Wash Your Hands for Edward Cullen

Edward’s anxieties are triggered by the new virus. He fears for his daughter’s life and can’t shake the memories of the last pandemic he lived through, the 1918 Spanish Flu

“She’s fine, Edward. She can’t catch it.” “You don’t know that,” Edward said quietly… “Renesme is a vampire!” Bella tossed her long chestnut hair over her shoulders. “She doesn’t need to quarantine like-”

“Half-” Edward growled. “She’s only halfvampire.” He stood up from his piano bench and slammed the lid down on the keys…

“It’s not that big of a deal. She just wants to visit Jacob. He’s been isolating, both him and his dad. She’ll be-”

“Bella! This is non-negotiable She stays inside.”

“I thought you were through with acting like this. You’ve been a teenager for a hundred years but it’s a bit too long to keep the moodiness.”

“You don’t understand. How could you? How could you possibly understand… She’s not going out. I’m not letting anything happen to Renesme… It’s just- I can’t stand people saying it’s just like the flu. I’ve had the flu. It’s not a walk in the park. It’s a killer. It saps your strength and your life and it leaves you, best-case scenario, as a weakened shell of yourself. She might be halfvampire. We don’t know about that human half. And Jacob- They’re saying dogs can’t catch it. But I can’t risk that. If something happened. Carlisle can’t turn her again. She can- she can Zoom Jacob. That’s what they’re doing nowadays, right?”