Bella
As I led there, pain consuming my body, I could feel Jacob's hands scrutinising my wounds. He examined them with care, making sure not to cause me anymore pain.
"She has a broken arm and leg. A few ribs are cracker and … two are broken. Her skull is fractured a little and she seems to be bleeding internally around her abdomen." He spoke slowly and precisely.
"Carlisle should be able to sort her out. But she is extremely lucky to be alive." Another voice replies, his sleek speech reeked with pain and concern.
Jacob scooped me into his muscular arms and carried me carefully to my Chevy.
"Where are we going?" I whisper.
"to get you fixed, Bella. Don't move, you might hurt yourself more." The mysterious voice spoke quietly and I see a slim silhouette climb into the front seat of my car.
Jacob carefully, somehow, got me in the care without causing me too much pain. My head was resting softly on his legs as he tried to tie a makeshift bandage around my broken arm. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw my horribly twisted and bloody body. I made a disgusted noise at the sight but was immediately comforted by the soft stroking of my calf by the guy driving my truck. I stared at this man with confusion. He looked so familiar with his golden-brown hair and eyes, his face was so perfect and I swear, his skin shined a little every time the sun shined through the window.
"Bella, why are you looking at me like you don't know me?" The perfect guy said.
"Bec-cause I-I don't."
"What!" he nearly shouted before pulling the car to the side of the road.
"Edward! Keep going! She's bleeding too much to risk stopping!" Jacob said, angrily.
"How can you not know me, Bella? You're the love of my life!" The guy said, ignoring Jake.