Scorched
JPOV
"I'm going to go take a shower, get all of this blood off of me." I glanced over at Bella, who had blacked out, and left the room.
BPOV
I couldn't feel anything. I could feel everything. I heard voices, they were quiet and urgent. I heard Alice saying something about not being able to see at the same time there was a pinch on the inside of my arm. I felt another tear, this one was the worst but I held my tongue knowing screaming wouldn't help. I forced my eyes open and saw Jasper covered in blood looking at four instead of three pale bundles. I worked up as much strength as I could and gasped a few words out.
"At… least we… already know what… to… name them." I breathed trying to smile as best as I could. Then I heard more urgent whispers and felt the most excruciating pain in my chest. I felt something cold at the same place, though that was immediately replaced by flames. I was engulfed completely in a matter of seconds and I understood. Jasper had bitten me. I couldn't hear as clearly now, just murmuring and someone breathing behind me. I felt blackness creeping up on me, but I fought it. I battled it for, I assumed, three days and the entire time I was burning. Slowly the fire was driven out of the tiny veins in my fingers and toes, but all of the flames seemed to be flooding to the same place: my heart. I couldn't restrain my self any longer. I started thrashing from the pain, silently wishing to die. I still hadn't screamed though, I kept silent even though the rest of my body had betrayed me. I felt hands try to restrain me, six to be exact. I surprised myself when I knew how many hands held me down. I realized, also, that I could hear and smell a lot more. There was a honey-lilac-sunshine smell that clung to my clothes. It was so familiar I wanted to cry. I was quickly distracted by the other smells, though, to linger on the touchy subject. I could smell a rose-strawberry-summer scent that belonged to a pair of strong, small hands. Must be Alice. Then I smelt the most wonderful fragrance yet. It smelled like rose-honey-moonlight, Jasper. I thought it was kind of ironic that part of Jasper's smell was similar to Edward's and part of their scents were similar. My heart felt white-hot from the intensity of the flames. My heartbeat sounded like hummingbird wings. The heat intensified more, to my disbelief, and then slowly the fire started to slow and my heartbeat became more lethargic. Finally there was silence. I waited for a couple of seconds before I opened my eyes, remembering everything I wanted to from my past life before I saw anything through my new eyes. When I did I was amazed and I gasped a chiming, feathery sound. I could see everything my old eyes couldn't. I saw little spectrums with an eighth color I had no name for at the edge of every little rainbow. I felt a something squeeze my hand and before I had completely made the decision to get into an offensive crouch I was up and snarling. I realized that it was Jasper who had squeezed my hand and I immediately stood erect, quite embarrassed. He chuckled reading my emotions and I smiled sheepishly. I noticed Alice and Carlisle were also in the room, staring at me astonished. I looked around the rest of the room for the other members of my family. I was shocked by myself when I noticed Edward wasn't here and I was disappointed. I knew he would always hold a piece of my heart but I didn't quite realize how large a section he had taken with him. Jasper misread my disappointment.
"Everyone else is downstairs, love." He said. I could see they were all hiding something from me.
"Where are my babies? I want to see them." I stated firmly in a musical voice I didn't recognize.
"They are downstairs as well… but Bella? They're in a comatose state; we can't get them to wake up. We've tried everything." I was frozen with shock. I raced downstairs before anyone could stop me.