"You don't have to be here," Faith said, her eyes still closed. Her chest heaved, breathing assisted by the machines by her bed.
"I do," Edward replied, gazing solemnly from his place beside her bed. "You're tired."
"I'm ok." She turned her head slightly and with effort, opened her eyes.
"You don't have to hide it from me," he told her. "I know you're sick. I can smell it."
Faith didn't answer that, she just nodded slightly.
"Where's Sam?" he asked.
"Working a case," she replied. "He's been here on and off... but I guess you know that."
Edward smiled slightly. "I'll admit that I've been watching. Carlisle pulled some strings and is working here for now, at least while you are getting treatment. We uprooted from Forks."
"You didn't have to do that," she protested.
"We promised we'd watch out for you," Edward shrugged. "And it's no bother. Alice loves you as if you were her sister, and Carlisle and Esme could not bear the thought of you being here for so long."
Faith smiled. "Thank them for me."
"I will."
They sat in companionable silence for awhile, before Edward broke it.
"I'll let you get some rest."
"Thanks."