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He talked to Bella. She had a seizure, Alice. They have to put her in an ice bath. Carlisle is getting her into an ice bath. Carlisle thinks we'll need Jasper's ability. Charlie can stay with us or if he wants we'll put him up in a hotel. I think Bella should be surrounded by people who love her. We'll be on the next flight out. We'll pay for your flight. He stood up and looked around as if he didn't know where he was. He snapped out of it.
We'll take care of the flight. Do you want to stay at our house or would you rather have a hotel room? We'll make all the arrangements you need. Alice dialed the airport and made the arrangements to fly out on the next available flight while Jasper called to find the hotel closest to the hospital and reserve Charlie a room. All the arrangements had been made before Charlie started back down the stairs with a suitcase in hand.
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Edward stood in Bella's room for long minutes after she'd been wheeled out, wishing he could cry. He bent his head and inhaled deeply, soaking his senses in her scent and feeling his throat burn. Abruptly, he wheeled around and left the room. He knew that if he was going to stay near to help Bella he was going to have to hunt.
Just In All Stories: She didn't want it. It was then that Bella thought that perhaps it really was better if she stopped seeing Edward, who always seemed to be the source of her heartbreak. Of course breaking it off with the beautiful vampire would hurt.
It wouldn't be a shallow wound, but all wounds healed, right? She'd heal in time and then she could go on with her life, find a less complicated relationship, one that didn't force her to dread the next day as it could be the one Edward finally realized that he'd chosen wrong and that she, Bella Swan, was not meant to be with him. After all, she was an inferior specimen, an average-looking human. These thoughts were dubbed ridiculous soon enough and Isabella berated herself for even thinking such things.
Staying with Edward hurt, but leaving him would hurt even more. She remembered the pain she'd felt all those months, then that steady numbness that had seeped through her, made her nothing but a zombie. She was dead without Edward, her beautiful angel. Her gaze drifted back to the phone. Who else could she call? She went through the names in her mind. Each one was met with a negative.
Then she said it. She said his name, the name of the person she couldn't see anymore because of what he was. It had rolled off her tongue so fluidly, so unintentionally that it was almost frightening. However, he might've been the only person who she could talk to right now. Her cheek throbbed unpleasantly as she picked up the phone. Sucking in a deep breath, fingers shaking slightly, Bella dialed the number. The dial tone seemed even louder now as it echoed through her brain, sending a shiver down her spine. It was funny actually, how half of her desperately wanted Jacob to pick up and the other half desperately wished him to just not be there.
The nervous girl exhaled when she heard Jacob's voice carry through the receiver. She hadn't realized that she'd been holding her breath till just then.
Smiling, she tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. Please don't hang up. She merely got a soft crackling noise for quite some time. Finally Jacob spoke again. It wasn't exactly the sort of response Bella had been hoping for, but at least the werewolf had replied instead of just hanging up and leaving her to talk to the dial tone. Did he run away with his tail between his legs again? Bella could hear the phone creaking beneath his powerful vice-like grip.
No matter what sort of things Edward did, whether he left her, hit her, or spat upon her, she wouldn't stand to let anyone call him such a thing. That filthy bloodsucker left you to rot! Bella could almost imagine his bones creaking, feeling the pressure of the change coming on. Did Edward really love her? Today had made her begin to rethink that. Chewing on her lower lip, she lapsed into silence.
She could most certainly tell. His face, frozen in a look of concern, faded in and out of her thoughts. Her throat was tight and getting even one syllable out was a pain. She swallowed, trying to get rid of the knot caught inside her. It was a statement. Seems she couldn't fool Jacob. Not even over the phone. After all, it was no secret that he liked Bella in a way that was more than friendly. Bella debated the matter for a moment.
She really needed someone to confide in at the moment, but was Jacob the right person? The boy would most likely go and try to rip Edward's throat out if she told him what had happened. However, she needed someone right now and it was like they said 'Beggars can't be choosers'! Swallowing again, she chewed on her lip again for a second before answering.
I had left two days after the wedding and Bella had gone to our "Bella is on our kitchen table having a seizure and she keeps crying out for. "You suffered from an epileptic seizure, Bella. You have been unconscious for over two days. I have heard from Edward and your father what.
Bella heard the click of Jacob hanging up and then the ringing dial tone. She let out a soft breath before setting the phone back down in the cradle. Walking over to the front door, she grabbed her coat, threw it over her shoulders — the sky was as overcast as always and getting caught unaware in a downpour was not on her list of things to do. Be back before ten!
And send Billy my best! She trotted over the pavement, careful not to trip over her own two feet as she made her way to her truck. She found it sitting in the driveway like it usually was, waiting for her faithfully, almost like a dog. Smiling a bit more she gave the old vehicle a gently affectionate pat before climbing inside.
With a quick flick on the wrist, the key was in the ignition and the car had started. Making sure not to hit the mailbox, Bella pulled out of the driveway and headed off in the direction of the beach. It didn't take too long to get there. The empty roads made the drive smooth and easy. However, the sense of emptiness sent chills down Bella's spine as the old truck rolled down the winding roads that were lined with nothing but dark forest. A feeling of dread had knotted itself deep within her belly, forcing a lump into her throat again.
There was a sour taste sliding across her tongue, a taste so awful she had to roll her window down at one point and spit out of it to earn a moment's reprieve from the dreadful flavor. Finally she pulled to a stop in front of La Push. The crashing of the waves upon the sandy shore seemed louder than before as she stepped out into the cool night air. Hugging herself tight, she waited, wondering where Jacob was. The full moon hung brightly in the velvety expanse of dark night.
Stars twinkled innocently upon the black canvas, giving Bella a sense of peace and calm as she stared up upon them. Dark clouds swam about in the sky, hiding the moon and stars more often than not, which disappointed the girl. A childish urge to make a wish surged within Bella. She glanced around quickly to make sure she was alone before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. Clasping her hands together, she began to speak. Bella whirled around, eyes wide, heart pounding rapidly against her ribcage. The sudden appearance of that voice had startled her that was for sure. She pricked her ears, trying to determine where the voice had come from.
A soft ringing laugh was all she heard. Bella let out a breath, hand going to rest upon her chest, right above her heart. You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days.
The two stared at each other for a moment before Jacob finally made a move. He turned towards the beach and stepped off of the asphalt and onto the sand, bare toes wiggling in the grainy surface, a serene smile playing upon his lips. Then without a moment's hesitation he plopped right down into the sand.
Seems he didn't really care if he got sand in his knickers. The two of them sat there for quite some time, bathed in moonlight. However, finally Bella grew tired of the silence and decided to start a conversation. She let out a soft breath, pulling her knees to her chest, hugging them as she absent-mindedly drew circles in the sand. However, that peaceful smile fell swiftly when he saw the nasty purple bruise that had bloomed in Bella's cheek.
I… fell," Bella replied lamely, pulling her face away, looking down at the ground. She didn't want to see the look on Jacob's face. It was obvious by the way his breath was coming out in hard puffs that he didn't believe her. Bella wiggled around for a moment, unsure of whether to reply truthfully or not. His blood was getting close to boiling. Reluctantly the boy sat himself back down, still bristling furiously.
Once the other was sitting again, she spoke again. Bella took in a deep breath. Jacob's eyes widened, the anger he'd been feeling replaced with surprise. Bella bristled, her own temper rising.