This is a collab story with me and Gianna Black. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED! ALL THESE CHARACTERS AND SOME SCENES BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER! It's a Jacob and Bella story. So, please enjoy!
Chapter 1 (New Moon, Chapter 9: Third Wheel, page 219-224, just after Jacob left home from the movies)
I leaned against the kitchen counter, my hand inches from the phone, and tried to wait patiently. thought of the strange look on Jacob's face before he drove away, and my fingers started drumming against the counter. I should have insisted on driving him home.
I watched the clock as the minutes ticked by. Ten. Fifteen. Even when I was driving, it only took fifteen minutes, and Jacob drove faster than I did. Eighteen minutes. I picked up the phone and dialed.
It rang and rang. Maybe Billy was asleep. Maybe I'd dialed wrong. I tried again.
On the eighth ring, just as I was about to hang up, Billy answered.
"Hello?" he asked. His voice was wary, like he was expecting bad news.
"Billy, it's me, Bella- did Jake make it home yet? He left here about twenty minutes ago."
"He's here," Billy said tonelessly.
"He was supposed to call me." I was a little irritated. "He was getting sick when he left, and I was worried."
"He was... too sick to call. He's not feeling well right now." Billy sounded distant. I realized he must want to be with Jacob.
"Let me know if you need any help," I offered. "I could come down." I thought of Billy, stuck in his chair, and Jake fending for himself...
"No, no," Billy said quickly. "We're fine. Stay at your place."
The way he said it was almost rude.
"Okay," I agreed
The line disconnected.
"Bye," I muttered.
Well, at least he'd made it home. Oddly, I didn't feel less worried. I trudged up the stairs, fretting. Maybe I would go down before work tomorrow to check on him. I could take soup- we had to have a can of Campbell's around here somewhere.
I realized all such plans were canceled when I woke up early- my clock said for thirty- and sprinted to the bathroom. Charlie found me there a half hour later, lying on the floor, my cheek pressed against the cold edge of the bathtub.
He looked at me for a long moment.
"Stomach flu," he finally said.
"Yes," I moaned.
"You need something?" he asked.
"Call the Newtons for me, please," I instructed hoarsely. "Tell them I have what Mike had, and that I can't make it in today. Tell them I'm sorry."
"Sure, no problem," Charlie assured me.
I spent the rest of the day on the bathroom floor, sleeping for a few hours with my head on a crumpled up towel. Charlie claimed that he had to work, but I suspected that he just wanted access to a bathroom. He left a glass of water on the floor beside me to keep me hydrated.
It woke me up when he came back home. I could see that it was dark in my room- after nightfall. He clumped up the stairs to check on me.
"Sort of," I said.
"Do you want anything?"
He hesitated, clearly out of his element. "Okay, then," he said, then he went back down to the kitchen. I heard the phone ring a few minutes later. charlie spoke to someone in a low voice for a moment, and then hung up.
"Mike feels better," he called up to me.
Well, that was encouraging. He'd only gotten sick eight hours or so before me. Eight more hours. The thought made my stomach turn, and I pulled myself up to lean over the toilet.
I fell asleep on the towel again, but when I woke up I was in my bed and it was light outside my window. I didn't remember moving; Charlie must have carried me to my room- he'd also put the glass of water on my bedside table. I felt parched. I chugged it down, thought it tasted funny from sitting stagnant all night.
I got up slowly, trying not to trigger the nausea again. I was weak, and my mouth tasted horrible, but my stomach felt fine. I looked at my clock.
My twenty-four hours were up.
I didn't push it, eating nothing but saltine crackers for breakfast. Charlie looked relieved to see me recovered.
As soon as I was sure that I wasn't going to have to spend the day on the bathroom floor again, I called Jacob.
Jacob was the one who answered, but when I heard his greeting I knew he wasn't over it.
"Hello?" His voice was broken, cracking.
"Oh, Jake," I groaned sympathetically. "You sound horrible."
"I feel horrible," he whispered.
"I'm so sorry I made you go out with me. This sucks."
"I'm glad I went." His voice was still a whisper. "Don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault."
"You'll get better soon," I promised. "I woke up this morning and I was fine."
"You were sick?" he asked dully.
"Yes, I got it, too. But I'm fine now."
"That's good." His voice was dead.
"So you'll probably be better in a few hours," I encouraged.
I could barely hear his answer. "I don't think I have the same thing you did."
"Don't you have the stomach flu?" I asked, confused.
"No. This is something else."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Everything," he whispered. "Every part of me hurts."
The pain in his voice was nearly tangible.
"What can I do, Jake? What can I bring you?"
