All Credits Belong To Stephenie Meyer
Jacob POV
No. This could not be happening. Bella had to make it. Curse her motherly instincts! SHE COULD NOT DIE ON ME! I had kidnapped Carlisle on my bike and made my way straight to Port Angeles Hospital. Carlisle was equally determined and worried about Bella. I didn't bother parking the bike and drove it directly to the hospital corridor following Rufus as he jumped out following Bella's scent in the hospital. I stopped my bike as soon as I saw a Red Sam. I parked it there and rushed to him.
Edward POV
Carlisle passed by us running after Rufus to the operation room where Sebastian was. Jacob and Sam sat beside us slowly. Alice turned to Jacob. "Hey. Did you know Sebastian?"
"Yes. He's a really close friend to us." Sam said. Jacob had his head down. I had never seen him so serious. "Izzy will make it, Jacob." Sam soothed him.
"If Sebastian hadn't been there, we'd be dead. I owe him my life." I said slowly.
"That's him. Good old Izzy." Sam muttered shaking his head.
"Izzy?" I asked.
Sam seemed confused for a second. "Yeah. His middle name is Isaac." He made it sound like a question.
The guy whose life was basically a living hell in school. The same guy took BULLETS for me. Me. The guy saved my sister. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders relishing her warmth. I was so relieved that she was fine. She laid her head on my shoulder and cried silently. Rufus crept up to us slowly and hid under the seat. We waited for what seemed like hours when Carlisle came out of the operation room. His gaze locked on us in confusion.
"What are you two doing here?" He asked.
"Sebastian saved my life." I said. My voice sounded dead. Even to me.
"We managed to pull out the bullets but he slipped into a comma." He said almost in a whisper. Alice started crying hysterically then.
"Can I see him?" Jacob and Sam asked simultaneously.
"Yeah. He's in room 345. Don't make a lot of noise." Carlisle muttered lifelessly. He hugged Alice and pulled us out of the hospital. "What happened?" He asked me in a whisper.
"Alice and I sneaked out later at night. She needed some things from the mall. When we were walking back to the car when I saw some men walking over to us. I tried to stop but they cornered us. We tried to fight but they held us down. They were six. They grabbed Alice and were about to-" I couldn't finish it. "Sebastian must have heard her scream and he saved her. And me. The last one ran away but he came back with a …gun." I could hear the tremble in my voice. "He was about to shoot me but Sebastian pushed me away. He saved my life Carlisle. Even after everything I did to him."
"Everything you did to him?" Carlisle asked raising his eyebrows. His voice had reached an octave.
"I bullied him Carlisle. Everyday." I muttered looking down. "Pushing him around, hurting him and everything. Just because my friends expected me to." Carlisle was silent for a long time. When he looked at me, his eyes were filled with shock, hurt and disappointment. It pierced like a knife. "He comes to me every week. There are times I practically beg him to tell me his bully's name. I ask him why he didn't fight back. I know he's a deadly martial artist but still. What was stopping him to defend himself?" he seemed almost in hysterics now. "He always said that he didn't want to hurt his father and me. Now I know why he did what he did but you Edward. You! Do you know the look on his father's face every time he came to me? The pain in his eyes? I will never stop loving you Edward but this. I pulled out one of the bullets from where I had stitched YOUR partially carved name! You have disappointed me son. That too in a length I can't imagine." He said to my face calmly and went back inside with Alice.
Jacob POV
She wasn't dead. But she wasn't smiling either. Why did she always have to play the hero? She wouldn't be my Bella if she didn't. There she lay. Lifeless and dressed as Monroe. I could do nothing for her. There were so many tubes and a machine beeping with every heartbeat. I would give anything for her to wake up. I sat by her bed holding her right hand between my own silently praying for a miracle. Please wake up Bella. What will I do without you?
"Wake up please." I said to her face. Rufus was sitting by his side with a very sullen face. Sam put his hand on my shoulder.
"She'll be fine Jake. Izzy is strong." He said but I could hear the trace of fear in his eyes. What would I do now? He put a bag in my arms. It was Bella's bag. "We need to keep up the charade of her being a dude. But she got a new book today. Maybe you would want to read it to her." I sniffed giving a watery smile. He nodded at me giving me a kiss on the cheek and left the room. We both loved Bella like a sister but Sam knew she meant more to me. Her presence was like a drug diverting me from my monsters. There wasn't a day I didn't see her. Sam respected our bond and he loved her too which made me love him more. I sat down opening the book. 'Wuthering Heights.' Her favorite book. It was the least I could do and I hated that fact. I tuned out my senses simply reading to my sister. I cracked small jokes while reading to her and huffing slightly. I was treated by silence.
Carlisle POV
It hurt. A lot. Not knowing why, the person I love like a daughter didn't trust me enough to tell me who tortured her. Why she didn't fight back. I knew she could severely hurt people when she started fighting, so much so, it was almost impossible for her to stop once she started. But knowing why the person I love did what she did hurt a lot worse. When I heard the phone call, I thought I was in the middle of a nightmare but Jacob broke in my office and pulled me by my arm to his bike. When Edward spoke, I wished he was lying. 'Reality is but cruel.' Bella spoke those words very often when I first met her which was nearly five years back. I couldn't think anymore. Didn't know what to feel. All I felt was longing. I had failed my purpose. I could have seen it. E and D carved on his stomach. Her unwillingness to tell me. I just wanted her to wake up now. Is it too much to ask? I stood in the doorway looking at Jacob as he read out Wuthering Heights to Bella. That girl saved my son. Her face looked peaceful. I could only imagine what was going on in Jacob's mind. He must be reeling.
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