End of Chapter 21
She reached her hand up, smearing it through the blood around the cut. I think she was surprised to find the blood that poured out of her cut now. I could see the bruise starting to form around the cut, and I realized that the cut was worse then I thought it was.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Jacob." She said as she pushed against the cut.
"Why are you apologizing for bleeding?" I asked as I reached down, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her like a small child. She looked up at me, slightly dazed as I put my hand out for her keys. "Let's go. I'll drive."
"What about the bikes?" She asked as she reached a hand down and got the keys out of her pocket.
"Wait here." I said as I fought the urge to laugh about the fact she was worried about the bikes more then she was about her bleeding head. "Take this."
I stripped off my shirt without a thought, throwing it at her before I turned and ran back to my bike kicking it so hard that it started it on the first try. I opened the throttle up, forcing the bike to go as fast as it could..making it to Bella's truck in mere seconds. I fought the urge to look back until I went to climb into the truck, releasing a breath I hadn't known I was holding when I realized she was still sitting up, waiting for me to hurry back to her.
Chapter 22
I smashed the pedal to the floor, gravel flying out behind the wheels as I sped back to Bella's side. When I got back to her she was still holding my t-shirt against her head, the blood soaking through.
"Okay let's get you into the truck." I said as I looked down and realized that she was more pale then usual.
"I'm honestly fine." She argued as she went to stand up on her own, my hands steadying her as she wobbled slightly. "It's just a little blood Jake."
"Bella, it's a lot[/b] of blood." I said as I helped her back into the truck before going back to grab the bikes. I loaded them into the back of the truck, ignoring the glares that she was giving me. I knew she wanted to keep going but the cut on her head was still bleeding and I was starting to worry that we would have to take her in to get it looked at.
"Now, let's think about this for a second." Bella said as I opened the door and began climbing in..fighting the urge to roll my eyes at her. "If you take me to the ER like this, Clarie is sure to hear about it."
"Bella, I think you need stitches. I am not going to let you bleed to death." I said, knowing that she had a point about Charlie...but I also knew a bad injury when I saw one.
"I won't bleed to death Jake." She said as she wrinkled her nose at me. "Let's just take the bikes back first, then we'll make a stop at my house so I can dispose of the evidence [i]before we go to the hospital."
I thought about it for a second, she had just agreed to go to the ER without a lot of arguing..but we would have to make a few stops along the way. I didn't care about the bikes, but she was insistent that we drop them off at my house before we headed up to forks.
"What about Charlie?" I asked as I pulled into my driveway.
"He said he has to work today." Bella said as she watched me climb out of the truck and go unload the bikes. I put them back into the 'garage' and covered them with a tarp before returning to the truck and the still bleeding Bella.
"Are you really sure?" I asked as I pulled back onto the highway that led to Forks.
"Trust me. I'm a easy bleeder. It's not nearly as dire as it looks." She joked.
We drove in silence for a while, I was focused on driving and keeping an eye on Bella. I knew that she had hit her head hard against the rock and besides the stitches she needed, I was beginning to worry that she might have a concussion. She was staring off into space, her eyes unfocused as she was lost in her thoughts. I was starting to panic as I watched her, my entire body tensing as she flinched for no apparent reason.
"You still ok?"
"Yeah." She said, trying to sound normal but failing miserably.
"By the way." I said, hoping to keep her talking. "I'm going to disconnect your foot brake tonight.
She was about to ask me something when I pulled into her driveway, never so happy that Charlie wasn't home. She must have been thinking the same thing when she climbed out of the truck, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
She was out of the truck in a second, running up the front steps and into the house without even a glance back. I followed her into the house, stopping in the living room as she turned and ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. I heard her walk into her bedroom before turning and walking back into the bathroom.
"Hurry up." I yelled as I heard her running the water, my worry that the wound would heal before they could stitch it.
"Okay,okay." She yelled back before she started walking back down the stairs, wearing a new flannel button up shirt.
"How do I look?" She asked as she stepped closer to me, the dried blood scrubbed off her head. She still had a gash on her forehead, but it didn't look as bad as it had a half hour ago.
"Better."
"But, do I look like I tripped in your garage and hit my head on a hammer?" She asked, proud of the story she had come up with.
"Sure, I guess so." I said as I smiled.
"Okay, let's go then." I laughed quietly as she walked out the door and climbed into the truck, not looking half as pale or sick as she had when we got in the house...which would make this lie a lot easier to tell when we got to the hospital.
