I don't own anything. I am a hopeless romantic though :]

Jacob's P.O.V.

I awoke to the monotonous beep of a machine. As my senses became clearer, it occurred to me that I was in a bed and hooked to an IV machine. I sat up and took in my surroundings. The room had a comforting and warm atmosphere to it. A chestnut grandfather clock loomed in the corner beside a marble fireplace, a charcoal-colored grand piano sat on the adjacent side of the room, and I sat in the middle of the room…in a hospital bed?

I pulled the covers back and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I wanted to find out where I was.

"Tsk, tsk. You're first day awake and you're already trying to jump out of bed?"

The room suddenly filled with that sweet/bitter scent that only a vampire carries. Upon instinct, a low guttural growl emitted from my throat as I turned to face the voice that came from the door. There standing at the door stood a man that looked no older than his late-twenties. He looked like he was picked from a catalog. He stood tall, straight, with bright blonde hair, and bright white teeth.

"I presume you're the doctor?" I spat, my voice dripping with venom. It was because of his kind that I was in this predicament. Excuse me for not being so gracious.

He nodded at me before continuing.

"I'm Carlisle Cullen. Or, 'the doctor', as you say. My son Edward found you and brought you here."

I perked up at the name.

"Edward? He found me?"

"Yes, he heard your call for help. Edward is…special. I am sure you have heard that some vampires have special gifts. Well, Edward can hear the thoughts of people who he is in tune to."
Oh. Wow. It was a long shot me just thinking that. I guess it was fortunate that he could hear it.

"So, how long have I been here?" I asked him, looking out the window.

"Three days."

"Three days?" I asked wide-eyed. "Oh my god. Have you talked to Sam? What about my pack? I haven't messed up the treaty have I?"

A million thoughts were running through my head. Did they know yet? Seth didn't tell them did he?

"Jacob, calm down. I have talked to Sam and explained the situation. You were in no condition to move to the reservation. With six broken ribs and a punctured lung, you needed to be with a doctor. I promised Sam that as soon as you healed you could go back. I think you should at least wait another day, but if you are feeling well enough you are may leave."

I really should have been nicer to Carlisle. He practically saved my life. Well, him and Edward. I sighed and turned back to Carlisle.

"Can I have a moment? I'll let you know."

"Of course." He said, before turning to exit.

"Oh, and Carlisle?" I said. "Thank you for saving me."

"I think you have Edward to thank for that, Jacob." He said as he exited the room.
I did have Edward to thank for that. My savior.

"Ahhh! What are you thinking?" I silently scolded myself.

I barely knew him and I was already calling him my savior? I moved off of the bed onto my feet and began to test out my muscles. I felt weak and unbalanced as I walked around the room and stretched. I guess I was moving too fast too soon because the next thing I knew my legs began to shake violently. I flailed out, trying to grasp something to catch myself. The ground rushed up to meet me, but I stopped suddenly, as a cold pair of arms wrapped themselves around me. I looked up to see a pair of dark honey eyes staring into mine.

"Are you okay?" he asked, studying me.

Oh. My. God. I'm in his arms. Images of my dream flashed in my head. I wonder if he really is that good?

He smirked down at me.

Shit. He can read minds. Right.

"I am fine. You can let me go." I snapped. I was kind of annoyed at him reading my thoughts. And we haven't even seen each other but twice and I was already the girl in this relationship.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Ugh! Just let me go! I don't need your help." I said trying to squirm out of his arms. He picked me up and set me on the bed.

"Jacob, please try and get some rest." He said smirking at me.
"I am FINE." I snapped at him. I immediately felt sorry. He was just trying to help me.

"I am normallynever this weak. I don't know how that leech…er, I mean vampire got the best of me. I have taken on better than him before."

"He was a newborn vampire." Edward explained. "They are normally twenty times stronger than regular vampires and-"

I'm sure he said more but I lost my train of thought. He was gorgeous. His bronze hair seemed to always be so perfect and those eyes. Those honey colored eyes were orgasmic. Even his outfit was amazing. His shirt showed off those chiseled abs that he had and his pants…oh boy he wore those pants. I'm sure I was drooling because when I looked back up he was smiling at me.

"Oh…umm…Did you say something?" I stammered rather unintelligently.

Edward walked up and leaned in close to me, brushing his face against mine. My heart began racing and my palms began to sweat. To be a vampire he smelled soooo good.

"Jacob?" He whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

I gulped.

"Y-Y-Yeah?" I stammered out.

"You really need to get some rest. We can't have my puppy weak now can we?" he teased before swiftly exiting the room before I could say anything in response.

Damn him. He had me and the bad part about it is he knew it.

Authors note: I still don't know how to separate this stuff. Still waiting for a message :]