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Billy rolled into the room at full speed. He felt Jacob's forehead while Jacob rocked back and forth, still moaning. He muttered something like, "Not already!" Jacob was shaking violently where he sat.
"Bella, go call Sam Uley," Billy commanded, ushering me out of the living room. "The number is next to the phone."
I obediently went to the phone and found the pad of paper that had a bunch of numbers scrawled on it. Sam Uley's was the third one on the list, under Charlie's. I dialed and waited two rings, and then someone picked up.
"Hello?" answered a deep male voice.
"Is this Sam?" I asked, praying it was; Jacob was getting worse by the sound of it.
"Yes. May I ask who this is?"
"I'm Bella Swan. Listen, Billy asked me to call you. Jacob isn't feeling well; he's got a really high temperature –"
"I'll be right over," Sam interrupted. "You should leave before you're exposed." The phone went dead.
"See you," I said to the phone. As I hung up, Billy called to me gruffly.
"Bella, you should go home before you get exposed."
I narrowed my eyes in his direction, since he was still in the living room with Jacob. I wanted to help, but as Jacob's groans grew louder and more painful, I decided I'd come back in a day or two to lessen the risk of catching whatever he had.
As I reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, seemingly of its own accord. A tall, dark, built young man walked in, giving me a quick glance. I assumed that this was Sam Uley. "Jake's in the living room," I told him, unnecessarily, as Jacob could clearly be heard. Sam only nodded, and he disappeared into the little living room.
I pulled the hood of my jacket up as I ran through the mist into my truck. I drove carefully back home through the dark swirling mist. The full moon shown eerily between gaps in the clouds.
The house was still dark as I pulled into the driveway.
I glanced at the clock on the microwave as I flipped the lights on. It was eight-thirty. I shook my head; this had to be the slowest night in history.
I got ready for bed slowly. After I brushed through my hair more times than strictly necessary, I pulled open the medicine cabinet and took down a bottle of cold medicine. I had only deliberately taken cold drugs once before when I wasn't sick. I pushed that thought out of my mind before it could lead to memories – I wasn't quite ready to face all the consequences of my decision.
I wanted to get a good amount of sleep, so I could face tomorrow with a relatively clear head. Also, taking the pills would keep my night dream-free.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up to a dreary Saturday morning. I stretched and rubbed my eyes, before the previous day's events came rushing back. I blinked, waiting for the tears to run. A single tear escaped. I stared at the wet drop on my finger. It could never had worked properly, Bella, my subconscious tried to convince me. I nodded to myself; it sounded reasonable. Edward's beauty had always struck me like a bolt of lightning. How was I good enough for him? I couldn't see what he saw in me every morning I looked in the mirror.
My door creaked open. Charlie tried to inconspicuously stick his head in my room to see if I was still asleep. "Oh, hi Bells." He stepped in a bit farther. "I was just going to tell you that Harry and I were going to go fishing, nice day and all…" he trailed off. "Hon, I'm sorry about the Cullens," he paused, not knowing where to go from there.
"It's alright, Dad," I murmured, trying my best not to make him feel awkward. Charlie stood in the door for a moment, shuffling his feet a bit, anxious to be on the way.
He sighed, "Do you want me to stay home today?"
"No, Dad, you go catch us some dinner." I hopped out of bed and gave him a hug that had more cheer than I felt. "I was going to go visit Jacob; he wasn't feeling so hot yesterday. Actually, he was burning up, but that's kind of beside the point…" I was rambling.
Charlie patted me on the back. I followed him down the stairs and helped him gather his gear. He took the fishing pole before I could do any damage with it. He nodded to me and I shut the door behind him.
I went back upstairs to change into jeans and my light blue t-shirt. I swung into the bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously while running my fingers through my hair with the other hand.
The phone rang and I wiped my mouth hurriedly. I snatched it up on the third ring. "Hello?" I said a bit breathlessly.
"Bella," said a vaguely familiar voice, "this is Sam Uley."
"Oh. Hey, is Jake okay?"
"Not really. Billy wanted me to tell you to stay home for a while so Jacob can… recover."
I shook my head, even though I knew he couldn't see the movement. "I can help; Billy can't take care of Jake by himself."
"The guys and I have got it under control Bella," he said curtly. "We'll let you know when he's ready." The phone went dead. Apparently, Sam Uley wasn't one for goodbyes.
"The hell you do. I think that this requires a woman's touch."