A/N: Title and rating tentative. From Bella's POV.

For once, all the blurring motions of the trees flying by didn't bother me as I lie in stone cold arms. Not that it mattered; I had already thrown up what very little I had in my stomach all over the gorgeous body sustaining me. I could hear the owner of that said body breathing in deep, ragged mouth fulls as we flew through the night. I knew this to be not because they needed air as I did, but because the shock and worry were setting in.

Worry. What a strange thing to think about. Or at least, it was strange to think that worry for me was coming from this particular person. I half heartedly tried to smile in what I'm sure looked more like a minor seizure in my face as I thought that her haste was making her almost clumsy, as if she could ever be clumsy, but her running wasn't as smooth as the others' normally was.

Ugh. Trying to smile had been a bad idea. My face was frozen in pain. My whole body felt paralyzed with it. In her arms I could see down the length of my torso from the way my head was propped against her icy chest and from where I could not find the strength to lift it. In the moonlight I could vaguely see that my body looked worse than I had imagined it; the bruises expanded everywhere and were in various stages. There were fresh blue and purple bruises mixed in with older yellow or even greenish looking bruises. Different sized cuts were laced over the top of them. Dried blood was everywhere. I briefly wondered how she was handling the smell of it. I concentrated on breathing but found it difficult as one of my arms was becoming more and more pinched between my body and hers. This hand I knew had to be in the worst shape possible already; this was the hand that Rufus had stepped on and completely shattered.

And so I found myself barely swimming in consciousness as my thoughts ran in circles. I continually thought how odd it was that I was dying in Rosalie's arms of all people, well of all vampires I should say, and that the vampire who I wanted most was not there with me. In fact, I had no idea where he was or how long it had been since I had last seen him. There had been no way to record time.

Maybe it was just a second later, or an hour later, I couldn't tell, but the next thing I became aware of was that the trees had stopped moving and were almost as still as Rosalie. I couldn't see her face but I could feel the definite tension in her body and I knew our luck had run out. The trees rustling softly in the wind were the only thing I could hear, but I knew it was a whole other story for Rosalie. She had probably been listening to them slowly close in on us for the past few minutes as she desperately tried to figure a way out, but time was up. I could hear his crackling laugh through the air.