BPOV

Jake is taking me to the hospital. I tried to convince him not too. But after we both had our little naps on the couch at his house, he decided I needed to be looked at by Dr. Gerandy. His thoughts were further developed when Billy, coming home to update us on how Harry was, casually said how I might have a concussion from not breathing for the length of time that I was under the water for.

Thanks, Billy.

Though, I was relieved that Harry was more stable than he had been when I saw Sam at the bottom of the cliff. He was in a coma, so he was going to be all right as long as he woke up soon.

Maybe If I told Jacob that...that...I left the stove on this morning!

"Jake," I tugged on his arm as he was trying to drag me to my truck. "I think I left the stove on this morning. The house may be burning down right now, and you're taking me to the hospital. Think about what Charlie would say."

"Bella." Jacob started to say, "You need to practise lying. You aren't very good at it." Damn! I cursed silently. "And anyways, you're the type of person who would always double check that the stove was off before she left, so we'll never have a problem with that."

Why do I have to be such a horrible liar? It's just not fair. I mean Jacob can lie perfectly well, and I can never tell what's truth and what isn't. Not that Jake can easily lie to me. Really, with the werewolf thing, he had trouble not telling me about that for two weeks! And Ed- No. I will not subject myself to that kind of pain again. Jumping off the cliff had been extremely reviving, and now I was all full of Ed- No. I wouldn't say his name. I was now full of happiness from his voice. He was a great liar anyways, as were the rest of the Cul- The whole in my chest opened. It was a good thing that Jacob was pulling me along while holding me around the waist, otherwise I would have been almost doubled over in pain.

Jake was sticking me in the truck. He did up the seatbelt, slammed the door shut, and went to the driver's side.

As soon as he walked around, I quickly undid my seatbelt and jump out of the truck. I stepped out one step and, what do you know, I tripped.

Once again, why do I have to be so un-coordinated?

Jake came to the passenger's side where I was sprawled out on the ground and picked me up again.

"Now do you see why you need to go to the hospital?" He asked, stifling a laugh.

"Fine Jake, but no needles." I gave in. He walked over to the driver side this time, and slid me over the seat to the passengers side that that he could get in.

I did up my seatbelt by myself. Jacob pulled out of his driveway and down the street toward the hospital. Great.

It was a quite ride for me to meet my doom. Jake didn't even bother to engage me in conversation.

I stared at him instead. Jacob was beautiful, to me. So much, that he could almost compare with him. I really did love Jacob.

Not at all in comparison to him of course, but still a little bit. And also not in the same way, there was no more room in my heart for that kind of love.

Thinking about how much I loved-no love...him made me wonder. What if he ever came back? Not to see me obviously, just to visit his old house or something. What would I do if I saw him? My mind would scream for me to turn in the other direction and run, but I couldn't doubt what my heart would force me to do. If I ever saw him again, without being able to control myself, I would run to him and hug him. Even if he pushed me away, I would continue staring at his beauty, for as long as he stayed in Forks. And that scared me.

Jacob opened the passenger door and lifted me out. I hadn't even realised that we were at the hospital yet. Boy, time flies fast when you're thinking about love.

He carried my inside the main building and I didn't protest; all of my days activities had worn me out.

Suprisingly enough, the hospital waiting room was close to empty.

Jacob took me towards the front desk and explained what was wrong with me.

"She jumped off a cliff this morning," with the startled look of the receptionist, he continued "Just for fun, cliff diving. But she did it alone so she was under the water for quite some time before I dived in and saved her."

I hated the way Jacob said "dived in and saved her". As if I always needed to be saved. As if I couldn't take care of myself. Well, I guess I did need some help walking across flat surfaces now and then, but I wasn't always a damsel in distress.

The receptionist replied, "I see, well, we'll just run some tests, and we'll keep you," she looked pointedly at me, "Overnight, just in case you have a concussion." Right, because I so believe you aren't keeping my to see if I'm suicidal.

She nodded for me to go down a hallway to where Dr. Gerandy was sitting on a chair, reading a book.

Jacob carried me down the hall and then he cleared his throat.

"Dr. Gerandy? Could take a look at Bella here, she jumped off a cliff and may have a concussion." Jacob had put why we were there so bluntly I could tell he was trying to stifle a laugh.

Dr. Gerandy nodded and led me to a bed surrounded by others. Jacob sat me on the bed.

He leaned over a small table next to the bed, his back to me and Jake.

He turned around, "Bella, we're just going to have to do a few test," He pulled out a needle from behind him, I jumped off the bed and started to squirm backwards, "Now Bella, just stay still, this won't hurt a bit, just a little prick."

I was swerving away from him, and I looked warily at Jake. "You promised," I tripped, and then I was crawling backward, "You said, no needles!"

A nurse was holding me to the floor, and Jacob was staring, shocked. Dr. Gerandy pushed the needle in my arm, and I could feel myself getting tired. My eyes filled up with tears. He had promised! As everythinng started to go dark, I let out one last kick at Dr. Gerandy to get the needle out of my arm.

My head hit the floor, and then it was went black.