Ok, thanks for everyone for voting in my poll. Here is the story you guys requested. I decided to give Bella the stomach flu this time. This story takes place right after the end of Twilight, at the beginning of the summer. Please leave a review to let me know if you like it! Also, if anyone would/could beta this story, I'd really appreciate it.

Ugh! I thought as I flushed the remainder of my dinner down the toilet. I was lying on the bathroom floor, exhausted. It was about two in the morning now. There was no way I could have anything left in my stomach, I'd been in here for the past hour. Charlie was in bed, asleep and Edward was away hunting with his family. They'd decided to take a hunting trip to celebrate the end of the school year. The rest of Forks was under the impression they were on a family camping trip, but I knew better. Edward was upset about having to leave me behind, but Emmett and Alice weren't about to let their brother skip out on the age old family tradition. It killed me to be away from my vampire soul mate, especially now. I felt incredible warm, and fatigued.

I pressed my face against the bathroom tile, trying to cool myself down. I knew I was running a temperature, but I didn't know how high. I was too exhausted to get up and find a thermometer. I could barely raise my head to reach the toilet. Oh god. It took nearly every ounce of strength I had to get up high enough to not puke on the floor. The only reason I even attempted to land in the bowl was because I knew I'd be stuck in pool of my own vomit if I didn't.

I found a towel hanging on the edge of the bathtub, which I weakly grabbed and rolled up into a pillow. I put my head down and tried to sleep.

Edward will be back tomorrow. I thought as I had to pull my head up again.

How is there even anything left? I wondered as I flushed again. I must have lost twenty pounds already.

"Bells?" Charlie was at the door of the bathroom, rubbing his eyes, "You alright?"

"Ugh," I groaned, unable to properly make words form.

"Oh god," he said, looking at my pathetic form, lying on the floor in the bathroom. It was probably a really sad sight. "Um, is there anything you need?" he asked.

Charlie had no idea what to do in this situation. Some of the parenting stuff was still way out his ability and I knew it. Even though I'd been living with him for almost a full year, he was still a little clueless.

"I'm fine," I said weakly, pressing my face harder against the tile to cool it, "If you could bring me an ice pack though, I'd appreciate it." I could deal with it for the time being until Edward got back from his hunting trip. I was sure his cool hand would feel incredible against my too warm skin.

"Of course," said my father, turning around. I heard him going downstairs, and had to once again barf. I guessed that I was doing tons of little short bursts, rather than a few good one to completely empty my stomach.

Charlie came back up stairs holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel, and my pillow. "Thanks," I said, as he put the ice my forehead and left. Just a few more hours. I thought. I tried willing Edward into being in my bathroom. I knew that wouldn't work, because Edward wouldn't be able to read my thoughts anyway.

Ok, so that's the end of Chapter 1. I want to try and make this "Bella get sick" story different from the other one I've written, so if you think you have an idea, let me know. I'd love it if you left a review; I really appreciate comments on my writing. Thanks!