I take the next day off because it hurts to breathe and my bed helps. Ulysses lays next to me while we watch all the Hunger Games movies in order. Jasper calls and checks on me, and I lie and tell him I'm fine. Around six, my doorbell rings. I don't want to get up, but when it buzzes a second time, I know whoever it is isn't going away.

I'm dizzy and out of breath as I make my way downstairs and to the door.

It's fucking Cullen.

"Hey," he says as I open the door. "You look like shit."

I roll my eyes and leave the door open, making my way to fall onto the couch. He follows me, looking all concerned.

"What's going on?" he asks, kneeling in front of me. "You're struggling to breathe."

I nod. "This fucking kills."

He pulls me up into a sitting position and presses an ear to my chest. "Fuck," he curses, pulling out his phone. "Your lung collapsed. I'm calling an ambulance."

"Those are fucking expensive. Drive me."

He cocks his brow. "You can afford it," he tells me, and then talks into the phone, giving dispatch my address and a rundown of what's going on. He hangs up quickly and has me lay down.

"I haven't fed Ulysses yet," I mutter.

"I'll do it. Where do you keep the food?"

"Pantry."

He runs to the kitchen and plops the wet food down into the bowl, which my cat runs to. He couldn't care less about the stranger giving him food because all food is equal. Edward hurries back to me and takes my pulse.

"Jesus, Swan. Have you felt this way all day?"

"It's gotten … worse." Shit, I'm so out of breath.

"Probably started as a partial collapse, and since you didn't get help, the rest of the lung collapsed. You need a chest tube."

"Great," I groan.

"Yeah, it's not going to be pleasant, but I'll take care of you."

"Just don't let me die, Doc."

"You're really lucky I'm great at my job."

We hear the wail of sirens,and he stands up to go open the door. He takes control of the ambulance crew and starts an IV—first giving me pain meds. The extra oxygen doesn't help much but I suck it in as they take me outside. Half the neighborhood is watching, and I just know this is going to be a thing. I feel so embarrassed.

"Bella!" I hear Alice yell and watch as she runs out of her house. I'm loaded into the back of the ambulance as she comes to a stop in front of me. "What the hell is going on?"

"She has a collapsed lung. I'll take care of her," Edward tells her. "We need to go."

"I'll follow in my car."

Great, now I've worried Alice, who will worry Jasper.

"I'll be fine," I call out as she runs away in her Baby Yoda slippers.

"Stop talking and breathe through your nose," Edward says, sitting next to my head. "You're a terrible patient."

"Yeah well … you're a bossy doctor."

"The more you talk and less you breathe the more brain cells you're losing, so shut up and breathe through your nose or else I'll stab a needle into your chest wall."

I cock my brow. "Damn, bro."

"It's called a needle decompression, and if we weren't so close to the ER, it would be indicated."

I shut up and breathe.

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Thanks to Ashley, May, and Mary prereading and Sally for beta'ing.