"Jacob! Are you all right!?" Bella shrieked. She ran over to me and knelt by my head. Carlisle, Edward, Alice and Jasper were a half-step behind them.

I winced. She'd moved faster than humans should be able to, but not even a quarter of how fast she could have gone.

I didn't think the truck driver could have possibly looked anymore shocked than he did right then. With good reason, too, I guess. I mean, how often do you see a very expensive brand-new Porshe outside a small town in Washington filled with the fastest and best-looking people in existence coming to pick up this huge guy you hit with your semi that's refusing an ambulance? Yeah, I guess he did have very good reason to look so shocked. It still annoyed me, though.

The ambulance was about 50 yards away.

"Let's get him out of here!" Bella yelled. She sounded slightly hysteric.

"Don't touch him! I told you, he's paralyzed!" Alice objected.

Paralyzed!?!?! What did that mean? Could werewolfs (Or, I guess, shape-shifters) heal from paralyzation? Would I never be able to run again? Would I ever walk again? Or phase? Or jump? Or a thousand things?!? If I didn't phase, I'd age, and Reneseme wouldn't. I'd never run, I'd never jump, never feel the wolf instincts again, or hunt, or - or anything!

"Carlisle, what do we do?" Edward asked. His voice was building toward a panick attack. I felt the same way.

"We'll need something to put under him..."

"It's too late! We just have to concentrate," Alice's voice lowered and sped up so that there was no chance of the truck driver understanding her, "We have to concentrate on making sure the humans don't find anything out!"

"How do you purpose we do that?" Edward shot back vehemently.

"Carlisle and Jasper can go with them in the ambulance..." Alice started.

The ambulance in question pulled to a stop a few feet away from us.

"...and I'll go too. Let me see if that'll work, if you've made up your minds to go..."

Her eyes slid out of focus and she seemed to be watching something far away with rapt attention and utmost concentration.

Five EMTs were getting out of the ambulance. They all had on oxygen masks and rubber gloves, probably to save themselves from the nonexistent AIDS in my nonexistent flowing blood.

Two were pushing a stretcher on wheels.

One was a short and stocky woman, another was tall and so thin with a tiny patch of gray hair on his head that he resembled a pencil.

They looked at me.

"He- he's the one?" the woman asked. She had a husky voice that sounded as if she'd been yelling all night for hours and had no voice left.

The truck driver nodded.

"It was an accident, I swear, I thought he was a bear!"

If that truck driver caused me to never walk again...

I felt hatred burning in the little bit of my body I could feel. It felt vulgar, and I hated it (Which only increased the feeling) but there was no ridding myself of it.

"Is this a hoax?" The man asked. His voice was the lowest voice I'd ever heard. He was eyeing the Porshe and the amazing-looking vampires skeptically.

"A hoax!?!" The truck driver asked incredulously.

"He's not bleeding, no apparent bruises, he looks absolutely fine."

Yes! Maybe this could get me out of it!

"I'm fine!" I said, "It is a joke, you caught us, sorry!"

"He hasn't moved anything but his head since I came back here! If you're fine, get up!" the truck driver said.

I glowered at him.

"That's not neccessary," Bella said, "He's fine, everyone can leave, sorry for the misunderstanding."

"Well, we'll have to take him in anyway... If he's really hurt. Get up."

"I don't feel like it!"

"Get up or we'll call the cops."

"I don't feel like it!" I snorted indignantly.

Despite everyone's protests, (Mine and the vampires) they put me on the stretcher (with difficulty - I was heavy). What I didn't see was, why didn't the vampires just take me and be gone in seconds like I know they could have? Wasn't it better to be exposed to three humans rather than risk exposure to who-knows-how-many humans?

"We don't want to move you without the right equipment; Jacob, you're really hurt. Your leg is pretty busted up too." muttered Edward in response to my thoughts.

The EMTs were getting me on the ambulance, but mine and Edward's conversation occured in tones too low, quiet, and fast for human ears to hear. That really was a useful part of being a werewolf.

Well, werewolf's had to be able to heal from paralyzation!

"Who cares? We can't let the secret get out! I'll be fine! A little jostling won't do me any harm. Besides, you guys can get away without jostling me at all. Listen, what did Alice see? Am I going to heal? Alice?! Am I?"

"Jacob - I can't see peoples' reactions because they haven't made up their minds about you yet - they haven't even seen you. Yet." was the only answer I got: from Alice. No one else even answered me. No one actually answered my latest question. What were they not telling me? Stupid, annoying, secretive vampires! At least, they're secretive about the wrong stuff! Why weren't they working harder to keep this secret covered up?

"Sir, I insist coming with you. I'm a doctor at the hospital and Jacob is a - er, special patient of mine," Carlisle said. By now I was in the ambulance and the EMTs were holding oxygen masks and scary-looking tools with skeptical looks on there faces. I didn't need Edward's gift to know what they were thinking: This is the guy? Where's the blood? Was he really hit by a semi?

After debate, only Carlisle was allowed to go with me.

He was the one who took my temperature and blood pressure and whatever else he did and said it was all normal. I suppose he wasn't really lying, probably they were normal for me.

"You say you can feel your legs?" An EMT asked.

"Yeah," I snarled defensively.

The EMT smiled.

"You haven't reacted."

"Huh?"

Then I realized that he'd been tapping my knee for that kicking reflex-thing you're supposed to do. Mine wasn't moving. I couldn't feel the thing hitting my knee either. That really freaked me out.

Anyway, they took me to a hospital. I haven't been in a hospital for years.

Carlisle never left my side.

He told everyone that I was remarkably fine; just a little battered and unable to feel anything.

No one really seemed that concerned about me, probably because I appeared to be absolutely fine and not in danger of immediate death.

I knew though, that if the doctor's examined me too closely, I'd be paid attention. Too much attention. Very probably they wouldn't leave me alone at all.

I had to make sure that that didn't happen.

The question was: How?

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