I woke sometime later to voices arguing besides where I lay. I listened for a while, dazed and not really taking in the words, until I heard that magic name. Edward.I attempted to open my eyes to put a name to the voices who were talking about my love, but the pain above my left eye made in nigh-on-impossible.

'We'll have to let him treat her. We haven't got anything that will stop the bleeding and swelling. We just don't have the right equipment for a human.'

'For crying out loud! We can't let his father treat her! You know what he is. He is the same as that murdering scum. The pack won't let him near la push. Sam won't let them.'

'Son, Charlie is worried sick and needs to see her and we can't keep on pretending an ambulance is here. The boys are holding him back to stop him from escaping his house.'

'I said no!' shouted one defiantly. The other voice sighed.

'You're dealing with Charlie then.'

Charlie? He was worried? How was he feeding himself? I needed to see him and tell him I was ok, just a few bruises and cuts. I slowly sat up, wincing at the pain in my arm. I looked around feebly and caught sight of myself in the mirror. My face! I looked terrible! My nose was bent in one place, with crusted blood round the nostrils. The whole of my face had swollen over my eyes, my lip had split a couple of millimetres and my hair was matted with dry and congealed blood. Nice. Very attractive.

I must have gasped subconsciously, because one of the voices- the younger of the two- reached over to the mirror and crumpled it. I was dumbfounded. I lived in the land of make-believe, with vampires and super strength. Goodness knew what was in store for me next. Would it be real spider men? Or people with x-ray vision? Werewolves?

'I knew we should have put her in my room,' shouted the irritated voice of the mirror-crumpler. I turned my eyes to see who it was and found a hot hand stroking my cheek.

'What…who?' I stuttered, the sentence not forming properly due to my uncanny skill of forgetting faces.

'It's ok. You're safe. It's only me, Jacob.' I obviously looked blank, so 'Jacob' carried on. 'We used to play in the pool naked in the paddling pool. Oh, and that's Billy, the guy who gave you the truck.' I felt red blood rushing under my skin when I remember the days with Jacob.

'Yeah, I think…where's Edward?' I asked. Jacob snatched his hand back and snarled. It sounded similar to the snarl in the forest and he snatched his hand back. I felt hurt, but then I realised how blisteringly hot he was and how…broken…he looked. One arm was in a badly put together cast and the bump was still visible where his bone had broken through flesh. The whole of his face was swollen and he had a puncture mark on his cheek. His shoulder was dislocated. I reached out and touched his shoulder, wallowing in guilt. Jacob, the sweet 5 year old who had given me a pink stone from la push beach for thanksgiving was badly hurt, yet in the forest I hadn't cared. How could I be so selfish?

'Jake? Are you…I'm sorry. You didn't have to hurt yourself to save me. I didn't need saving. It was just Edward.' Jacob chuckled at the first bit, but growled when Edward was mentioned.
'I had to. But don't worry about me. I'll heal quickly, but that's a story for another day. Just you worry about looking good for Charlie so he won't arrest us for attempted murder or anything.' I laughed, but it hurt me. It hurt both physically and mentally. How could I laugh when Jacob was so hurt and when Edward had gone?