few minutes ahead, anyway. The... fetus is too much a part of her future. When she first decided... when she knew she wanted it, she blurred right out of my sight. Scared me to death."
She was quiet for a second, and then she added, "I have to admit, it's a relief having you close by - in spite of the wet-dog smell. Everything goes away. Like having my eyes closed. It numbs the headache."
"Happy to be of service, ma'am," I mumbled.
"I wonder what it has in common with you... why you're the same that way."
Sudden heat flashed in the center of my bones. I clenched my fists to hold off the tremors.
"I have nothing in common with that life-sucker," I said through my teeth.
"Well, there's something there."
I didn't answer. The heat was already burning away. I was too dead tired to stay furious.
"You don't mind if I sit here by you, do you?" she asked.
"Guess not. Stinks anyway."
"Thanks," she said. "This is the best thing for it, I guess, since I can't take aspirin."
"Could you keep it down? Sleeping, here."
She didn't respond, immediately lapsing into silence. I was out in seconds.
I was dreaming that I was really thirsty. And there was a big glass of water in front of me - all cold, you could see the condensation running down the sides. I grabbed the cup and took a huge gulp, only to find out pretty quick that it wasn't water - it was straight bleach. I choked it back out, spewing it everywhere, and a bunch of it blew out of my nose. It burned. My nose was on fire....
The pain in my nose woke me up enough to remember where I'd fallen asleep. The smell was pretty fierce, considering that my nose wasn't actually inside the house. Ugh. And it was noisy. Someone was laughing too loud. A familiar laugh, but one that didn't go with the smell. Didn't belong.
I groaned and opened my eyes. The skies were dull gray - it was daytime, but no clue as to when. Maybe close to sunset - it was pretty dark.
"About time," Blondie mumbled from not too far away. "The chainsaw impersonation was getting a little tired."
I rolled over and wrenched myself into a sitting position. In the process, I figured out where the smell was coming from. Someone had stuffed a wide feather pillow under my face. Probably trying to be nice, I'd guess. Unless it'd been Rosalie.
Once my face was out of the stinking feathers, I caught other scents. Like bacon and cinnamon, all mixed up with the vampire smell.
I blinked, taking in the room.
Things hadn't changed too much, except that now Bella was sitting up in the middle of the sofa, and the IV was gone. Blondie sat at her feet, her head resting against Bella's knees. Still gave me chills to see how casually they touched her, though I guess that was pretty brain-dead, all things considered. Edward was on one side of her, holding her hand. Alice was on the floor, too, like Rosalie. Her face wasn't pinched up now. And it was easy to see why - she'd found another painkiller.
"Hey, Jake's coming around!" Seth crowed.
He was sitting on Bella's other side, his arm slung carelessly over her shoulders, an overflowing plate of food on his lap.
What the hell?
"He came to find you," Edward said while I got to my feet. "And Esme convinced him to stay for breakfast."
Seth took in my expression, and he hurried to explain. "Yeah, Jake - I was just checking to see if you were okay 'cause you didn't ever phase back. Leah got worried. I told her you probably just crashed human, but you know how she is. Anyway, they had all this food and, dang," - he turned to Edward - "man, you can cook"
"Thank you," Edward murmured.
I inhaled slowly, trying to unclench my teeth. I couldn't take my eyes off Seth's arm.
"Bella got cold," Edward said quietly.
Right. None of my business, anyway. She didn't belong to me.
Seth heard Edward's comment, looked at my face, and suddenly he needed both hands to eat with. He took his arm off Bella and dug in. i walked over to stand a few feet from the couch, still trying to get my bearings.
"Leah running patrol?" I asked Seth. My voice was still thick with sleep.
"Yeah," he said as he chewed. Seth had new clothes on, too. They fit him better than mine fit me. "She's on it. No worries. She'll