Que Quowle.

Enter Aliyah Martin's life as she stands beside her best friend—now current boyfriend—as he struggles to maintain his anger and protect the people of La Push, while dealing with Aliyah's problems, and Bella Swan along the way.


13. 13

I woke that night with a sheen of sweat covering my body. I was wearing my cotton bra and matching panties, no blankets whatsoever and the window was wide open.

I was still hot.

Taking the large glass of iced water from the floor, I chugged in eagerly, eating a few crackers slowly. Mom said I needed to eat a bit if I wanted to get better, to see if I could hold anything down.

So far, I couldn't.

I didn't feel like sleeping, so I sat by my window, crackers and water in front of me. I sat perfectly still, the only thing moving was my right arm to raise and lower the cup and crackers.

Outside, I heard heavy sighs and someone grab onto my sill. Knowing it was one of the pack members, I relaxed against the wall, watching as Embry came through.

He looked down at me and smiled, "You feeling any better?" I shook my head, regretting it instantly.

"It's too hot, Emb." I moaned, pouring a little of the water over my body. He finally took in my outfit and flushed what he could in the dark. A second person entered my bedroom; Jacob.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" He asked, sitting next to me, making sure that his skin didn't touch my own.

I groaned, unable to reply as the bile rose in my throat. I stood, knocking the glass of ice and water over in my hurry to get to the bathroom. Jacob tailed along, holding my hair and grimacing.

"You guys shouldn't be here. What if you do get sick?" I coughed, resting my head on the toilet seat.

"I'll be fine; Embry's cleaning the mess. I'll get him to refill your glass."

"And get some more crackers?" I asked; more of a plea.

He rose an eyebrow, "Are you sure you want to eat more—"

"Strangely, it feels good eating. Until I have to throw up; then I feel horrible." I laughed quietly. Jacob moved a strand of hair from my face, stroking my cheek lightly. He sighed, watching me fidget with discomfort of the heat.

"Maybe you are turning." He said quietly, watching as I glanced meekly at him.

"I don't want to,"

He looked down, his voice was pained, "I know you don't." He glanced up, "But as of right now, it's the only thing we can think of. "

I sighed, "Can't we just call the hospital, please, Jake?"

He groaned and picked me up, "Sure, sure." He called his father, asking which doctor would be best to call; Dr. Mark was best; so we called him.

"Hello, Dr. Mark. I'm, a little under the weather—" Jacob and Embry scoffed loudly, it was heard because of the phone being on speaker in my room, "- and I was wonder if you could help me figure out what I've got."

"Alright, let me ask you think first, do you have a high fever with shaking chills, along with chest pain, and are you coughing up greenish or yellow mucus?"

"Yes; that's is exactly!" I said, relieved.

"Deary, I'm sure that your quite relieved about it, though I'm afraid to tell you that there's a possibility that you could have pneumonia."

Jacob growled, looking down at me.

"Pneumonia?" I asked, barely above a whisper.

"Yes, though I'd like to have you come in sometime tomorrow; just to be sure. "There was clicking and a quiet grunt, "Does 1:30 sound alright? Do you think you could manage that?"

Jacob took the phone from me, "Yes, that's perfect." He spoke a little longer to the Doctor before he hung up and turned to me. "So, if your sick, it really was my fault."

"No, Jake. It's not."

Embry rolled his eyes, "I'm going to Sam's; your mom's bringing you there in the morning, right?"


"Right, see you then Lolo."

"Night, Emb."

After a while of silence between Jacob and I, I turned to him and sighed.

"What can I do?" He asked, more pained then anything.

"Nothing, Jake. I've just got to get better."

"I don't have words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to hug you, I have the ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have the heart that's aching to see you smile again." He said softly, setting me on the bed. He kissed my forehead and sat on the floor by my head. "Sleep. I'll stay for as long as I can."

"When's that? When Sam needs you back or when my brother or mom decide to check on me?"

He smiled, "Whichever come's first."

I closed my eyes, listening to his heavy breathing. I soon drifted to sleep.

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