Chapter 7.

The days/months thing is just referring to how long it's been since Jacob's father's death.

Emmett's POV.

1 Day Later.

"Jake." I whispered as I opened the door to my room. I brought him to my house after his dad died. I didn't think he should be in his house right now.

He didn't reply. He was lying motionless on our bed. He wasn't crying, but just lying there silently.

"Jake, I uh…" I walked in front of him and saw his blank expression. It was as if the life was drained out of him. He lost his mother when he was young, and now his father. But he had me. He would always have me. I forgave him for Paul and everything, well almost everything, as soon as I realized how much he was going to need me.

"I got you some food." I said, still remaining quiet. I set the bowl of soup and the water down on the bedside table and climbed in with him. I could tell he was not going to eat, even if he wanted to. I pulled him close to me. He didn't resist. He didn't do anything.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and began to gently smooth it. I kissed his head and within a few minutes he fell asleep.

2 Days Later.

Jacob was still lying in the bed, still motionless. He hasn't said a word to me since we were in the hospital. I didn't know how to comfort him. This is the first time I've had to do this sort of thing. I wanted him to let me know that he was okay but, he wasn't. And he needed time to grieve. So the only thing I could do was hold him close.

He still wasn't eating and since he's a wolf, I started to get worried.

"Carlisle." I said as I approached him.

"Yes, Emmett?" He asked. He was always so formal and professional. Always kept his cool. I didn't understand how he could do it.

"I don't know what to do about Jake. Should I just leave him there, or should I try to get him to do stuff? And he's not eating, so I'm really worried."

"I think the best thing for Jacob is to let him to go through his grieving process. Jacob will begin to eat and resume a regular life when he's ready." He stated.

I only nodded and looked down.

"Emmett, I know it's hard, but it will get better in the end. I promise."

"Yeah, I guess." I replied, not really believing him.

"When was the last time you hunted?" He asked. He seemed to know that I haven't hunted in a while. He seemed to know everything.

"Yeah… I'll go do that." I said and rapidly exited the house.

7 Days Later.

"Jake please talk to me." I begged as I looked down at him. A week had passed and he had not moved, eaten, or spoken.

"Please Jake."

He didn't reply, not that I expected him to.

"Jake… I can't do this. I can't watch you sit here and die." I said as a knelt down beside the bed.

"Please. Just talk to me. I need to know you're okay." I pleaded looking into his eyes.

There was only silence. I stood up again and turned to leave when Jacob finally spoke.

"Sorry." He said.

I immediately was at his side again. "Jake, you don't have to be sorry for anything." I pulled him into my arms and kissed his head. "I love you. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."

"I love you too, Emmett." He said slowly. There was barely any emotion when he spoke. He seemed dead. Emotionless. It would be the same way if I turned him into a vampire. Of course I wanted him to be with me forever, but the though of Jake having no life left? No beating heart? Stuck?

My thoughts were interrupted by the knock at the door. No one else was home besides me and Jake, so I answered it. Paul.

Sorry this chapter is very short, but I promise I will make it up in the next one! Thanks for reading! Reviews are always appreciated :D