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Chapter Eleven
"Shit! Bella, are you okay?" Jacob pulled me up from the forest floor, where I laid in a pile of broken bones. No, I didn't break anything in actual fact; it just felt like I broke everything.
"Jacob!" I wailed in pain and agony. "You promised!"
"Shit. I'm sorry I screwed up, Bella. Please tell me you're okay." Jacob's worried face came into view and I could see how anxious he was. Worry lines were deeply etched into his smooth forehead.
"I am, but may not be. Pull me—OW!" A bullet just shot me in the ankle, I just know it.
"Aw crap. Bella, I think you sprained your ankle." Jacob looked at my dirty, mud-crested feet worriedly.
"Y'think?" I shot back sarcastically, but bit my lip when I saw Jacob's eyes fill with guilt and pain. "I'm sorry, Jacob. I'm just pissed at myself. I should've been more careful. Now you have to carry me back and everybody will kick a big fuss over nothing."
Jacob managed a small smile and I smiled back, biting back the damned pain. "I'm going to carry you in my arms, okay? Hope you don't mind."
"Oh no, not a bit. If you can even lift me up, by all means."
"Okay, I'm just going to have to swing you just a little...bit. There! It wasn't so bad. Are you coping fine?" Jacob broke into a slow jog, but his arms didn't seem to move a bit. My head fell onto Jacob's chest and I closed my eyes, imagining the gasps of shock and questions of concern when we eventually reached the beach. I sighed dejectedly, still imagining the pandemonium which would ensue after Mike and Jessica saw me in this state. All hell breaks loose, how sickeningly appropriate. I shuddered in disgust.
Jacob seemed to have felt me shudder and misinterpreted it for ill-disguised pain. "Do you want me to go faster, Bella? I don't want to rock you unnecessarily."
"No, I'm fine." I said in a small voice. Then, "Jacob? Do you think you can somehow sneak me out of La Push without anybody seeing me in this state? I really don't want everybody to crowd around me, asking why I was stupid enough to fall even with the existence of friction and gravity."
Jacob laughed, and I jiggled slightly in his arms. More pain was generated in my ankle and it shot up my shin, as if reminding me of the fact that I was the clumsiest person on Earth. And probably the Universe.
"Maybe. But I'll have to run quite a bit. You sure you don't mind?"
"Yes! Run! Sprint like the wind." I said eagerly. Anything but the shame!
Jacob shook his head, clearly amused. "Okay then. I'll tell you when the running bit comes, so brace yourself. I don't want a screaming girl in my arms."
I glared at him from where I was, although it was difficult glaring upwards. "You just worry about yourself!"
"I will. I'm going to run in approximately 2 minutes later. Cover your mouth with your hands if you have to, I think it's going to hurt."
I was going to retort something witty, but he got there before me. "I mean it, Bella."
I mumbled grumpily, but carefully raised my hands to my mouth and clamped it tightly. Just as I was halfway through my mental prep talk on Bella-please-for-the-love-of-God-do-not-scream, Jacob broke into a sprint and the wind flew past me swiftly. My body moved up and down along with Jacob's strides and indeed, my ankle was giving me hell. I was like a rag doll in his arms, flopping around in the wind. My sprained ankle seemed to have broken there and then; I was almost certain that it was going to come off and fly by into the distance.
Just as I thought the healthy scream building up in my throat was going to burst out from my mouth, Jacob stopped. He just came to a stop and after three seconds or so, he whispered tentatively, "Bella?"
I opened my eyes slowly, bracing myself for the piercing light to finish me up. But there wasn't any light, maybe just a comfortable breeze which played with my hair. I cleared my throat of the horrible scream and croaked, "Where are we?"
"Under a tree, near my car? Gosh, are you okay? I was so worried for you just now! Your eyes were shut so tightly I thought you were going to faint from the pain!"
"No. I'm fine. Thanks so much, Jacob Black. You're forgiven of all burglary offences."
He laughed, a sound which I was suddenly grateful for. It relaxed my body and as the laughter eloped with the laughter, all my stress and tension seemed to have disappeared too.
"You can thank me properly later on. Now, we're going to get you to the hospital." And he started walking. I knew he must have walked out from under the tree when soft light entered my eyes.
"No! We're not going to the hospital, Jacob! What are you talking about?"
"Oh no, Bella, I'm firm about this one. You have to let a professional doctor see that ankle. I don't want to be the cause of your disability." I could see that Jacob's lips were in a grim line.
I knew that no protests were going to help me out of the situation. So as Jacob tucked me carefully into the front seat of his car, I could only sink into the seat, hoping that a hole would open up wide enough for me to disappear in.
When I saw Edward, I almost died. I very nearly jumped out from Jacob's arms. And if not for the stupid ankle, I would have run back home to daddy. With nothing I could do, I pushed my hair onto my face, hoping that Edward wouldn't be able to recognize me under that pile of brown messy hair.
What was he doing in the hospital anyway? Why must he be so good at annoying me? Why?!
"Dr. Cullen, can you please see to Bella? I think her ankle's seriously injured." Jacob, could you please shut up?
And then something clicked in my mind. Doctor Cullen? Oh, my, gosh. Edward was a doctor at the hospital?! But how can he be? He's only a student!
"Well well, she does look like a mess. Why don't you put her down on a bed and I'll examine her." That voice didn't sound like Edward, although I could imagine him saying the same words, only with a teasing tone.
I felt myself slip out from Jacob's arms and onto a soft bed. I wanted to grab on to him and never let go. Please don't leave me alone with this horrible Cullen!
Smooth, cold fingers pushed the hair away from my face and I found myself staring at…God. I must have died. Oh damn, I died. From a broken ankle. How embarrassing can you get, Isabella Swan?
"Isabella Swan." God said to me in a stern voice, but His face was relaxed and amused. "So you are Isabella Swan."
I knew it; I must have done something wrong. The next thing He's going to do is to read out the list of offences which I have committed in my lifetime. And top of the list would probably be 'Dying from a broken ankle.' A sob escaped me as I thought of Charlie. He must be so heartbroken, not to mention the distraught Renee who he must handle at my funeral… provided I was going to have a funeral.
God looked down at me, eyes softened. "Don't cry now, does it hurt a lot?"
My vision was blurred slightly as I nodded my head. Tears spilled out and I could see Him again. God was so handsome and young. I've always thought he was slightly grandfatherly-looking with a bushy white beard. Guess I was wrong.
God lifted my ankle carefully and moved it around. Another bullet in my ankle and I cried out in pain. Suddenly, I could see Jacob and he was holding my hand. Eh? Jacob died too? A car accident?! But I didn't feel anything!
"Jacob? What are you doing here?" My voice sounded foreign to my own ears. Maybe death changed everything.
"Silly, of course I'm here. Don't be afraid, Doctor Cullen will take care of everything." I saw Jacob's eyes fill with tears of anxiety. I swear if they spilled over, I'll wipe them away with my own hand. He shouldn't be feeling so guilty. That poor boy must be feeling extremely confused right now. Doctor Cullen, indeed!
"I'm not afraid, Jacob. And you shouldn't be, too. God will save us." I said serenely and turned back to God, giving him a knowing smile. But God was frowning at me. Did I say something wrong?
"Dad," Another voice said and it increased in volume as it came nearer. "Did I just hear someone call you—" the voice stopped as it stood beside God.
Suddenly, everything fell into place. My cheeks burst into flames and I saw black.