Still Jacob's POV
The next thing I remembered, I was standing there in Bella's bedroom, my muzzle and paws covered in blood. I looked down and howled one long note, for there, lying on the floor was Bella- surrounded in a pool of her own blood with deep gashes down the left side of her body.
Realisation soon hit me. I had attacked Bella. Killed her myself. I was worse than the leech. At least he hadn't physically hurt her. I was a monster, a murderer...
Pacing the room in a panic trying desperately to think, a small movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was Bella. Breathing. Skidding to her side, I placed one oversized paw on her wrist- checking her pulse. It was weak, almost impossible to feel, but it was definitely there.
She was alive, but only just. I shut my eyes, trying to calm down enough to phase, but I had no such luck. I was going to have to do this wolf.
Carefully, I caught her shirt in my teeth, and hauled her onto my back. Pushing the door open further, I ran down the stairs and out of the house into the morning light of the rising sun.
Without realising it, I found myself running in the direction of the Quileute reservation. Then I remembered why- even when Bella was in danger, I didn't want her being treated by a parasite.
Finally, I reached the hospital and was presented with the challenge of getting her in. Obviously, I couldn't just walk in as a wolf with a bleeding girl on my back. Looking around, I carefully placed her on the front step of the entrance and rammed into the door.
Perfect; even the less sensitive ears of the humans inside would be alarmed by the racket I had just made. Stepping behind the row of rosebushes next to a window, I closely watched the entrance.
After only a few seconds, an elderly nurse stepped outside and gasped at the sight of Bella's limp body. She called something to the people inside, and three other nurses helped lift Bella onto a stretcher and inside the hospital.
I was finished here- there were things that had to be done.