The glares that I got back were filled with seriousness and I realized I was in some deep trouble... the La Push boys took their issues very seriously, and didn't have a very good sense of humor.

My throat felt too tight. It felt like I'd swallowed a handful of cotton balls except they got caught in my throat instead. It felt like I'd woken up from a really long nap and had no water to clear my throat out with. Immediately, I began chocking when the spit I had tried to swallow simply went down the wrong hole instead. I thought maybe I would be okay, but then Embry ran across the room and began pounding on my back which only resulted in me coughing harder, and a really sore back.

Eventually I settled myself down and Embry slunk back to the little opening in the living room wall. Avoiding there eyes I decided to take in my surroundings instead. The walls were a basic beige although it was difficult to tell since the wall across from the opening was covered with a big screen television, and two shelves full of different video games, movies, and television series. I turned my head to the right and could only see patches of beige in between two large, ancient handcrafted bookshelves that held the legends of all the first peoples and finally saving the best view for last I glanced to the left where the window took up the greatest portion of the wall. Not much sunlight got through this window, but the view was spectacular. You could see the regal brown trunks of the tall trees that contrasted as a velvety green against the grim, grey sky and a view of the cliffs if you squinted your eyes hard enough.

The room was comfortable, it was a modest sized house with modest sized rooms, and a perfect fit for Jake and Billy. Billy, who had left the room upon the arrival of pack...who were still glaring at me.

Vertigo seized my stomach, I quickly wrapped my arms around my torso to try and stop feeling as though I was falling but it was no use- I knew what was about to happen and these boys weren't going to like it.

"Give me a minute!" I gasped out before I fell against the couch and into another vision.

Emily Young stood in a well lit kitchen, a tiny green spatula whipping quickly in sync with the sharp flick of her wrists. She hummed a happy tune, filling the silence of the her home. She stands in front of a small white paned window, located above the sink as the mixing bowl leans on her right hip, while she mixes with the left hand.

She sighs audibly, although no one is there to hear it. She gently sets down the mixing bowl to let the mixture settle before she walks into the living room and picks up a laundry basket.

She begins to head for the stairs, still humming happily while the laundry basket piled high with folded clothes towers over her head as she struggles to carry it all. When she reaches the first step, she is wary but continues on. The weight is too much for her though, one simple step that she didn't raise her foot high enough to reach and she's stumbling backwards. She tries to catch her balance but the weight of the basket pushes against her all at once and she's thrown down the stairs, all the way from the top. Falling backwards, arms flailing she smashes her head so hard that blood starts to slide down her face. Finally, she lands on the ground with a thud, arm bent at such an odd 90 degree angle, neck tilted to the side, she should be screaming from the pain- but she doesn't. Even as the laundry basket comes flying down after her and lands roughly on top of her she doesn't move... not even her chest.

"Oh my god!" I scream out as a leap gallantly over the sofa.

The boys were all crowded around me but quickly moved at my outburst.

"Neenah are you okay?" Embry reaches for me, but I dart for the door.

"No time to talk!" I curtly reply as I snatch my keys from the hook by the front door.

I'm racing to my car and have it in reverse before the starting lights even blink on. Emily Uley can't die... what the hell is this! First Bella, and now Emily and not even within two hours from each other!

Maybe this was a little more than I bargained for. Emily is Sam's imprint and the whole pack would be devastated if I let her die simply from falling down some stupid stairs. I know that the Uley's house isn't very far from here since Emily and Mom were surprisingly good friends. I can see the boys running to keep up- and they are which is no surprise to me. I figured they would have shifted if they had of known what was going on- and why I already knew what they were.

I can see the pale blue mailbox that sits at the end of the driveway and I make the turn a lot more quickly than I should have under normal circumstances. The driveway is long, but straight so I gun it all the way to the screen door leaving the car running behind me and running with all my might for the house.

I can hear the boys picking up speed behind me now that they realized where I was heading for, and it's no shock to me that Sam was in the front, I knew that without even turning around. They probably thought I was trying to hurt Emily or something, or that I'd lost my mind but they would have to wait for explanation later.

