I really apologize for the delay on these chapters but here they are at last! Enjoy!

I awoke to the same strange mixture of hot and cold hands I passed out to. Surprisingly I wasn't at the hospital where I thought that I should have been. I was simply at Jake's house; the equipment from a hospital was crowded around Jacob's bed, which had been moved out of his closet-sized bedroom and into the slightly more spacious den. I stirred slightly, instantly regretting it. Sharp stabs of pain plunged into my ribs and legs. I winced.

"Bella?" One voice said. I opened my eyes to reveal Jacob hovering over me. "Are you, OK?" The shock prevented me to even attempt at talking. Slowly I nodded, a lie. I was anything but OK. Jacob seemed to know this quite well already seeing the way he raised his thick eyebrows at me in disbelief.

The room was silent except for the irritating bleeping of a monitor beside me. I searched the room for the cold hands. I knew I had felt them and I knew that there was only one thing that could be them. I could smell whomever it was- they were in the room right now. I was sure of it. There was a vampire here somewhere.

I attempted to talk but it didn't go too well. I'm sure Jacob understood me anyway. "Vampire?" My voice was scratchy and incoherent. It was Jacob's turn to nod. I tried to talk once more. "Who?" I asked.

"Carlisle." He replied, his jaw clenching. "He's trying to save you, Bella."

"Jacob?" I asked quietly.

He answered quickly, "Yes?"

"You lied to me? That day when I woke up? You told me," my voice began to choke up, "that you hated me."

Jacob's eyes burned intensely, "If I ever get my hands on that evil, conniving, sick little cockroach I'll kill her!" His voice broke twice, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'll tear her to ribbons! I'll make her wish that she had never messed with you!"

My heart stopped. The monitor's readings went blank. Carlisle was next to me in an instant. "Bella!" Jacob yelled. People suddenly surrounded me.

"Bella!" Carlisle's usually calm voice was drowned in anxiety. "Breathe, Bella!" I tried to obey and my heart stuttered back to life. Sighs of relief could be heard all around me. I looked around shakily to see Paul, Sam, Embry, Jared, Billy, Emily, Alice, Edward, Jasper, Emmett, surprisingly, Rosalie, Esme, and of course Jacob and Carlisle.

I tried to breathe but it felt as if there wasn't enough air. Carlisle seemed to notice and pulled out a long, clear tube. "Open." He instructed. I opened my mouth and he shoved the tube into my throat. I gagged, as air flooded down my esophagus and calmed my gasping lungs. The tube was uncomfortable, I felt as if I should chew it but Carlisle instructed me not to.

"What happened?" I choked out, trying to talk through the tube.

"Don't talk, Bella." Carlisle ordered gently, "We'll tell you everything when you're ready. Unless you're ready now?"

I nodded once and looked to the Cullen family. My hollow heart exploded in happiness. I had missed them all so much. The monitor went wild. Then I looked to the pack. Everyone was there. My tender heart slowed dramatically. Then I looked to Jacob. My heart threw fireworks. Was what Victoria said true? Did Jacob love me all along or was she telling a sick joke.

Carlisle, who was already scared at the intense speeding and slowing of my heart, nearly screamed in fear when my heart stopped all together as I thought about Victoria. When I thought about what Jacob said about her my heart stopped altogether once more.

Jacob's eyes burned intensely, "If I ever get my hands on that evil, conniving, sick little cockroach I'll kill her!" His voice broke twice, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'll tear her to ribbons! I'll make her wish that she had never messed with you!"

I couldn't help myself from attempting to talk again. Carlisle was pumping my heart by hand as my whole body went ice cold. This scared Carlisle even more, my body should have been burning hot to him.

"Victoria is still alive?" I gasped in the smallest voice I could muster.

Everyone around me looked so serious. In terror I smacked a button on the oxygen tank that was spitting air into my throat. I pulled out the plastic tube and spoke in horror.

"But she had to be dead!" I screamed, my heart pounding back to life too quickly. "I saw her! In the fire! I know I did!" Tears streamed from my eyes. I had never been more scared than I was right now. Not when I turned into a werewolf, not when Victoria flew me out the door, not when Edward left me, not when I met Laurent in the field. Cold terror was drowning me.

My body heaved with burning, sickening rounds of nausea. My face got hot and I could feel bile rising in my throat. My cheeks were ashen and my throat was ablaze. I leaned myself over the side of the bed and let my stomach's contents go. I felt so sick. So terrified. Esme immediately got to work at cleaning my mess.

I was soothed then. My heart beat at a normal pace and I felt as if nothing was wrong. Jasper. I glared at him. His calming was like a band-aid. It stopped the flow of panic as a band-aid would stop the flow of blood. But I knew that the fear was still there, it was just hiding. It wouldn't be long before it began to bleed through.