Jacob's Point of View

I was picking up some medicine for one of the elders, when I noticed that Bella laying on the floor. Someone fallowed my gaze and screamed, which wasn't helping anyone. Someone screamed for a doctor, while I ran to her.

"Bella? Bella? Stay with me please!" I shouted, running with the doctors. I picked her up carefully and set her on the gurney that someone had brought over here for her. I laid her on her stomach and I finally noticed that she had glass shards, plunged deep into her back. I shuddered as the rose the gurney off the floor into the full height, and they took her away.

A doctor came out and told me, "She's gonna die if she doesn't get some blood. We ran out of her type. It's really rare that we get donors that want to share it. It's hard, if she was type O maybe we could help."

"What type is she?" I asked the doctor that had spoken.

"AB positive," she answered sadly.

"I'm AB positive. I could donate some blood," I answered, eager that I could help Bella.

I dialed up the doctor from La Push to come over here, because I needed to be treated, she said that she was close anyway and would be here in a minute or two.

When she got here, I told her what was happening and she responded with a sad, "But, your blood has… animal jeans. It could cause her a faster death."

"Yes it could, but she won't have a chance if you just sit there!" I practically yelled. I started to shake; I calmed down.

I walked over to the front desk and asked to barrow their phone.

"Charlie?"

"Hold on Billy," came a muffled voice. "What's going on Jake?" he said more clearly.

"Bella's in the hospital," I said carefully. "It's bad. She fell onto the glass coffee table in your home."

He was speechless, well until he choked out, "Is she going to live?"

"I found out that she has a rare blood type, and they ran out of it, they were planning to order some, but they can't get it here on time. I have her type but I need your permission.

"Sure, Jake. Just let me call the hospital and let them know you're in charge. Thanks Jake, are you sure that you don't want me to come home. We're only in San Francisco," his voice was sad and he was testing every word on his tongue.

"No, stay, finish the trip," I responded.

Charlie thanked me again, and then we hung up.

I sat in the waiting room.



A Doctor came out and called, "Is there a Jacob Black here?"

I pulled out my wallet while I was walking over to him, I showed my ID and he showed me to Bella.

She was more pale than normal, barely breathing, and her heart monitor went from racing fast, to a deadly stop, and then, it started again.

The doctor from La Push came in and took some blood.

I got dizzy from the blood loss so I sat down and eventually fell asleep, only to wake up, fully rejuvenated, to a sleeping Bella.

I was in charge of her so I sat next to her and waited for her to wake up…

Back to Bella's Point of View…

I groaned, clutching my stomach, I felt, not the skin of my torso, but the touch of a white cotton gauss. It felt sticky towards my side, and all around my back.

"She's waking up," someone to my right whispered. I felt a hand on my forehead and another on my wrist.

"No, I'm not. Let me go back to sleep," I moaned, shoving my face into the pillow.

Someone chuckled. "Come on, Bells. Get up. The doctors need to speak with you," a familiar voice said.

"Do I need to speak with them?" I asked, getting more conscious by the moment.

"Yeah, you do, now get up," the voice urged.

I went to turn around so I was on my back, but that movement hurt; a lot. I let out a groan from the pain.

"I thought you gave her medication for the pain?" the voice whispered.

"I did, she would have been in a lot more pain if I didn't," a female voice snapped.

"Hey, whoever you are, can you help me up?" I asked, knowing that I sounded rude but I didn't care.

I felt a hand on my neck and another under my legs, holding me in bridal style but I'm facing the ground. Another came to my other side and I was gently rolled onto the other person's hands. This person wasn't as warm, and he was struggling under my weight. I was quickly taken back into WG (Warm Guy, I decided to call him in my mind) arms, and lay down onto the bed, sitting up.

I looked to my right to see Jacob as mister WG.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"We want to know the same thing. You arrive here with a serious injury, and pass out two steps inside. How did it happen?"



I told them that I went to get a drink and I noticed that there was some rain water on the floor and got up to wipe it up. Then me being a klutz I slipped in the water and fell back onto the glass table. My doctor told me to be more careful.

"Bella?" Jake asked me while he drove me home, he decided that, me, driving ten minutes leaning on my back was a bad idea if it was going to heal, it shouldn't have pressure on it. Right now, I'm lying in the back bench seat of my truck, while he drives me home.





"Yeah, Jake?" I asked.

"What really happened? Why do you really have that… uh injury?"

"Jake, I really think you already know, but if you really want me to say it…" I trailed off.

"Bella, I really want you to say it."

"Edward—"

"That bloodsucker jumped you and you fell, but why didn't he stay? His family left. They left yesterday, he stayed odiously to say goodbye. Did he even do that? They told Sam that they were leaving, did they even tell you?"

I just laid there. I soaked up all of his words and waited for the pain, but there was none, just extreme hatred.

"No, he didn't even say he was leaving. I didn't even know," I said in a low voice.

"Bella, I—"

But I fell into unconsciousness before he finished his statement.