Heavy
It was almost impossible to move at human speed. I could feel eyes on me, observing my panic as I tried to get through the car park as quickly as possible.
Carlisle's colleague had told him that Bella Swan had been brought into the emergency room, that she had been in some kind of accident. That was all he had known.
My first thought was the dirt bikes. Bella swore she'd only ridden them once. But the knowledge that they were still in Jacob's garage, was enough to have my mind conjuring up a dozen scenarios that all ended badly.
The second thought was her truck. Emmet had checked it over, time and time again. He swore it was as safe as it could possibly be. But the fact still remained that the truck was old, and no number of repairs could change that.
Then there was my third theory. Something I dare not consider for more than the moment that it took for me to consider it.
I smelled the wolves when I came through the doors. The closer I got to the emergency waiting room, the thicker the stench got.
I knew that trailing behind me was Emmett and Rosalie. I had no doubt that Carlisle had contacted everyone, unsure of what else to do.
I didn't stop to wait for them. I didn't stop at all until I reached the waiting room.
I stood in the doorway, staring at him. Covered in blood.
In Bella's blood.
His eyes were red, and skin was pale. All hope I had of this being something minor had evaporated in that second. Every muscle in my body tensed and I was sure that I was choking, if that was even possible.
I strode towards them, caught in the shock of the scene before me.
Jacob's mind was blank. Focusing on the wall behind me. But Sam hadn't been as successful at blocking me out.
"I can't believe he lost control. I can't believe he's done this."
My eyes snapped Back to Jacob as I quickly approached him.
"What did you do?" I demand in a cold and low growl.
Flashes in his mind of blood and screaming appeared. A nightmarish scene that he had created. Wondering himself how she could possibly survive this.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!" I yelled as I grabbed a hold of him, slamming him into the wall.
He didn't resist or try to break free from my hold. He drew himself into a shameful pit that only worked to enrage me more.
There were hands on me, pulling me away. Loud voices that echoed through the room. Indecipherable sounds that were clouded by the sickening feeling that came over me.
"Not here, bro. You gotta let him go. You can't do this here." Emmet's hard voice hit my ear and I knew that he was right.
But I couldn't let him go.
"What's going on?" Rosalie snapped, as she helped Emmet, moving me away from Jacob. Sam and now Paul too.
"Jacob lost control." Sam said.
Three simple words. Far too simple for the consequences they held. So heavy that they would change everything.
"You attacked her?" She clarified. Her words coming out in a dry breath.
All three of the wolves looked around the room, anywhere but at me.
They didn't confirm her fears. They didn't need to.
Emmett growled, stepping forward.
"You need to leave. All of you." Emmet said, struggling to contain the sudden rage that was running through him with a hard force and no outlet to release it.
They needed to leave, because I don't think Emmett had it in him to stop me, if I should get my hands on Jacob again.
"You don't belong here anymore." He added roughly, flaring his teeth.
Rosalie pulled my arm as they moved to leave, only than did I realise that I had stepped at Jacob again. Desperate to unleash this vile feeling inside of me onto him.
"Carlisle" Rosalie told me, turning me toward him as he walked in.
With three long strides I was face to face with him. Gripping his arms far to tightly.
"She's gonna live" he promised me.
My hands dropped from him to fall to my sides as I fell back two steps.
The relief came over me in a hard cold wave.
But I had to wonder why he was closing off his thoughts to me. Hiding everything behind a shield I couldn't pass.
"I want to see her."
But it hadn't been that simple. What I wanted hadn't mattered.
She was in surgery. She'd been there for more than two hours, with the multiple doctors that were attempting to repair the damage done to her.
I sat in Carlisle's office, staring across his desk to him. Waiting.
I knew more now.
I knew that he'd ran his claws down her face and over her chest. I knew that this surgery wouldn't be the last. This surgery was an effort focused on closing the wounds, stopping the bleeding and to assure that she didn't die.
I thought back to this afternoon, when she'd leaned down to kiss me goodbye. Only in my head when she stepped away, ready to leave, I reached out and grabbed her hand. I asked her not to go and she agreed. I pulled her down onto my lap and held her safely in my arms.
I imagined where we'd be right now, if I had have stopped her. It was almost midnight. We'd be in bed. I'd be watching her sleep peacefully beside me, unharmed.
But I hadn't stopped her.
I wasn't in bed with her, hidden away from the world behind the walls of her father's house.
I was supposed to take care of her. I was supposed to keep her safe. I hadn't been able to do either.
The phone rang and I reminded unmoving. I turned to heavy stone watching him answer it. Listening to them tell him that she was in post-op and that they would let me into see her.