A/N: I really don't like anything in my stories other than the story itself, but I wanted to tell INeedEdwardMoreThanLifeItself how much I truly appreciate her reviews, especially the latest one. That is exactly the effect I'm going for.
I suppose I can also take this opportunity to beg for reviews. I really would like to know what you guys think! Even if you don't like what I'm doing at all, let me know!
A long moment passed in which Bella did not move at all. Then her hands clutched at the covers of the bed, and she let out a shrill, painful shriek. Jacob and Sam both jumped, startled, and leaned away from her. They didn't know what was going on. Her eyes were pressed shut and her face was contorted into such a look of pain that Jacob was forcefully reminded of the long nights he'd spent by her side watching her change. She looked so human in that instant… so broken.
Because she couldn't shed tears, it took Jacob a while to realize she was crying.
He leapt up onto the bed, ignoring Sam, and pulled her into his arms. Her hands came out of the blankets with ripping sounds, leaving the tattered remains on the bed. She clung instead to Jacob. She was so cold against his hot skin, and her smell still burned his nose, but no more than before. Under the burn, she still smelled like Bella, and it was Bella in his arms, needing him, so he held her.
Her skin was hard as stone, and her grip was solid. He might have been afraid if he hadn't known Bella wouldn't hurt him. She could so easily kill him like this, while his guard was down. But Jacob had finally given in and believed that this was still Bella. Sam sincerely hoped he wasn't wrong. He tensely watched the two of them holding each other, desperate for comfort, and waited for the moment when the vampire would decide that the facade had gone on long enough and kill Jacob.