I hardly felt the impact; I'm very hard. It did knock me off my feet though. My mind was still in a daze when I felt the X-amount of pound tires hit my side. They bounced up and slammed into my legs. Despite my almost indestructibility, I felt something crack. For a second, it came with no pain. Soon enough, too soon, the pain came.

I couldn't help swearing.

The semi stopped.

Faster than human minds are able to process anything, I phased back into a human. That was wrought with excruciating pain. I felt my leg injury's pain less in my wolf form, but the last thing I wanted was to be some freak show in some zoo for being the biggest wolf they'd ever seen; they'd probably actually end up trying to kill me to put my bones on display somewhere.

Wincing with the pain, I pulled on my shorts.

I'd had worse injuries before; this was nothing on the injuries I'd gotten from a newborn vampire years ago.

I gritted my teeth and kept repeating that to myself.

I heard the truck driver swearing.

"Man, I think I hit the biggest bear in existence!" There was a slight pause. Human ears wouldn't have been able to hear him from this distance, but I could pick out every word perfectly.

"No! Look, if that thing is still alive and I go back there... man, it'll be in pain! Angry bears probably wouldn't treat me that well... No! Fine! Look, if I call someone, I might get into trouble or something, plus they'd only wait a little bit before putting it down anyway. Maybe you're right. Nah, I aint gonna leave it! That's cruel. Fine, OK."

It sounded like he was on a cell phone.

"'kay, here I go!" I heard the semi's engine roar as it started to roll forward.

NO! Dang!

I started to crawl out of the way, dragging my leg, but it hurt; I couldn't go very fast and I didn't get far enough. I saw that my best bet would have been to just move into the space between the tires, but my brain still seemed to be moving at a sluggish pace and I didn't think of it until the truck tires were inches away from me.

I started to scoot backwards when I felt the tire hit the side my neck. My neck was my most vulnerable and destructable spot.

With sickening pain, the tires rolled over my neck.

I felt something crack. Instantly all pain was nonexistent. My leg didn't even hurt anymore. It was a pretty big relief.

I heard the truck driver get out.

"Nah, I gotta see what kind of creature it was, it's gotta be dead now."

I heard his footsteps, but my body wouldn't obey the command to move.

I knew when he saw me. I knew because the footsteps suddenly ceased and a string of curses started up. He was shouting.

"It was a GUY! I hit a GUY! I'm a damned murderer!"

He was screaming.

"You're right!"

I heard the beep of a phone being hung up and numbers being dialed.

Three numbers.

"No ambulance!" I managed to croak out. I managed to roll my head over to look at him.

The man practically dropped his phone.

He peered at me; his eyes widening.

He was short and heavyset; the way you'd expect the average truck driver to look like. He had a bushy sandy-colored beard and was carrying a black cheap-looking cell phone.

"You- you're alive!"

I couldn't resist rolling my eyes.

"You're not even bruised!"

"Call Carlisle Cullen!" I said, and gave him the number.

He turned into his phone.

"Yeah - I thought I killed a guy but he's alive!" It was the nine-one-one call. The call I didn't need.

He told them where we were.

I wanted to get up and grab his phone and make the call myself, but my body wouldn't move. What was wrong me?

"Hey, mister, I think you owe me enough to NOT to call the ambulance! And to call Dr. Cullen! You know, just considering the fact that you HIT ME WITH YOUR SEMI!!" I shouted. There was no way I could be taken away in an ambulance! The doctors would find all the freaky stuff about me - my high body temperature, my inhuman rate of recovery, and maybe more - who knew what they'd do then?

The man paused and hung up the phone.

"I already called the ambulance, but I'll call this Dr. too... what's the number?"

I told him.

"Cancel the ambulance."

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"D'you know how to cancel an ambulance?"

"No," I admitted, "Can't you just call and tell them it was a false alarm?"

"No. Yes... hello? Is there a Dr. there?" He turned to me after a second's pause, "Dr. Cullen, was it?" I nodded.

"Yes." He had contacted the Cullens.

"What do I say?"

"Tell them it's Jacob..."

"Right, this guy named Jacob..."

"Tell them what happened."

He scowled.

"I hit him with my truck. [there was another second long pause] No! He's alive, but not moving much; he's talking..."

"Tell them how you were dumb enough to call an ambulance."

At this point, I didn't care much about being rude.

His scowl became more pronounced.

"... and he's all worried about an ambulance call. You family?"

I heard a shrill reply coming the phone; I doubt even human ears would have missed it.

"AN AMBULANCE?!?" It was Bella.

I heard a car engine roar.

A different voice was shouting into the phone, "Tell Jacob we'll be there in a minute..." This time was Alice's voice was the one that answered. She sounded slightly hysterical, "Let me talk to him!"

The man held the phone to my ear.

"Jacob? I saw - we're going to make it on time - but we'll be too late - but don't worry..."

Don't worry? How could I not worry? What did she mean? To late but on time?

"What'd you see?"

Stupid of me. The truck driver looked curious now. Maybe he thought we were discussing movies or something as I was laying here unable to move a muscle... Yeah, I'd think that was weird too.

"Um - "

I was distracted when I heard the unmistakable sounds of a siren in the distance - too soon for the truck driver to hear them.

"Listen, kid, you aint gonna sue me are you? I swear I though you were a bear or something... Well, you're a big guy..."

"No! Now shut up!" I was panicking and yeah, I knew I was being really rude.

"Alice! Tell me!"

"We're there!"

I heard them before I saw them speeding down the road at at least 100 miles an hour in Alice's Porshe.

Honestly, sometimes those vampires drove me nuts!

"Out with it!"

But she'd hung up.

She was in the passenger seat. Edward was driving. Carlisle, Bella, and Jasper were with them.

I felt an irrational stab of fear. Where was Reneseme? Was she alright?

The druck driver's jaw dropped when he saw the Porshe speeding to an abrupt stop ten feet from us.

The ambulance was getting closer. Even the truck driver could hear them now.

Author's Note: I know this chapter is pretty short, but I want to fill up another chapter on Jacob's point of view before I switch back to Reneseme's. Also, Please REVIEW!!! (I need constructive critisism.)