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Hello, I was suppose to upload this last Sunday, but I was just so busy, I didn't have time to finish this. Sorry. There will be one more fun upload tomorrow (Sunday night) and then next week we will dive into Mare's Sophomore year (aka, Edwards Junior and the school year where Bella comes to Forks) please let me know if you guys are enjoying this story, I'm noticing a bigger lack of interest in it and if so I would like to know so I could stop writing it lol. I don't want to waste mine or your guys time so let me know in a kind way if you're done. LOVE YOU, and have an amazing night!
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It Smells Like Sick in Here
"I think I'm done." Esme's hand settles on the back of my neck, her cold skin gently massaging while her other hand rubs up and down my back,
"Are you sure?" I rest my head on the cold porcelain toilet seat and shrug,
"I don't know anymore." I've been throwing up everything I've eaten for the last 12 hours, and every time I think I'm done my body finds the strength to keep going.
"Oh, sweetheart," Esme's hands disappear, and I hear her turning on the sink. Only a second later, a cool washcloth drapes across my neck, right where her hand once rested.
"Just leave me to die," I mumble feeling the awful cramping in my stomach start up again,
"Oh, Mare I wish there was something I could do for you." Cold hands come up to collect my hair as the dry heaving starts again,
"I told you," I gag, "Leave me here to die."
"Maybe back in my day, but not in this day and age."
"Yipee." I groan. Esme chuckles letting my hair go when the dry heaving stops and running her hand up and down my back,
"Honey, I know you feel awful. Carlisle called to say got you a prescription to help you feel better ." I rest my forehead on the cold toilet lid and breathe, breathing helps with the nausea,
"I really think I'm done this time." I hear Esme reach up and flush the toilet. I wince a bit in embarrassment knowing her sense of smell are stronger than mine. "I'm never going back to that germ-invested place ever again." Esme chuckles lightly plucking the now warm washcloth off my neck.
It was only days ago that a letter was sent home to every parent explaining the stomach flu was going around Fork's high school and to make sure your child was practicing good hygiene, washing hands, doing laundry, using hand sanitizer, etc. And if your child starts feeling ill, keep them home and contact the school immediately. I laughed the night Carlisle had me read it and then gave me my own personal hand sanitizer and hand soap.
"You know there's soap in the restrooms right."
"That every child has touched."
"I'm washing my hands right after touching it."
"Use this instead."
Oh, what an idiot I was to think I'd be spared this curse. It only took three days for my stomach to start twisting and a cold sweat to break across my forehead. Yesterday I started vomiting repeatedly and now here we are.
"Do you want to try laying in bed again?" Esme asks sympathetically, I lift my head off the toilet seat and nod, "Alright, slow we go." She helps me to my unsteady feet and leads me out of the bathroom through the walk-in closet and back into my room. She's changed the comforter again, something she's had to do twice now. I thought she'd replace them with old and simple bedding but each time she replaces them with soft plush comforters and silky sheets. I let her pick me up and set me down before letting my body fall, my back hitting the fluffed propped-up pillows. It hurts my abs too much to sit up.
"This is the closest I've come to wanting to be a vampire." I groan and Esme laughs lightly her cold hand coming to rest on top of my forehead,
"Not getting ill is a benefit," she reaches up to card her fingers through my hair, "When you're feeling better we'll try a bath, mmmmm?" Her nails scratch my scalp, "Wash this hair."
"Can I have the bowl?" Esme's hand stall,
"Do you feel like you're going to throw up again?" I shake my head,
"No, just in case." She reaches down grabs a small bucket with a trash bag inside of it and places it by my side,
"Better?" I nod, feeling the cramping start up again, I quickly sit up to gag, Esme grabs the bucket and placing it under my chin, "It's okay." She encourages, I push the bucket away and groan,
"I have nothing left to throw up." I slop back down feeling Esme rub my arm soothingly,
"I'm assuming from what I walked into, we're no better than yesterday?" Carlisle's voice questions from the doorway. I didn't even hear him come home then again I never do. Late last night Carlisle held me through the worst of the vomiting telling me he was going to call into work,
"There's nothing you can do, you should go."
"Are you telling me my presents alone isn't helping?"
"Go save people."
His 12-hour shift must be over,
"I'm afraid not." Esme answers, reaching up to rest her palm against my forehead, "Fever's still there although it's low," Carlisle hmm's coming over to feel for himself. He takes a seat on the bed next to Esme and holds up a white bag,
"I come baring gifts." I swallow regretting it, knowing I'll probably throw up my own salvia,
"Unless it's a permanent cure, I don't want it." Carlisle smiles,
"Ahh while it's not a cure, I think it will make you feel better." He opens it up revealing a small white box,
"Drugs!" Carlisle chuckles a that,
"Zofran." He corrects, pulling a small foil packet out of the box, "Diana said the office has been full of stomach flu cases, she said theirs no need to bring you in and sent over the Zofran and a higher dose of acetaminophen for the cramps." I watch him pop out a small white pill, "Open, tongue up." Usually, I protest this kind of thing, instead I do it. Carlisle places the small white pill under my tongue,
"What's it do?"
"Let it dissolve under your tongue and it should help with the nausea," for the good of everything please let it work.
"Busy day?" I ask feeling the last little bit of the small white pill disintegrate, Carlisle chuckles reaching forward to give my cheek a caress before pulling away,
"Diana's not the only one with an office full of stomach flu patients,"
"That bad?" I don't want to get up and run to the bathroom let alone trek to the ER, Carlisle nods,
"Yes, mostly dehydration so when that kicks in I need you to drink some Pedialyte."
"Couldn't you bring back Gatorade?" I groan,
"Pedialyte has more sodium and electrolytes than Gatorade," Carlisle answers smoothly, leaning down to kiss my forehead,
"Yeah, but Gatorade tastes better." Carlisle chuckles,
"Next time," He promises.
…
When I wake up I'm alone. The glowly afternoon has turned dark and I feel warm and gross but rested. The constant throwing up has kept me awake so waking up from what feels like a couple of hours feels amazing. I sit up stretching my tired and achy muscles when something catches my eye. The closed door that connects Edwards and I's room, he's kept it closed these last few days, not even opening it to peek his head in, something he's done almost every morning since I got here...it's odd. I peel the covers off, and slowly scoot off the bed to stand on shaky legs. I take careful steps, my knees crack with every step. I reach for the door handle when it turns,
"Eddie?" I step back, it's a silent invite in, but Edward doesn't take it, "You can come in," He doesn't move,
"I'm sorry..."
"What's wrong?" He looks down to the floor, his eyes although bright gold, look upset,
"I can't go in there, Mare." I furrow my brows and frown,
"But...why?" Edward swallows, searching for words carefully,
"It...it smells like sick in there," he whispers. His answer does nothing for my confusion,
"Well...yeah...Is it that strong," I look around, "Esme hasn't said anything, is it bad?" Edward gives one nod,
"It wouldn't bother Esme." Edward all but whispers before leaving us in silence only he can fill, "It reminds me..." He trails off and it hits me,
It smells like sick in here.
Edward told me once during a chest game that he was changed him in 1918 during the Spanish Influenza...Edward died in a room that smelled sick. Edward opens his mouth, I close the door before he can speak...how could I be so selfish? I quickly head to the bed...well as quickly as I can and start throwing pillows and and blankets on the floor,
"Mare what are you doing." I didn't hear Esme come in, but suddenly she's next to me picking up blankets and trying to push me back to bed,
"Esme we have to clean," She stops and tilts her head before reaching forward to press her hand against my forehead, I swat her away, "It smells like sick in here." She lifts a brow before turning toward Edwards door and then back toward me,
"Oh, Mare." She drops the blankets and pulls me to her side, "You don't want to wait until morning." It's more of a statement than a question, she knows me too well. She nods, "Alright sweetheart, I'll tuck you into our bed-"
"Let me help you," I pull away, but Esme only reaches forward to caress the bangs away from my face,
"No honey, you're exhausted, I'll take care of this alright?" I swallow turning back to my destroyed bed,
"Alright,"
"Alright."
…
I wake up confused and displaced and it takes me a few minutes to realize I'm not in my room, it takes me another minute to realize I'm in Carlisle and Esme's room and another minute after that to remember why.
"Ready for some meds?" Carlisle asks, his frame leaning against the doorway with a small smile playfully on his lips,
"No," I flop down, rolling to my side and close my eyes. My ribs are soar and my stomach is cramping, but I don't feel like I'm going to throw up. The bed dips and a cold hand rubs my back,
"Sweetheart?"
"Hmm?"
"Mare, about last night-"
"Does it smell better?" I turn over, and Carlisle's gentle face crinkles a bit, his large gold eyes sad and his lips turned down in a frown,
"Why did you think it smells in there?" I furrow my brows, I am too sick for questions like these,
"Because it smells like sick," His gentle frown deepens,
"Honey, you've been sick." I swallow and sigh,
"Did you talk to Edward?" Carlisle's cold hand lands on my hand,
"Mare, Edward's feelings are not your's to worry about-"
"Was it the same?" I interrupt, Carlisle tilts his head,
"Was what the same?" He questions and I turn away suddenly finding a loose thread to play with,
"When..Edward was sick-"
"No, Mare," I breathe a sigh of relieve, "Sweetheart, it is hard for Edward to be around the sent of sick humans, and that's his trauma and I promise that has nothing to do with you. Sometimes we need space and sometimes we need space from the things that terrify us, and that's all."
"I just miss him." I admit quietly, and Carlisle's lips turn up into a smile,
"Oh Mare, I love you sweetheart."
"I love you too."
"Enough to try some crackers and Gatorade?" I smile, perking up a bit,
"You got Gatorade?" Carlisle nods,
"Cool blue." I sit up, Carlisle braces his hand on my back helping me sit up. "Is that a yes?"
"Yes!"
…
"Mare?" I peek over to the door that once remained closed, however now it's open, and Edward stands between our two rooms. I grab my remote muting my documentary on the Ottoman Empire before giving Edward my full attention.
"Hi," I sit up slowly, feeling the knots in my stomach flip. I've been able to keep the crackers and Gatorade down, however my stomach's been cramping painfully. Carlisle gave me two of the same pills he gave me yesterday but so far it hasn't done anything.
"Are you feeling better?" I shrug,
"I'm not vomiting today." He shoves his hands in his pockets and nods,
"That's good." We're silent for a second before he takes a breath and slumps his shoulders, "About last night-"
"Is it better?" I interrupt catching Edward off guard. Esme must have been cleaning all night, everything's been swept and scrubbed, the bedding completely changed to a new cream and baby pink set. She's even changed the pillows out too; and placed a linen air freshener in both the bathroom and the bedroom.
"Mare, that was never something you should have had to worry about and I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I didn't even think about it." Edward steps into my room and quickly crosses the space to sit on my bed,
"Carlisle changed me in a small Chicago hospital, with twenty other sick and dying people all around us, when the heat started to consume me, the scent of those dying around me became so strong I felt like I had to hold my breath even though I could barely breathe. Even when Carlisle took me out of there I still smelled it, that smell felt like it lingered in my nose for centuries." I swallow wetting my mouth and push out the only words I can.
"I'm sorry,"
"No," Edward takes an unnecessary breath, "You don't need to be sorry about it, if anything, I should. I didn't mean to push that on you, especially not with you as sick as you are. Thank you for caring about my comfort, but I should be the one offering you comfort, and I'm going to do that."
"Ed-
"No, I just need to hear you say you forgive me," I lean back and frown,
"But there's nothing to forgi-"
"Please Mare," His voice takes on a gentleness, a tone I've never heard before. I close my mouth and nod,
"Okay," Edward relaxes, and we sit in a silence, this one more comfortable than the last,
"So are you really feeling better?" I nod, opening my mouth to tell him I am, when suddenly a familiar feeling creeps up my throat, "Oh shit-" Edward grabs the bowl just in time.