…the blanket was shifting uncomfortably on my legs, and it took me a moment to realize why it was there. Of course, after that first moment of recognition, all the pain came flooding back in a tidal wave, drenching me in pain only partially dulled by the meds that I'd forcibly been given. I couldn't help but moan a bit as the memories cavorted through my brain of the fight, and, more importantly, Bella, before the fight. What would she say now? A memory tickled at the corner of my brain, shimmying its way uncertainly into my thought processes. The blood sucker. Ugh, if it weren't for Bella I would have torn him to pieces already, and yet… She was more important, of course. She'd been of the upmost importance since they left, maybe even before. I hated remembering how he would touch her, how she would swoon as if he were a god or something…. and why would she even let him? It was beyond me. My thoughts were clouded again as I began to black out, though one word still whispered its meaning into my thoughts: Bella. Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, Bell….