A series of One Shots…

Bella's Worse Injury…

I was sitting with the Cullen, Jacob, Seth, Leah and Renesmee in the living and we were laughing at some of our crazier moments. That's when Emmett asked the question…

"So, Bella, what's the worse injury you have ever had?" he asked. The room went quiet. I noticed that everyone was looking at me for the answer.

I could feel a rush of embarrassment as the memory came back. Alice let out loud peel laughter.

"Seriously, Bella, that's bad, even for you," she said laughing. I shrugged and tried to pretend I hadn't heard her.

"Come on, Bella, it can't be that bad," Jasper prompted, Renesmee stirred on my lap. She was curious too.

"If you don't tell them, I will," Jacob threatened. "Besides, the mind reader already knows… now," he said and I turned to Edward and he looked concerned for a second and then looked like he was biting back laughter.

"Typical Bella," He mutters.

"Okay, tell us!" Seth cried.

"All right, you asked for it. Well, I was fourteen and Jacob was thirteen…"

FLASHBACK

I was in the kitchen with Jacob and we were making supper for Billy and Charlie. I was in Forks because mom went on some skydiving expedition and I would rather be in Forks then flinging my self from an airplane… I injure myself easy enough from the ground.

We were making a spaghetti dinner and Jacob and I were arguing about who would was going to go downstairs to get the noodles.

Jacob finally caved and went down to get them.

I brought over some onions and quickly started chopping. I got so preocuoied that I didn't hear Jacob behind me.

I turned around and there he was. I gasped and as I noticed his, then as I suddenly felt a sharp sting from my finger and then… OW!

I rushed over to the sink, looking at the ceiling. The smell of blood was making me dizzy. I looked down as I put my hand under the water and noticed something was missing…

It took me five seconds to realize it was my finger! I turned quickly back to the cutting board in time to see… it was still on the cutting board.

I let out a scream.

I heard Jacob approach and then his hand on my shoulder. He looked at my hand and turned a very gray pale.

But, things were already going fuzzy.

"Bella!" I heard him gasp before I pass out.

I woke up in the hospital the first thing a noticed was my hand was in a cast.

My dad was sitting on the chair opposite me. He noticed me awake and smiled.

"My finger! My finger!" I cried, remembering what had happened.

"Don't worry, they got it back on. Jacob was smart enough to pack it in ice. You have to keep that cast on for five weeks and keep that hand as still as possible," he said.

Then I remembered something else.

"Dad, did Jacob turn the stove off?" I asked.

"No, probably not".

I gave Charlie a look.

"I'll be right back," he said rushing out of the room.

END

"Bella, let me get thins straight, you cut off your own finger!" Emmett exclaimed.

"Yes!" I cried, covering my unblushed face.

And then the whole room burst into laughter…