor.

Alice had a firm hand on her to keep her on the floor as we waited for Carlisle. "It's alright Rose, it's okay. Just stay still." Alice's voice was soothing and Rosalie began to calm down. This was new to me, and I was utterly terrified.

It didn't take long for Carlisle to arrive, and he moved Rosalie to our bed carefully. She still appeared disoriented but was starting to fall asleep. "Rest now, Rosalie." He assured her, stroking her face until her breathing evened and we knew she was asleep. "Jasper and Emmett are likely already on their way back from the hunting trip, so we don't need to call them. I want to do a blood test to help us figure out why she had a seizure. I'd be taking her to hospital if I couldn't treat her here. It's very concerning."

I nodded as I cleaned Rosalie up and changed her into fresh clothes – she had lost continence during the seizure, and I wanted her dignity to be maintained.

I prayed we had answers soon. Rosalie had to be okay.