"Nothing. You can't come here." He was abrupt. It reminded me of Billy the other night.
"I've already been exposed to whatever you have," I pointed out.
He ignored me. "I'll call you when I can. I'll let you know when you can come down again."
"I've got to go," he said with sudden urgency.
"Call me when you feel better."
"Right," he agreed, and his voice had a strange, bitter edge.
He was silent for a moment. I was waiting for him to say goodbye, but he waited too.
"I'll see you soon," I finally said.
"Wait for me to call," he said again.
"Okay... Bye, Jacob."
"Bella," he whispered my name, and then hung up the phone.
***End of New Moon Excerpt***
The rest of the day, I tried to keep myself busy with chores and homework. I even called the Newtons to tell them I would be at work tomorrow, just because I couldn't find anything else to do.
But, even though I tried my hardest to keep myself busy, I couldn't stop thinking about Jacob. He sounded so sick on the phone and it hurt me to hear him in pain when there was nothing I could do about it. I wasn't allowed to come over until Jacob's call, but I could help but wonder if I should go down there.
As the day dragged on, it was finally nightfall and I decided to hit the sack early. As I climbed into the bed, I still thought about Jake. I needed to see him soon, to make sure he was okay, to see if he needed anything at all. I decided to go check on him tomorrow, at least call to see if he needed anything.
I heard a tap on my window. I completely froze and didn't dare look out my window. Could it be?
I slowly turned and looked at my window. My eyes widened when I saw a pebble tap my window once again. I pursed my lips. If he was here, he would have opened the window without any hesitation. I got up slowly and walked over to my window. Another pebble tapped against my window, just a little bit louder. I opened my window and looked down at the huge dark figure. At first, I couldn't make out what it was. Then, I saw it wave and recognized it at once.
*~*~*~*~*~ Table Of Contents *~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 1 (By Me)
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Chapter 2 (By Gianna)
Chapter 3 (By Me)
Chapter 4 (By Gianna)
Chapter 5 (By Me)
Chapter 6 (Part 1) (By Gianna)
Chapter 6 (Part 2) (By Gianna)
Chapter 7 (By Me)
Chapter 8 (By Gianna)
Chapter 9 (By Me)
Chapter 10 (By Gianna)
Chapter 11 (By Me)
Chapter 12 (By Gianna)
Chapter 13 (By Me)
Chapter 14 (By Gianna)
Chapter 15 (By Me)
Chapter 16 (By Gianna)
Chapter 17 (By Me)
Chapter 18 (By Gianna)
Chapter 19 (By Me)
Chapter 20 (By Gianna)
Chapter 21 (By Me)
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Chapter 17 (Jacob’s POV)
“I’m coming with you,” I said to Bella.
Thankfully, she didn’t argue and just walked straight to her car, getting in on the driver’s side, I took the passenger side and Bella and I headed to the hospital.
The moment we got there, Bella asked for Harry Clearwater’s room and the nurse gave us the room number, as well as the directions. Bella seemed pretty anxious to get to the room as she walked faster than I thought was possible for someone so clumsy like her.
“What’s the rush,” I asked her, taking her hand and squeezing it. “You seem… anxious.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Do I?” I nodded. She sighed. “I’m sorry. I just… I really need to be there for Charlie. He’s been friends with Harry for so long and, since Waylon had already died, he’s going to be pretty beat up.
I nodded again. “My dad, too. The Clearwaters are just like family to us. Dad’s gonna be pretty messed up.”
Bella looked sympathetic. “Poor Billy…”
I just sighed and we walked ahead to the room. When we got there, there were people crowding the doorway. We got past them and actually made it into the room, seeing Harry on the hospital bed. The only sounds in the room were quiet whispering, the heart rate monitor, which was slowly starting to cease, and faint crying from the people in the room, all eyes on Harry. His face was pale and his eyelids were almost closed, his hair all messy and sweaty looking. He was connected to what looked like millions of tubes, all of them connected from his arms to the machines. He was still breathing, but taking in short, small breaths. I couldn’t believe it. I just saw the man yesterday, looking happy and healthier than ever and, now, he was dying on the hospital bed. Bella squeezed my hand, resting her head on my shoulder. I sighed, gently rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand to soothe her.
Then, she looked towards where my dad and Charlie were. They stood right next to each other, looking distraught and pained. Bella tore her hand from mine and went to her dad, rubbing a hand on his shoulder. Charlie cleared his throat and tried really hard not to cry, wiping away a tear on his cheek. My dad’s eyes were red and puffy, like he had just been crying. I put a hand on his shoulder and he laid his hand over mine.
