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Chapter Eleven: Zero Days Till
"Bella, I was planning on killing you."
Jacob didn't want Bella's day to be filled with this, but he saw no other choice. If he didn't tell her now he would never get another chance. Bella lay on the hospital bed with her head angled away from him, thinking about what he was saying.
"Like I said before, I was so jealous of Edward. Why did he, he, get you instead of me? I hated it; seeing you two together, looking so happy. So that's where I came up with that crazy plan. Kill both of you and-"
"Jacob, that's enough."
Bella's voice was barely audible. She was too weak to speak, to open her eyes, to even attempt to move around. She lay still, waiting for death to arrive.
She had been hoping Edward would just suddenly show up, but the chances weren't looking good. It was already midmorning and anyway, he was in Alaska. Alaska. Bella wished she could have gone with him.
"Ah, stupid phone!"
Bella heard the annoying beeps of Jacob's phone, wishing it would stop. She hoped it wasn't the last noise she would hear.
"Two new voice mails," Jake muttered, holding the phone up to his ear to listen. The room was quiet for a moment. Then, alarming Bella, Jacob gasped.
"Oh my god!"
He sounded shocked, almost excited, and he ran to the other side of Bella's bed to look her in the face and said, very loudly. "He found a cure, Bella! Edward might make you better!"
Bella just looked at him. Even positive encouragement couldn't get her out of her sad mood.
Edward was in a taxi on his way to Forks when Jacob had told Bella the exciting news. He was anxious and nervous and he snapped his fingers impatiently as he made his slow retreat back to Bella.
Gosh, I hope I make it.
He glanced at the old man who portrayed himself as the taxi driver, humming away to the old country music, and taking his good old time.
"Could you speed up a bit?" Edward asked him.
"Sorry, boy, but we have to keep the speed limit."
"But we're going five miles under the speed limit!"
"Sorry," was all the man had to say.
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Bella coughed violently and clutched her chest, trying to catch her breath.
"Bella, you might make it!"
Jacob had been saying that for the past hour and it was getting on Bella's nerves. She honestly doubted that Edward was coming back to Forks, let alone bringing something that would help her overcome this illness. She wanted to desperately scream at Jacob to shut up, but she couldn't find her voice. She was getting much worse, she could feel it. There wasn't much time left.
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"Just stop here, okay? Stop here; I can walk the rest of the way."
"But the hospital is still about two miles away," the taxi driver objected.
"I don't care!" Edward said, opening the car door before the car even stopped. I would make more time on foot than how slow you're going. He threw some money at the driver and jumped out. Luckily the driver knew better and slammed on his breaks when Edward made his escape jump.
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"Jake." Bella tried to say. "Jake."
Jacob stared at her, sensing her time was short.
"But I thought Edward was going to save you," Jacob cried, still clinging onto that hope. "He's coming, Bella. Don't give up now. Don't do this, Bella. Stay strong. You will live. Just hold on a few more minutes."
Bella's breathing labored and she slumped more into the bed. It felt cozy and comfortable. She felt like she could drift off to sleep and never wake up. And she was planning on doing that. She didn't want to stay strong anymore, she just wanted, needed, to give up.
"Bella, please! Don't do this! Please! Stay here with me."
Jacob felt tears slip down his face as he watched Bella fall asleep.
"Please Edward," He pleaded. "Please get here and save her."
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Edward never ran this fast in his life. He was exhausted and a little light headed, but he kept his pace and soon the big hospital building approached.
I need to get to room eleven, I need to get to room eleven!
He pushed open the door and kept running, though he knew better than to run in a hospital. He turned a few corners, flew up a flight of stairs, and there, straight ahead of him, was room eleven.
"I'm here, Bella," He shouted, hoping she'd hear.
He opened the door, breathing hard, his hand clutching the blue powder. But what he saw puzzled him and brought fear.
The room was empty.
Bella wasn't there.