She reached her hand up, smearing it through the blood around the cut. I think she was surprised to find the blood that poured out of her cut now. I could see the bruise starting to form around the cut, and I realized that the cut was worse then I thought it was.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Jacob." She said as she pushed against the cut.
"Why are you apologizing for bleeding?" I asked as I reached down, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her like a small child. She looked up at me, slightly dazed as I put my hand out for her keys. "Let's go. I'll drive."
"What about the bikes?" She asked as she reached a hand down and got the keys out of her pocket.
"Wait here." I said as I fought the urge to laugh about the fact she was worried about the bikes more then she was about her bleeding head. "Take this."
I stripped off my shirt without a thought, throwing it at her before I turned and ran back to my bike kicking it so hard that it started it on the first try. I opened the throttle up, forcing the bike to go as fast as it could..making it to Bella's truck in mere seconds. I fought the urge to look back until I went to climb into the truck, releasing a breath I hadn't known I was holding when I realized she was still sitting up, waiting for me to hurry back to her.
Chapter 22
I smashed the pedal to the floor, gravel flying out behind the wheels as I sped back to Bella's side. When I got back to her she was still holding my t-shirt against her head, the blood soaking through.
"Okay let's get you into the truck." I said as I looked down and realized that she was more pale then usual.
"I'm honestly fine." She argued as she went to stand up on her own, my hands steadying her as she wobbled slightly. "It's just a little blood Jake."
"Bella, it's a lot[/b] of blood." I said as I helped her back into the truck before going back to grab the bikes. I loaded them into the back of the truck, ignoring the glares that she was giving me. I knew she wanted to keep going but the cut on her head was still bleeding and I was starting to worry that we would have to take her in to get it looked at.
"Now, let's think about this for a second." Bella said as I opened the door and began climbing in..fighting the urge to roll my eyes at her. "If you take me to the ER like this, Clarie is sure to hear about it."
"Bella, I think you need stitches. I am not going to let you bleed to death." I said, knowing that she had a point about Charlie...but I also knew a bad injury when I saw one.
"I won't bleed to death Jake." She said as she wrinkled her nose at me. "Let's just take the bikes back first, then we'll make a stop at my house so I can dispose of the evidence [i]before we go to the hospital."
I thought about it for a second, she had just agreed to go to the ER without a lot of arguing..but we would have to make a few stops along the way. I didn't care about the bikes, but she was insistent that we drop them off at my house before we headed up to forks.
"What about Charlie?" I asked as I pulled into my driveway.
"He said he has to work today." Bella said as she watched me climb out of the truck and go unload the bikes. I put them back into the 'garage' and covered them with a tarp before returning to the truck and the still bleeding Bella.
"Are you really sure?" I asked as I pulled back onto the highway that led to Forks.
"Trust me. I'm a easy bleeder. It's not nearly as dire as it looks." She joked.
We drove in silence for a while, I was focused on driving and keeping an eye on Bella. I knew that she had hit her head hard against the rock and besides the stitches she needed, I was beginning to worry that she might have a concussion. She was staring off into space, her eyes unfocused as she was lost in her thoughts. I was starting to panic as I watched her, my entire body tensing as she flinched for no apparent reason.
"You still ok?"
"Yeah." She said, trying to sound normal but failing miserably.
"By the way." I said, hoping to keep her talking. "I'm going to disconnect your foot brake tonight.
She was about to ask me something when I pulled into her driveway, never so happy that Charlie wasn't home. She must have been thinking the same thing when she climbed out of the truck, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
She was out of the truck in a second, running up the front steps and into the house without even a glance back. I followed her into the house, stopping in the living room as she turned and ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. I heard her walk into her bedroom before turning and walking back into the bathroom.
"Hurry up." I yelled as I heard her running the water, my worry that the wound would heal before they could stitch it.
"Okay,okay." She yelled back before she started walking back down the stairs, wearing a new flannel button up shirt.
"How do I look?" She asked as she stepped closer to me, the dried blood scrubbed off her head. She still had a gash on her forehead, but it didn't look as bad as it had a half hour ago.
"Better."
"But, do I look like I tripped in your garage and hit my head on a hammer?" She asked, proud of the story she had come up with.
"Sure, I guess so." I said as I smiled.
"Okay, let's go then." I laughed quietly as she walked out the door and climbed into the truck, not looking half as pale or sick as she had when we got in the house...which would make this lie a lot easier to tell when we got to the hospital.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.