“He’s in his last minutes,” my dad said in a sad voice.
I sighed. “He came into the world to do what he had to do. And now, it’s his time to go. That’s what you told me when mom died.”
My dad squeezed my hand and said nothing more. I looked over at Seth and Leah. Leah had her head in her hands, crying hysterically. Seth had a hand on her back, his eyes red and tears streaming down his face. Sue was sitting on a chair pulled up by the bed, holding Harry’s limp hand. Her face looked so broken, but she didn’t shed a tear. She just looked at Harry with a longing face, brushing his hair out of his face. Sue must be feeling the worst of all of us. Watching as the love of your life dies before your eyes? That’s gotta be hard. I looked over at Bella, thinking how devastated I would be if I watched her die.
That’s when the heart rate monitor stopped. Beep… Beep… Beep… Beeeeeeeeeeppppp.
Everyone on the room froze. Leah cried even harder, breaking the intense silence. “Dad,” she cried, looking more vulnerable than I had ever seen her before. People started crying instantly. Suddenly, Seth got up from the couch, storming off out of the room. Kid probably went to get some air.
I looked over at Bella, who was looking over at me. She nodded towards the doorway, indicating that she wanted to talk. I nodded and patted my dad’s shoulder one last time before heading out the door with Bella at my tail (no pun intended).
Once we were outside the room, in the fresh, open space, Bella’s hand found mine. I looked into her eyes, which were on the verge of tears. “Come here,” I whispered, pulling her into my arms and hugging her tightly. She hugged me back, her soft tears damping my shoulder.
She pulled back and wiped her eyes. “I feel bad that I never even got to know the guy and I’m crying for him,” she said, looking down.
I delicately brushed my fingers across her cheek. “I’m sure he’s glad you were here to support Charlie for him. I know he wouldn’t want all these people crying.”
She looked up at me, her lips pursed. Then, she looked over at the door to the room. “He must have been a really great guy,” she whispered. “I mean, there are so many people here just to see him.”
I nodded, sighing. It was a rough day for everyone. Harry was a great part of the La Push community. He will be greatly missed.
Then, I started to hear some yelling in the hallway.
“Shut up! Just shut up! You didn’t even know him like I did! You have no reason for crying!”
Bella and I turned around to Seth, who was practically fuming in the hallway. His face was red and his body was shaking as he was yelling at someone who looked like one of his relatives. I saw the dangerous look in his eyes; that same look that I had before I first phased. Oh, no.
“What’s wrong with Seth,” Bella asked me quietly.
I shook my head, rushing towards Seth.
“Hey, man, calm down,” I told him, laying a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it away forcefully, his face red.
“Stop telling me what to do,” he mumbled angrily. Bella looked at me with confused eyes, but I knew why he had been so angry.
Oh, crap. He’s going to phase soon. Really soon. “Jacob, take him home,” Sue voice said. I turned to where her voice sounded. She was standing at the doorway, looking at me with urgent eyes; she knew what was going to happen, too.
“Take the boys and Leah with you,” she urged.
I nodded. “Seth, come on,” I whispered tentatively.
“No,” he yelled.
He turned to his mother and, soon, all the hatred and anger vanished from his face. She looked at him with sorrowful eyes, her face looking tired, but worried. He saw how much he was hurting his mom by being so angry and hurtful. And, just like that, Seth collapsed on the floor.
“Seth!” This time, it wasn’t his mom who called his name. It was Leah. She rushed to her brother’s side from inside the room. Seth was on the floor, shivering, beads of sweat already dripping from his forehead. She knelt by her brother, her face shocked and horror-stricken. “What’s happening to him,” she asked frantically. “What’s happening to Seth?!”
Sam and Paul came out of the room, also rushing to Seth’s side. “He’s already beginning the process,” Sam concluded, feeling Seth’s forehead.
“We have to get him to his house,” Paul said. Sam and I nodded and we helped Seth onto his feet, supporting him. His arms were around our shoulders and he was still quivering, but he hasn’t gone through the worst of it yet. Leah followed after us, saying to Seth, “You’re going to be okay, Seth. Everything will be fine.”
We started walking towards the elevator when I caught a glimpse of Bella’s shocked face. She rushed over to me.
“What’s going on,” she asked.
I sighed. “Seth’s going through the transformation. If we don’t get him out of here soon, he might phase unintentionally.”
Her eyes widened. “Okay, well… be safe, all right?”
I nodded. She kissed my check before letting me go into the elevator. By the time we had gotten to the house, Seth was screaming and thrashing and shaking even more.
This was going to be a long night.
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