1Haven't we already gone over this? I'm not the amazing author of these amazing books.

(Sam POV)

When I ripped Jake away from Bella, the first thing that captured my attention was all of the blood. There was so much... and it was all coming from her torn up torso. Her shirt was just little threads, barely holding themselves over her body... only concealing tiny little parts of the horrible mess that had once been a normal mid-section. Now, it would never be normal... it would always be scarred... and there was the possibility that she might never be able to have kids. It was sad... seeing such an innocent girl get her life torn apart by people like the Cullens... by people like me.

But I had no time to have a pity party. I needed to get Bella to a hospital... fast. I couldn't stall, there was absolutely no time! If I had stalled, Bella might have died right then and there. She wouldn't have died a normal death, years... no... decades from now. But she was lucky... I was really hurrying.

Carefully loading her into my truck, (AN: I don't know what Sam drives, so it's a truck now. Plus, if he transformed, and ran with her, her wounds might get infected. Also, we all know that Bella's truck is far too slow for this job.) I drove to the hospital... even though it was the one that the leader 'worked' at. It took me about ten minutes to get there, since Bella hurt, and I didn't want her to get even more injured.

As I carried her in and shouted, "I need Dr. Cullen, here! She got... mauled by a bear."

"I'm here. Thank you for bringing her, Sam," he said calmly, while putting her on a stretcher.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, looking at Bella's bloody, mangled form, as it was wheeled away on the stretcher.

I walked back outside, drove home, and changed into a wolf. Hearing Jake's thoughts, I knew that he was going to run away. I told him not to- everyone did- but he wouldn't listen. He was too guilty about what he'd done to Bella... and he was never going to forgive himself for it... we all knew it... though no one wanted to admit it. No one wanted to see him go... but there was nothing we could do... I finally just let him go. Everyone screamed at me for it, but it was the best thing to do... and they knew- try as they might to deny it- they knew that I had done what was best for us... for Jake... and possibly... for... Bella. No, not the best thing for Bella... the best thing for her, would be to live a normal life... a life away from monsters like us... like the Cullens... like many others...

I know it was pretty short, but it's way longer than it was before. I added that whole last paragraph on the spot, the first paragraph was only 1/8 of the length it is now, and the second paragraph is a few sentences longer than at first. Please read and review, and I'll give you... and Edward or a Jacob plushie, whichever you prefer.