TIME BEGAN TO TRIP ALONG MUCH MORE QUICKLY than before. School, work, andJacob—though not necessarily in that order—created a neat and effortless pattern to follow. And Charliegot his wish: I wasn't miserable1 anymore. Of course, I couldn't fool myself completely. When I stoppedto take stock of my life, which I tried not to do too often, I couldn't ignore the implications of mybehavior.
I was like a lost moon—my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario2 ofdesolation—that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind,ignoring the laws of gravity.
I was getting better with my bike, which meant fewer bandages to worry Charlie. But it also meant thatthe voice in my head began to fade, until I heard it no more. Quietly, I panicked. I threw myself into thesearch for the meadow with slightly frenzied3 intensity4. I racked my brain for other adrenaline-producingactivities.
I didn't keep track of the days :hat passed—there was no reason, as I tried to live as much in the presentas possible, no past fading, no future impending5. So I was surprised by the date when Jacob brought itup on one of our homework days. He was waiting when I pulled up in front of his house.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Jacob said, smiling, but ducking his head as he greeted me.
He held out a small, pink box, balancing it on his palm. Conversation hearts.
"Well, I feel like a schmuck," I mumbled6. "Is today Valentine's Day?"Jacob shook his head with mock sadness. "You can be so out of it sometimes. Yes, it is the fourteenthday of February. So are you going to be my Valentine? Since you didn't get me a fifty-cent box of candy,it's the least you can do."I started to feel uncomfortable. The words were teasing, but only on the surface.
"What exactly does that entail7?" I hedged.
"The usual—slave for life, that kind of thing.""Oh, well, if that's all…" I took the candy. But I was trying to think of some way to make the boundariesclear. Again. They seemed to get blurred8 a lot with Jacob.
"So, what are we doing tomorrow? Hiking, or the ER?""Hiking," I decided9. "You're not the only one who can be obsessive10. I'm starting to think I imagined thatplace…" I frowned into space.
"We'll find it," he assured me. "Bikes Friday?" he offered.
I saw a chance and took it without taking time to think it through.
"I'm going to a movie Friday. I've been promising11 my cafeteria crowd that I would go out forever." