Bella gets a stomach bug and during her illness, Charlie finally accepts that Edward loves her and will take good care of her when they are married.
A little random. Inspired by when i was sick and i wished i had an Edward to take care of me :) So jealous of Bella
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I was exhausted. I was nauseous. And I was sobbing. Lying in my bed, I couldn’t understand why Edward hadn’t stayed with me. I knew he loved me, but then why did he leave me when I wanted him the most? I tried to control my crying but I couldn’t. I knew it was only making my stomach worse and wearing me out even more. I felt horrible and the only thing that could make me feel better was Edward being next to me.
Charlie had covered me up with blankets when he left and I suddenly realized that I was burning hot. I kicked them off and weakly pushed them to the end of the bed. I tried to take deep breaths but my lungs wouldn’t fully expand under my sobbing.
Then, finally, my door opened suddenly and all my pain was numbed. Edward came quickly into my room and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Bella, I’m so sorry. It’s okay now. I’m here, don’t worry,” he soothed me as he came to my bed and leaned down to wrap his arms around my sobbing frame. I continued to cry into his shoulder now. I didn’t really know why but I couldn’t stop. “Shh Bella, everything is okay now. Take deep breaths, please. Try to calm down Bella, love.”
His cold arms and chest held against mine cooled my feverish body down and the rest of me seemed to calm with it. “Why did you leave?” I asked with a shaking voice.
“I’m sorry Bella. I had to. Charlie didn’t want me to stay with you, but he changed his mind. I’ll be here until you’re better honey, I promise.” Typical Charlie. Trying to protect me with the best intentions and instead making it worse. I knew he didn’t like Edward, but this was clearly taking it too far.
My tears finally stopped and Edward leaned back to look me over. It was completely dark in my room except the light coming in from the bottom of my door and the streetlight’s yellow rays shining in through the window. I could barely make out his face but I was sure he could see mine fine. His fingers wiped the tears away from my face and pushed my hair back. “How are you feeling? You look tired Bella. You should try to go to sleep.”
“I think I’m okay for now. My stomach hurts but if I hold really still it’s not so bad.” I answered him softly.
“Are you hot?” I nodded back up at him and he gently shifted me on my bed so he could lie down next to me. His cold body felt wonderful next to my hot one. Heat waves seemed to roll off me and evaporate. “Just sleep Bella. If you get too cold tell me please and I’ll get up and sit next to you instead.” I couldn’t imagine getting too cold but I nodded into his chest and closed my eyes to fall asleep.
What seemed like seconds later, I was woken up by my tightening stomach. I felt my body cringe up into a ball without my permission.
“Are you alright Bella?” Edward asked frantically. I knew what was coming and knew I only had a matter of seconds. I started to shove weakly against Edward’s hold on me. He let me go right away and I rolled out of my bed.
“Stay,” I instructed him as I hurried off to the bathroom. As long as I could help it, I wasn’t going to let him see my discomfort.
I held my Bella in my arms, loosely, but still close enough that I was cooling her temperature down. I was careful to make sure that she didn’t start shivering while in my arms. All of a sudden I felt her whole body curl up into a tight ball.
“Are you alright Bella?” I asked her, panicked. I dropped my hold on her as soon as she tried to get away from me. She hopped up and stumbled on the way to her door.
I was already up and following her when she told me, “stay.” I froze in my place and did what she asked but did not understand why I couldn’t help her. She hurried to the bathroom and flung the door shut. I went to the hall and leaned with my forehead against the door, frustrated. I gathered she didn’t want me to see her being sick, and assumed it was because she was self-conscience. This was one of the most maddening qualities about Bella. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and she still didn’t trust herself to hold anyone’s attention. As for not wanting me to see her sick, she was human. Of course she got sick. I only wanted to help her through it.
I herd the toilet flush and Bella’s quick breathing, trying to catch her breath. I decided I left her alone long enough and went in after her. She was sitting on the floor, leaning against the tub, with her head on her knees. I kneeled down in front of her and was about to pull her into my arms when I noticed she was shaking. She had finally gotten cold. I took less than a second to be back with a blanket from the closet at the top of the stairs. I wrapped it around her shoulders and tucked it together in front of her.
I pulled her hair back from her face again. Her hair seemed to be getting in the way a lot tonight, so I got a hair tie from the counter and pulled it back into a loose ponytail. She finally looked up at me and her face was much paler than before. Her eyes squinted in the bright light. Even through her illness, she was still so beautiful and she gave me a tiny smile. “Do you want to go back to bed?”
“Can I brush my teeth first?” she asked in a quiet, stained voice. I lifted her up to the counter, being careful to keep her blanket between her skin and mine. When she was done I carried her back to her bed and settled her in. I went to get the rocker from the corner and by the time I was back, she was already asleep.
This time she slept through the rest of the night, without waking up, or moving at all for that matter. When Charlie got up for work, he came towards Bella’s room to check on her. I pretended to sleep for Charlie’s sake, resting my head on the side of her bed and closing my eyes. He opened the door slowly and I stayed still for a minute. Well she looks a little better, I think. I guess she’ll be okay with him while I’m at work. He did a good job last night I guess. Charlie’s thoughts were giving me a little hope that he wouldn’t give me as much trouble tonight. I pretended to stir and jump when I saw Charlie standing so close.
“How’s she doing?” he asked in a whisper when I had recovered from my fake surprise.
“Better I think. She’s been sleeping for almost four hours, so better than before,” I answered him, honestly.
“Good. I suppose I’m heading off for work if you can take care of her today. Call me if anything happens or if she needs me to come home.”
“Sure thing, Charlie.” He nodded and left the room, heading out to his car.