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    Streptococcal Sore Throat

    “Alright, room temperature it is,” he declared with a laugh, obviously unsure of what I wanted. I smiled apologetically.

    I must have dozed off again, because I awoke to darkness and a large icepack on the side of my body. Edward must have placed it there because of my temperature. I opened my eyes slightly and glanced to my right.

    “How are you feeling?” Edward asked. I laughed to myself. Edward was the icepack… I don’t know how I missed that.

    “Better,” I lied. I didn’t know how long I slept, but I sounded awful. I made an effort to turn my head and look out the window. Pitch black.

    “It’s roughly eleven o’clock.” He said, knowing exactly what I was about to ask. I instantly panicked. He heard my heartbeat spike before I even said anything.

    “Calm down, Bella. Alice has everything taken care of. Charlie agreed that it would be better for you if you were under Carlisle’s watch. He dropped off some soup for you this afternoon.” I eyed him speculatively. “He also thinks I’m out of town, much to Carlisle and Esme’s displeasure,” he added with a smirk. I smiled. I knew there was no way Charlie would comply unless something like that was included.

    “So what’s the verdict?” I asked, sitting up. I attempted to clear my throat.

    “You have strep throat, but you’ve slept most of it off and it should be gone in a couple days.” I scooted closer to him.

    “So I get to be with you for two whole days?”

    “Three.” He smiled wickedly. I flashed him a wide grin and yawned and it felt like someone punched me in the stomach. I figured it was from my muscles tightening from all of the profuse vomiting. I grimaced unwillingly. He frowned and left his room for a quarter of a second, and then returned with two white pills a little bigger than the ones I took earlier.

    “Take these, and drink all of this,” he instructed, and handed me a bottle of water.

    “What are they?” I asked, removing them from his hand. He sat down next to me and I slowly attempted to shove myself up to lean against the pillows behind me. When he realized what I was struggling for, he lifted me into my desired position with ease.

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