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.:Edward's Point of View:.

"Bella has a broken arm, leg, a dislocated shoulder, and a broken collar bone all on her left side," Carlisle said. "Jacob must have thrown her hard and you realize son," he put an arm on my shoulder and leaned in close, whispering in my ear, "that she's going to need to rest for a while." He looked at me pointedly and when I didn't respond he felt the need to elaborate; "she cant...exert...herself physically," he paused then finished with the word he had been avoiding; "sexually."

Despite the painful guilt I felt I smiled sheepishly, "I know."

He continued, his voice still low, "She lost enough blood to require half of a blood transfusion, so don't be surprised if she doesn't smell like her normal self."

I nodded along and asked, "Is she awake?" Carlisle nodded in return and held out his hand to help me up. I gratefully accepted and followed him to see my hurt Bella.

I walked into her room and saw an array of wires, all of which seemed to sprout from her skin. The contents of a blood bag was dripping into her veins and whoever's blood she was receiving smelt really bad; I wrinkled my nose because of it. Bella tried to sit up to look at me, and I realized she was paler than ever.

"Bella, baby, don't sit up. You're pale," I said, rushing to her side and gently pushing her down. "How's the pain?" I grimaced looking at her from a distance; Jacob really did a number on her.

She groaned, "Edward, it hurts. Can't I have more morphine?" She looked so pitiful in her damaged state so I checked her chart to see what she was getting. The idiots had her on barely anything!

"Hold on," I said, and as I exited the room to get her some real shit, she hurriedly shouted; "No needles! I laughed to myself as I went in search for the painkillers she needed.

I zipped through the hospital to where they keep the medication, and stole a syringe full of morphine. I then returned to my angel's room and pumped in the smallest bit of the substance.

"There you go," I whispered. She nodded her thanks and I stroked her hair until she fell asleep. I sighed and pulled the blanket up over her pale figure. I even added one I swiped from home. I pulled the lone grey chair closer to her bedside, and settled in for the night.

It was three in the morning when my Bella awoke crying. She saw me sitting next to her bed and flung her arms around me, heedless of the wires and tubes coming out of her. I heard one coming out of her skin as she buried her face in my chest. Her hot tears stained my white cotton shirt as I tried to comfort her.

"What's wrong, Bella?" I murmured into her hair.

"I-I," she said between bursts of tears, "I h-had a bad dr-dream."

"Shh," I said as sobs racked her small frame. "Everything will be okay."

I sat there comforting Bella until she stopped crying a few minutes later.

"Jacob," I said menacingly, "I have a good mind to kill you." I paused a second to let that sink in. "But I won't. And that's only because Bella asked me not to. So I'm gonna do two things" I paused again, and noticed the fear in his eyes. "You have to promise you'll let Bella do what she wants." The Dog nodded fearfully. "And I'm gonna bust you up." I smiled evilly and brought my closed fist down on his face. I felt a few bones snap, and started to work my way down. I broke his arms, and then his legs. I drove to the border, unbound him, and left him there.

Sorry it was so short!

Next chapter will be longer, I promise.