I shifted in bed, and woke up groggily. I tried to swallow, and it felt like there were golf balls in my throat. I was freezing. I reached for my phone, and called my mom.
I tried to speak, "Mom." I croaked in pain.
"Esme are you ok?"
I tried to speak, and could only whimper.
"Sweetie stay in bed. I will be there soon." She hung up.
I texted Steve, 'NOT coming in today. Can't even speak.'
Steve wrote back, 'Bring over soup?'
I replied, 'Can't swallow.'
He replied, 'Doctor today!!!'
I curled up in bed, and fell back to sleep. The fever made me unable to keep my eyes open. I wasn't sure what time it was, but a hand touched my cheek, "Oh Hun you're burning up. Come on let's get a temperature."
I woke up enough to a have the thermometer slipped under my tongue, and I was back out.
"How's she doing?" my dad had come over.
"She's been in, and out of sleep all day. I spoke to Carlisle. He called in a prescription. He wants her to
have a throat culture when she finally wakes up. So were heading in to the ER. Her doctors out of town, and they closed early." My mom moved my hair from my face.
"Mmm mom." It still hurt to speak. My chest rattled.
"Esme shower now Hun. Get dressed were going to the emergency room now." She helped me up, and into the bathroom. Shower felt amazing, and the steam felt great breathing it in.
My mom knocked, "Hun you almost done?"
I finished up, and dried off, and dressed. Sweats, cosy socks, long sleeve shirt, my Northface. She brushed my hair for me. I looked at her. I tries to take in a deep breath, but it was hard.
My mom always in nurse mode, had her stethoscope, "Deep breath Hun."
I tried, and croaked.
"You have pneumonia. Let's go Hun." She grabbed her stuff, and we headed downstairs.
"Hi Princess." My dad smiled, but felt bad because I was so miserable. I hugged him tightly, and he walked with me to the car.
"She's still burning up." He helped me in the front seat.
"It's the pneumonia" My mom climbed in the backseat, and my dad took the drivers side.
I was asleep once I was in the car. This had to be worse then, well anything I'd ever experienced before. I'd never been this sick. When I woke up again, we were checking in at the Emergency Room.
"Hi Elizabeth." A small woman with a beautiful French braid greeted us. "We'll get her registered. Let's get her back to a room." The wheelchair moved, and my mom held my hand.
"Does Carlisle know?" I whispered.
Then the most beautiful smile squatted in front of me, "Yes I was made aware you were coming in." He smiled, "I'm not treating you. Dr.Walsh is great. She's really nice." He smiled, and stood back up.
This beautiful red headed doctor, with gorgeous green eyes walked over, "I try to be. This room here."
She flipped on a light, and the nurse pushed me in." My mom stepped in, and drew the curtain. "So we need you to change. You can keep on underwear, everything else has to come off."
I sat down on the stretcher, and my mom helped me change. Once we were all set, she pulled a warm blanket around my shoulders, and covered me up.
"We're all set." My mom smiled, holding my hand.
Carlisle walked over, and kisses my forehead, "They weren't kidding. You're burning up." His voice was worried, and I looked up at him tearing up. "Don't cry." He gently stroked my cheek. I pressed my cheek into his palm.
Dr.Walsh came in, "Let's start an IV, and a full work up. And let's give her a little oxygen, and page respiratory for a breathing treatment. I'm also going to order a chest X-Ray." The nurse nodded and pulled this tube from a plastic package, and connected it to the fully
"I've got." Carlisle carefully slipped the tubing around my ears and stuck these little prong things in my nose. "That's better. Your oxygen level came up."
I laid back, and closed my eyes. The nurse spoke, and I felt something cold touch my hand.
"Alright big pinch." She spoke, and sure enough, a big pinch, I cringed.
Carlisle stroked my arm. I started dozing off again.
"Are they keeping her over night?" My dad asked.
Dr.Walsh walked back in, "At the moment no. I will know better once I have that chest X-Ray. We're taking her down soon." She came over and listened to my breathing. "Let's start a breathing treatment now. We'll see how she responds."
I was gently woken up, and did the treatment. Once it was done, I was taken down for the X-Ray and brought back.
"Mmm." I stirred.
Dr.Walsh came back in, "Positive for Strep. So starting antibiotics through the Iv for her first dose."
My mom held my hand, "She's not been able to swallow at all today. Not even water."
Dr.Walsh gently felt my neck, "Her glands are enormous. We'll see if we can get this fever to break." She walked back out.
When I woke up again, Carlisle had his arms on the side rail of the bed, his chin resting on top of them.
"Hi beautiful." He smiled and reached for my face.
"When am I going home?" I whispered.
Carlisle's smile faded, "You were admitted. It's pneumonia love."
I sighed, "Bad?"
He shook his head, "Probably overnight. Home tomorrow with antibiotics, and rest."
"Alice, or," I croaked.
The door opened, and Alice, Steve, and Peter walked in with bags of food, and my overnight bag.
"So if you didn't want to work, it's not the hard to talk to me." Steve smiled.
Alice walked over, kissing my cheek, "Hey baby." She pulled back and looked at me, "So are you and Carlisle and item? I don't want to overstep."
Carlisle chuckled, "I guess we're taking things slow."
Alice smiled, "Ok so no more make out sessions for her and I."
I blushed under my pale skin, and Carlisle kisses my forehead, "Sorry Alice."
She shrugged, "I still have L'un Soumis." Alice smiled.
Carlisle straightened up. I looked at him, "Are you ok?" I whispered. Alice eyed him carefully, and looked back at me.
He nodded, "Yeah back spasm. Not used to sitting so much.
Peter started opening up various cartons of foods and such. He pushed over a plastic container with soup in it.
"If you don't eat, I'm not offended. I don't want to torture you."
I smiled, "It's ok." I sat up and slowly tried some. It was warm, and soothing against my raw throat.
Everyone chatted, and I listened as long as I could. The fever was still draining me. I couldn't hang on anymore. I laid back, and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up again, there was someone beside my bed.
"Hi I'm Scott, I'm your nurse for the night. Your friend went to get a coffee." I tried to hold back the tears.
"Are you ok?" He spoke gently, and took my vitals.
How do I say, "Yeah you and my dead husband share the same name. Sorry I still choke up." I shook my head, and wiped away the tears before they could fall.
He looked at me, "Calm down. I know people say that a lot. I will listen of you want to talk."
Here I had this opportunity, to pour out how I felt. I looked at him, whispering, "My husband, well I'm a widow. My ex's name was Scott. I lost him, and our daughter in a car accident several months ago. It's hard when I heard either of their names."
He looked at me, and just leaned over offering me a hug, "I'm so sorry for your loss."
Carlisle walked in quietly, "Love you alright?" He set down the coffee, and sat down beside my bed.
"She woke up, and I introduced myself. Her husband, and I had the same name."
Carlisle nodded, "Baby I'm so sorry."
I swallowed, "I'm sorry. Just hard. It's only been a few months."
Scott smiled, "I will be back later to give you another round of antibiotics." He smiled and left Carlisle, and I.
He moved the table that held the coffees, and climbed up on the bed with me, kicking his shoes off. I nestled up against him, and he smiled, "Try and rest love." I felt safe, and fell back to sleep.