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Miracle Girl

Summary:
13-year-old Bella is in California visiting Charlie when Edward's adopted sister, Alice calls. The news leads to a startling train of events that only bring them closer. Some fluff, some angst, some humor... Okay, let's just say that this story is a mixed bag. Teen for angst and romance in future chapters, but I'm going to do my absolute best to keep this PG-13 at the most. AU, AH, sort of OOC, just enough to make the story make sense. Mostly Bella and Edward's point of view, but some others. This is just my second fanfiction, but please be generous and read it!! I have most of it written already, so the more reviews the more chapters!!


Notes:
I own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn-- one copy of each. Other than that, I own the plot line and little else. No copyright infringement intended whatsoever.


2. Cancer

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Chapter 2: Cancer

“He’s in the hospital. He got lung cancer.” The phrase repeated itself in my mind.

“Bella? Bella, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Dad.” I was surprised that I could get the words out.

“What’s the matter, Bells? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“Edward got sick, that’s all,” I said.

“Edward? You mean Edward Cullen? The doctor’s kid?”

“Yeah, him.”

“Oh.”

I imagine my face was still calm, but inside, I was spinning apart. Edward, my Edward, my boyfriend, had freaking lung cancer and all my father could say was oh? Edward had lung cancer, Edward could be dying for all I knew, and I had to wait another 13 days with my father, who only cared enough to say oh? Where was the justice? How could fate do this to me? I had to get back home, and I had to get back now. I was vaguely aware of the fact that Charlie had left the room, and that I was pacing back and forth in the small space between the bed and the wall. I needed to speak to Edward. I pulled out my cell phone and hit the speed dial. I shifted my weight as the phone rang once, twice, a third time.

Then I heard a click, and a voice I didn’t recognize answered, “Bella? Is that you?”

“Is that you?” I asked.

“Oh, Bella, you won’t believe how much I've missed the sound of your voice! Are you alright?” Am I all right? Am I all right?

“What do you mean, am I alright? I’m not the one with the life-threatening illness. How are you?”

“Whoa whoa whoa! Take it easy, Bella. I’m not that bad. I’m getting chemotherapy starting tomorrow. They caught it early, I’ll be fine.” But I could hear the unease underneath his calm façade. As much as he might try to hide it, Edward was worried, too.

“What’s with the voice?” I asked.

“Well, my lungs are not exactly in the best condition at this point, Bella.” He laughed once without humor. “My voice will be back to normal soon.” There it was again, that nervous edge.

“Edward, what aren’t you telling me?” I asked. Edward sighed; over the phone, it sounded like a rush of static.

“Well…” Edward’s voice trailed off, then suddenly sped up. “I’ll have to stay in the hospital for a few more weeks, but you can visit me if you like. My voice will get back to normal, and I should be just fine by the time school starts.” Then his voice got lower, graver. “I will get better, Bella. Promise.”

“Love you,” I said. I tried to sound brave, but I doubt it worked.

“Love you too, Bella. Remember that. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

The phone went dead.

* * *

Edward’s point of view

On my bedside table in the hospital room, the phone rang. I reached over to pick it up; I didn’t remember my cell phone being so heavy. I looked at the screen as it rang again and Bella’s number showed up on the caller ID. I answered the phone. “Bella?” I asked. Damn, I sounded bad. “Is that you?”

“Is that you?” she asked. Damn, she noticed. Upset as I was, her voice still sounded heavenly.

“Oh, Bella, you won’t believe how much I've missed the sound of your voice! Are you alright?”

“What do you mean, am I alright? I’m not the one with the life-threatening illness. How are you?”

“Whoa whoa whoa! Take it easy, Bella. I’m not that bad. I’m getting chemotherapy starting tomorrow. They caught it early, I’ll be fine.” But I wouldn’t be. Bella was right, as much as I might hate to admit it, I might very well be dying. But I wouldn’t have her know that. She shouldn’t have to worry about me.

~Flashback~

“Okay, young man, I want you to take a deep breath,” the doctor said.

I started to inhale slowly, when something seemed to become stuck in my throat. I started to cough, hard. Again and again, until I could barely breathe. Something warm and wet hit my hand. I looked down, and my hand was dripping with red liquid. I was vaguely aware of the doctor calling my name. Then everything went black.

Beep. Beep. Beep. I opened my eyes. There was something taped to my face, something on my wrist, and an odd sensation in my throat. Where was I? I tried to sit up. Everything was white. With a start, everything came back to me. The doctor’s appointment. Coughing up that red fluid–blood. And finally, waking up here, in the hospital.

“Edward? Edward, honey, are you alright?” Mom asked.

“I’m fine, Mom. What am I doing here?”

“Does your throat hurt?”

“Yeah, a little. But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Edward, honey, I’m so sorry. You started coughing up blood, and then you passed out. The doctor ran some tests, and, well, you have lung cancer.” She was trying to stay calm, to reassure me, but her voice broke on the last few words.

“Oh,” I said. On my bedside table in the hospital room, the phone rang.

~End Flashback~

“What’s with the voice?” Bella asked.

“Well, my lungs are not exactly in the best condition at this point, Bella.” I laughed harshly; the sound hurt my throat. “My voice will be back to normal soon.”

“Edward, what aren’t you telling me?” Bella’s voice was fraught with worry.

How to tell her? “Well… I’ll have to stay in the hospital for a few more weeks, but you can visit me if you like. My voice will get back to normal, and I should be just fine by the time school starts. I will get better, Bella. Promise.”

“Love you,” Bella said, obviously trying to sound confident.

“Love you too, Bella. Remember that. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you.” Poor Bella. She must be so upset. I wished I could be with her, to hold her hand, to kiss her cheek, to tell her that everything would be okay. I felt tears brimming in by eyes. “Bye,” Bella said.

“Bye.” Exhaustion suddenly overwhelming me, I snapped the phone shut and closed my eyes.