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Jacob's POV

"Yeah, I think there's a fancy word for that- it's called a lie." Emmett said, pronouncing the word so hard it didn't even sound like it anymore. Rosalie punched him in the arm.

We were all in Carlisle's medical study, looming over Nessie to see if she'd wake up. She just lied there, motionless. Or at least she was motionless. Now she was stirring around, almost as if she had a nightmare. Edward kept glancing back at her in between comments.

"My own daughter would not lie to me, Emmett." Edward snapped, "Besides, she knows very well that it's not quite possible." And again, he looked at Nessie. He wished she would wake up. I didn't need to be a mind reader to know that- especially since I was thinking the same thing. Blondie dragged Emmett out of the room by the arm, coming to the conclusion that he's only create more trouble than solutions. It was only Bella, Edward, Carlisle and I left. Oh, and Nessie.

That's when she made a small noise. It normally wouldn't have meant anything, but know, everything meant something. She made a small, whimpered cry. Our heads snapped in her direction. Again, she stirred around, her eyes shut even more tightly then before. I would have sighed, had I not been holding my breath. I couldn't tell what was wrong- only Edward had that luxury, and even he looked confused. She moved slightly again, the whimpering continuing.

That's when Edward's facial expression changed drastically. It went from worried and concerned, to a shocked and almost angry face. There was a swift intake of air (which was unnecessary, which meant it was bad), and in an instant, he was still as a statue; his hands clenched into fists by his side. I heard a small growl from within his chest. Again, more whimpering. I looked closely at her face, her eyes still shut closed, and noticed that her mouth was moving slightly, as if to form a word- the same word every time- but nothing came out except for the whimper. Then her mouth moved in a slightly different way; a different word, none of them familiar seeming as I can't read lips.

"Jacob, loosen her grip!" Edward commanded at me. I was startled out of my concentration on trying to figure out what she was saying. I didn't know what Edward meant, though- loosen what grip? Her hand then twitched, and I saw what he was talking about. She was holding her left wrist in her hand- or rather, clutching. She was clutching it with such tightness, it was losing circulation. With every whimper, the hold would become tighter and tighter, but that's when I snapped back to reality. I gently pried her right hand off of her wrist, but found myself unable to let go of her hand.

Yeah, screw you. It wasn't the whole "I couldn't let go of her hand because I was so madly in love" ordeal (although it would be in a normal situation), I couldn't let go because I finally saw what Edward was seeing- and it was quite a way's away from 'pleasant.' I couldn't actually see anything, seeming as she couldn't, either. It was dark; all that I could tell was that there was somebody else there. They weren't human, they weren't vamp-o. They were one of us. One of us, the wolves. The only way I could tell was by the temperature of the rather large hands that aggressively clutched her wrists so tightly, that the physical impersonation that she'd demonstrated on herself a second ago was absolutely nothing in comparison. The man's voice was gruff, he was grunting, because she was fighting back with all her might. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but I couldn't pinpoint it as the man struggled and strained his voice. With every 'whimper' his grip became tighter. But those whimpers- they weren't as bad when I felt I was in Carlisle's medical study. When I was seeing things through her eyes, they were much louder- in fact, they were screams. But not only screams- screams of a name. She was calling out for help, calling for anyone, but most of the time... me.

That's what the small movements of her mouth were! She was trying to call for help. When no one responded, she began to call my name, but no sound was coming out. Then she started to call out for Edward. Nothing worked, but the hands grew tighter and tighter. She screamed out in pain, and begged the person to stop; to let go. Again, it got tighter. He showed no mercy. Who the fuck was this bastard (Pardon my French)!?

And that's when I heard her scream. No, not her dream scream- her actual scream. All of the people in the room jumped slightly, nobody expecting, although it wasn't even that loud. Regardless of whether or not it was ear-piercing, it was still heart piercing. There were many wide-eyes- one pair being mine. I almost immediately dropped her hand, thinking I may have been holding on too tightly. That wasn't the case, apparently. Edward ground his teeth together so hard I could practically hear it.

Another sharp intake of air; this time from Nessie. Her eyes flew open, and she shot right up into a sitting position. Her eyes didn't settle on anything, just wide and staring at nothing for a few seconds. She took deep, huge breaths and I could hear her heartbeat grow faster. Again, the colour left her face. She then found the courage to look at her surroundings while drenched in the sweat of fear. She calmed down when she saw Edward and me, along with the others. She sighed in relief, and collapsed back down. She closed her eyes, but she was not unconscious.

"Renesmee, are you alright?" Edward demanded. She weakly nodded, but her arms were slightly shaking.

"It... It was just a dream..." she said, but I could tell she was reassuring more herself than Edward. She chanted it quietly to herself a few more times before calming down a little bit. A little bit. Edward took a step toward her and wrapped her in his arms, smoothing out her hair is she shuddered. I was still frozen in place, unaware of what to do. I took a look at Bella, who had a worried expression on her face, but I could see how pissed she was underneath that- she didn't know what was going on, and she hated being left in the dark. Carlisle put a hand on her shoulder to ease her.

I looked at Edward, mentally begging for some sort of answer as to what that could have been. But he had none. He simply looked back at me, looked down, and squeezed her tightly.

"What...?" I began, but could not find the words. Nessie looked back at me with an expression of relief on her face, almost as if I'd survived a plane crash or something. Then she gently squeezed Edward back, and again said, "It was just a dream."

...

We still stood in Carlisle's medical study, still holding our breaths (That is a figure of speech to some, reality to others). Renesmee had gotten no rest, and I don't quite think that a nightmare is going to get you the sleep you need. So eventually, she fell back into a light sleep, which was already interrupted a few times. She could barely keep her eyes open, she was that tired. Carlisle used this as an advantage to check any damage she may have caused to herself.

He rolled up her right sleeve, lightly lifting her arm to examine the small bruises that circled her wrist. He sighed and nodded.

"It's nothing major. She just caused a few minor bruises to her wrist. Nothing to worry about." he said, but his eyes lied.

"How did she manage to bruise herself?" Bella asked. I was going to tell her exactly how tightly she was holding on, but she shushed me. "What I mean is, I'm surprised she bruised herself in such a short period of time. Normally it takes abut a day for a bruise to show."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, you would know." I said. She didn't enjoy that one too much, "But seriously, Bells, she was holding on tight." She looked at me, but her eyes flickered back to Renesmee. I could see the concern. Who couldn't. I looked back at her too, and watched Carlisle examine her arm. I felt that something was off; that something wasn't right. Edward looked at me, feeling the same feeling. Maybe that's why Carlisle's eyes were lying. Edward shook his head. No, Edward would have said something.

She hadn't had that nightmare again. Throughout the whole "examination" she stayed completely still, and Edward had said nothing in referral to what she was thinking/dreaming. That horrid scene crossed my mind again; her whimpering and clutching her wrist so tightly- just a very minor mirror reflection of what was going on in her mind. Then I thought about her wrist. Could she really have bruised herself so shortly, as Bella said? Something about it was off, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Edward, apparently, could though.

"Carlisle," he said, with a suspicious look on his face, "She wasn't holding onto that wrist." He said. He was right! She was clutching her left wrist- not her right! But her right wrist was bruised. Carlisle looked at Edward with a lost expression. Edward shook his head, and I could see a small look of angry confusion cross his face. He walked to the other side of Nessie and slightly lifted her left arm, as Carlisle gently put her other one down. He rolled up her left sleeve, exposing her other wrist.

It was bruised, too.

Sorry I took forever to update, guys. School stress. LMAO. Hope you liked it- and don't forget to REVIEW!