I ran right through the entry way and kitchen, turning sharply right into the living room where the stairs were. Sam and the boys were now breathing down my neck they were so close, I could hear them slamming the screen door. I see Emily lose her footing on the top step, I see the basket start to push her backwards.

"Emily!" I yell, leaping up four steps with my arms open to stop her before she gets the chance to topple backwards.

Of course I didn't consider the fact that I weighed about the same as Emily, and so I didn't have enough strength to stop us from falling backwards, so I though quickly and with every ounce of strength I had, I threw her onto the floor below before flying down the stairs myself.

All of this had occurred in only 5 seconds at the most, but to me it was as though my brain slowed down. I could see each movement clearly, I could quickly calculate what it was I had to do to get Emily down those stairs without hitting her head on them at such an angle that it would snap her neck. Who knew that 15 small steps could be so deadly? I put my hands over my head and tried to launch myself forward off of the step with as much leftover strength I had left. I landed on my arm unfortunately, and with a loud thud the rest of my weight came with it.

Sam burst into the living room frantically running for Emily, as he'd caught the last 8 seconds of me catching Emily, throwing her to the ground and then launching myself so as not to hit any stairs on the way down. Luckily for us, Emily had toppled down backwards a couple of stairs so the fall was hard, but not hard enough to do anything besides sting your arms if you landed right- which I certainly did not.

The rest of the boys ran in behind Sam and surveyed the scene before them, not running nearly as fast as the desperate Sam.

"Neenah! What happened, are you okay?" Embry strides across the room to lay beside me.

"I need someone to take me to the Forks hospital please," I mumbled, my arm throbbing and stinging as I gently attempted to cradle it.

"I can't take you to Forks, Neenah. What about Seattle," Embry asked while reaching out for me.

I winced away from his touch and gave him a dirty look.

"I am in pain, I just had the two biggest scares of my life right in a row. I want painkillers and a doctor and I want them now. I don't care if he's a vampire I'm not bleeding so you need to put your stupidity to the side for now and take me to Forks because I can't drive myself," I spat at him. I could definitely feel the break now, and the tears trailed down my face as I tried to calm myself back down again.

"I-what?" Embry questioned, bewilderment on his face. His eyes scrunched up and he looked up to meet Sam's eyes.

"Sam, she just...she just saved me from falling down all of those stairs. Who knows what could have happened if she hadn't of been there," Emily whispered, stroking Sam's face calmly.

"You would have broken your neck, and your left arm. Also, your head would have been smashed open after bouncing off of the seventh stair and you would have been dead before you landed where I'm sitting right now," I said.

The air went stale, the silence echoed off of the walls. Everyone's eyes were wide as they stared at me in astonishment.

"I'm psychic, I can see the future of your tribe. Get over it, I know all of the legends and if I don't get to a doctor within the next five minutes I will get a lot bitchier," I explained between deep, soothing breaths.

Sam kissed Emily's head gently before he rose from the ground and started walking towards the screen door through the kitchen.

"Embry, carry her but be careful of her arm, we'll take my truck," Sam said without breaking stride.

"Sam what about-" Embry started.

"Emily would have- she wouldn't be okay right now if it wasn't for Neenah so we do what she says for right now. Jake, Jared please follow behind. Just because we're going to see the vamp doctor doesn't mean I trust him." Sam interrupted.

Embry moved to pick me up, but once again I moved away from him and stood up on my own albeit a little off balance.

"I can walk myself thank-you," I said a little coldly to him as I followed after Sam.

Things definitely were not turning out the way I expected this morning...

"Emily, can you call the store and tell them I won't be able to watch the kids. Just tell them I'm a little tied up and that I'll explain it to them later," I explained.

"Of course, dear. Go get your arm looked after and we'll talk when you get back," Emily replied.

For once, I did what I was told.

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Cheeseandcrackers: 05/05/2011