JACOB POV

After Bella left the room, I reached into my pocket to pull out the cell phone. I had turned it off after Edward's call and I wanted to check any messages. Twenty eight…there were twenty eight messages, all from Edward.

Since Bella was only across the hall, I had to hurry. I listened to the first. "Bella, it's over! James and Victoria are both dead. Jacob will bring you to Spokane and I'll meet up with you there. I really miss you! Please call me back as soon as you get this, I need to hear your voice. I love you." I let the next message play.

"Jacob, we arrived in Spokane. It's far too crowded and there are no rooms in any of the hotels. I'll meet up with you in the next town. Have Bella call me so I know you got this message. Thank you again." I skipped to the last message.

"Bella, where are you?" There was a brief silence. "Jacob, so help me…tell me where she is. I will kill you if you hurt her. GIVE HER BACK, DOG!"

As I was deleting the messages, the phone rang but I had no desire to answer it. There was no doubt that it was Edward and I wasn't feeling up to talking to him. What could I say anyway? "Hey, Eddie. How's it hanging? Just wanted you to know that when we get back, she will belong to me…so why don't you and your blood sucking family just leave." Although it would be fun to say, it wouldn't work. I know he would only leave if Bella told him.

I turned the phone off again and placed it back in my pocket. I needed rest.

I don't remember my fever ever being this bad before. I didn't want Bella to worry, so I definitely wasn't going to tell her that the fevers started about a month ago. At first it would only last a few hours but the last time it happened, it lasted throughout the night. I was beginning to see a cycle. First, it was like I hadn't eaten in weeks. I would clean out the fridge and it didn't seem to bother Billy any. Sometimes he would join me before it was all gone. Then the fever would start. I should have recognized it earlier today but my mind was on Bella.

She looked so small, curled up on the front seat. I had a hard time concentrating on the road when my hand was on her. Her skin was pale, smooth, and soft. When she would mutter something I couldn't make out, I would caress her arm with a little more pressure. My touch would calm her and I reveled in it. She was made for me and I was made for her.

I snapped out of it and looked at the door because there was a clicking noise that told me she was wrestling with the lock and I chuckled. Only Bella. But finally it opened. She smiled at me as if to say, "Don't trouble yourself to get up and help me," and she went into the bathroom and shut the door. I chuckled again wondering if she would get trapped in there now.

I'll talk to her after a short nap, I thought. I'd found all the words I wanted to tell her and knowing how stubborn she was, I settled in for a long night.