Okay…so…I wasn't going to update this story today…but…since everyone's DYING to see (or read) Edward kick Jake's ass…then I'll do that. Right now. Hehe so…enjoy! Mwhahahah…Edward's right. This is going to be fun.

Bella's POV

"Jake, get off of me!" I muttered, my lips vibrating against his. He couldn't hear me, and he forced my mouth open, sticking his tongue in it. I moaned in defeat, and he took it the wrong way. He just shoved my face harder against his, and then...he was gone. He was completely gone off of my lips, and then, there was a crash.

The sound of metal running into each other, as pots and pans sound as you pull then out of the cabinet was heard, and I stared at an enraged Jacob, laying there on the floor.

I turned and looked, and there, crouched in front of me, on the floor, was Edward. His white teeth were being bared at Jake, and his lip was turned up into a ferocious snarl.

Then, I saw Jake pounce, and I closed my eyes, though I really shouldn't have, because the next thing I knew, I felt pressure, and lots of it, on my broken leg. I screamed out in pain as Edward shoved him off of me and into the wall, where he made a boom sound, like a cannon ball, causing the room to feel like it was shaking. Jake lunged at Edward, but missed, sliding across the floor and running into the metal post that made up part of the floor to ceiling glass window. He stood up, growling in the process as he turned to lunge at him again.

I took this time to notice the huge dent that Jacob had made in the post, and I turned my attention back towards the two. They both had their hands on either one of their shoulders, growling at each other as they circled around the room.

Then, Jacob shoved Edward into a medical cart, causing the scissors, and other pointy objects to fall onto the floor with several crashes. Edward snarled and shoved Jacob, who flew, with the amount of force behind Edward's push, into the heart monitor, which got a cracked screen.

So much for the lie detector placed on my heart. The beeping stopped abruptly, and then Jacob picked Edward up in one smooth motion and threw him at me. His back collided with my ribs, the back of his head collided with my forehead, and I screamed out in pain as the bed felt like it was moving.

Turns out it was. Edward and I were sent hurdling towards the wall at at least thirty miles an hour, before the cart met it. It stopped, and the part that was resting my head, the front of the bed ran into the wall, causing my head to shoot forwards as the bed rattled to a stop.

Edward quickly moved off of me and placed a hand on my cheek. His cold palm felt good against my hot, sweaty cheek, and I felt as though I couldn't move.

"Are you all right?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I lied, shaking my head negatively.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to run into you."

"Edward, watch out!" I yelled, and his cold hand left my face as he ducked and sucker-punched Jacob in the jaw. He fell down onto the ground, on top of something clear, squishy, and round shaped.

The fluids that were hanging in a bag next to my bed, that was pumping liquids in me, since I couldn't drink anything without upchucking it, thanks to the stomach pumping, exploded underneath Jake, and was strewn all over the floor with one large pop. He stood up and threw the bag to the other side of the room. It hit the wall with a splat.

"I have to get you out of here, Bella." Edward's dark, concerned voice came, "I can't risk you getting hurt again."

I ignored him.

"Stop!" I commanded as Jacob took a step towards him, but Edward didn't listen to me. He turned around and growled at a bleeding Jake.

He looked hurt, yet definite that he was going to destroy Edward. That he was going to make sure that I only had one choice; him.

"One step closer to her, and you will die, mongrel." He growled. Jake smirked and took a step closer to Edward. I tried to grab onto his arm, but I was too late as he jumped off of my bed and tackled him to the floor. They slid across the floor, tearing up some of the tiles in the process as they ran through a window in another room.

Edward got up first and stared at Jacob. I could even see the red blood streaks that were flowing down his face, arms, legs, and torso, and I felt sick.

"Are you going to leave her alone?" I heard him growl as Jacob attempted to stand up. Edward shoved his hand at Jacob's neck and shoved his back down onto the ground, keeping him pinned down there.

"Never," I heard Jake growl, and then Jacob, with all his might, kicked Edward in the stomach, causing him to fly back into the room. I gasped and put a hand up to my mouth, but Edward didn't look at him. I couldn't bear to look anymore, it was just too painful. I couldn't do anything, either, but I needed to stop them before they killed one another. Jacob still lay there, and, even though he was in the room across the hall, I could tell that he had ragged breathes, as if they were his last ones.

Edward stood up, wiping off the dust, dirt, and fragments of glass and wood off of him. He stalked slowly towards him.

"Stop!" I yelled again, "Edward! Jacob! Stop!"

Jacob finally found his feet, and he stood up, his eyes burning with hatred, "I hate you! She's mine!" He screamed as he took a move towards Edward.

But he was too late. Edward had managed to beat him there as he literally picked him up and threw him through the ceiling to floor window in my room, where he screamed out in pain, in complete agony, as he skidded across the floor and into the scissors and other medical, pointy objects that had fallen off of the upside down cart. He screamed out again, and then, it abruptly stopped, and so did the rest of his body.

"J-Jacob?" I asked, but he didn't say anything. His eyes were closed, and it didn't look like he was breathing. He was slumped against the cabinet, which they had managed not to fully disassemble, only a couple of doors, and I stared at him.

Was he dead?

I glanced between Edward and him, but Edward had no expression on his face. He had on that poker face as he stared at his work.

"Jacob?" I asked again, "Jacob!" I yelled, but he didn't move, he lay there, limp as a rag doll on the ground, not moving, "Jacob!" I screamed, and then I started to get up out of the bed when Edward stopped me with a cold hand.

"No, Bella, you are in no condition to get out of bed. Carlisle's coming right now to check on him." I nodded my head, and I tried to bite back the tears that were welling up in my eyes as I stared at my limp friend. My best friend. The one I fell in love with. The one who healed me when Edward was gone. The one who gave me freedom.

My Jacob.

Carlisle came running in, and then stopped and stared at the room, he glared at Edward for a moment, and then ran over to where Jacob sat, Carlisle checked his pulse, and I could feel my heartbeat accelerate.

After about a minute, Carlisle looked up and stared at Edward. His father gave him a stern glare, and Edward solemnly nodded his head. He turned and stared me, grabbing my shaking hand in his cold one. He was rubbing it with his thumb, just the same way that Jacob had only minutes ago.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I didn't mean for it to end like this. I didn't mean to." He whispered, and I felt my face pale.

My fears had been realized.

Jacob Black was dead.