A/N: It has been brought to my attention that this story needs more closure. I completely agree. So here's chapter 3.

Jacob's point of view:

Sudden light pierced through my eyelids. It wasn't like turning on a light, no, more like removing a cloud to reveal the sun. My eyes wanted to open, but they couldn't or I wouldn't let them- I'm not sure which. I took a deep breath, it hurt. My groan must have woken someone from their sleep as I heard an abrupt snort to my right.

"Jacob, are you awake?" I'd recognize Billy's voice anywhere.

There was no use pretending anymore. I bunched up the covers in my fists and forced my eyes open.

"Gahh!" Bad move. The light entered my eyes along with millions of knives stabbing at my brain. Billy shouted at someone I couldn't see-considering my head was now under my blanket- and the lights flickered off.

Once my eyes refocused I saw Billy sitting at my side and Sam waiting by the door. Relief was painted over Billy's face.

He leaned forward and took my hand, "We were so afraid Jake. We didn't think you'd ever wake up." His voice was pained at the memories but his smile never faltered. I didn't understand. Why wouldn't I wake up? What happened to me?

I tried to sit up and my whole body cracked. Everything ached. How long had I been lying here?

"Dad I don't . . . what happened . . . why?" What was I trying to ask? Questions scrambled my thoughts and I didn't know what I was saying.

"Think back Jacob. What is the last thing you remember?" Sam spoke for the first time. Despite his hard exterior he sounded almost pleading.

I thought. Memories jumped out at me, but nothing was too recent. What was I missing?

"The fight Jacob, you must remember the fight," Billy whispered. "The vampires they came for Bella and you fought for her," Billy added at my lack of comprehension.

I wracked my brain. Every time I saw something promising it slipped through my grasps behind a locked door in my mind, one to which I didn't have the key. As I thought Billy lifted my arm in front of my eyes and turned it to reveal a white scar against my russet skin.

I fell against my sheets as all the memories flooded back: the pack in the clearing, the Cullens, Bella, and Victoria. My arm tingled at the ghost of the venom. I rubbed at it. When I felt my skin I remember that last piece that put me here.

"I'm supposed to be dead. I was a wolf and I died. I remember it." I rubbed at the back of my head where the rock had pierced my skull. That was the first time I noticed my hair, or should I say lack there of. I had a buzz shorter than any military soldier I've even seen. And the stitches, I couldn't be sure but there had to more than ten running in a jagged line across the back of my head. My eyes grew wide with horror. "Dad?!" He dropped his head and looked at my hand still in his.

"Jake you should've died two months ago." Sam was blunt; he wasn't going to sugar coat the facts I so desperately needed.

That's when it sunk in. That one sentence was all it took to send my head spinning. "Two months!" I stuttered from the shock.

Sam held up his hand and ignored my outburst. "After seeing you go down, Embry and I rushed over and the let the others finish with the bloodsuckers. We'd thought we lost you, but your heart continued to beat- if you could even call it that. With your slowed heart rate your body had managed to phase back into human form. We brought you back here and tried to stop the bleeding. On our way I told Jared to ask Dr. Cullen if he would come help us when they were done. He'd agreed and was here within the next half hour. It was really bad Jake. They had to do immediate surgery if we'd ever hoped to see you again." Sam stopped. This was hard for him I knew, but I had to know why I was still living.

Sam laughed humorlessly, "I'd never thought I'd say this, but that day I was thankful for the vampires living in Forks. I have never seen a doctor work so fast. Such severe surgery would have taken a regular doctor hours, but you were in and out in less than one. You still had to stay in recovery for several weeks though.

"After the first three weeks Billy insisted on you coming home. You were in a comma Jake. No one was sure if you'd ever wake up again, and we couldn't see you spend the rest of your life in a hospital."

I could tell he wasn't going to say more unless I pushed him. "Why did it take so long for me to heal? I mean seriously the stitches should have only been necessary for a day or two."

Billy squeezed my hand and I realized that this was a bad question to start off with.

"You cant' phase anymore Jake," Billy's voice sounded choked, "The part of your brain that controls the release of the chemicals letting you phase has been damaged beyond repair."

I knew he was right. I could feel the changes. My body temperature had cooled, and I could no longer healed as fast. Although my senses had dulled as well, I was sure they were still stronger than average. The biggest difference, though, was the anger. It built up inside me, but my body didn't quiver and I didn't feel the unnecessary urge the lash out at anyone.

After several minutes of unbearable silence, I decided that there was one more nagging question that needed to be answered.

"What happened to the Cullens," I tried to ask indifferently, but they saw through my façade and knew what I really meant.

Sam was the one to answer this time, "Bella and Edward were married and they left two weeks ago." My heart sank. I could never see here again. She was off with that leech who probably made her one of them by now.

Billy noted my anger and continued, "She was here almost every day helping me make sure you were comfortable. She was beside herself. You could see the longing in her eyes. Every time she looked at you I could tell she hoped to see your eyes open. Eventually she had to let go and move on. She didn't want to, but we all forced her to: Edward, Charlie, and I."

I'd heard enough. I lay back down and turned my back towards them hoping they could tell I was done with guests. I didn't even know what time of the day it was, but I wanted to sleep. I wanted to let my mind absorb everything. But more than anything I wanted to hide under my covers and pretend that I still had some reason to keep on living.

A/N: No I'm not ending the story with Jacob crying to himself in a fetal position. There will be an epilogue to come. I hope you liked this chapter, I totally made it up as I went along

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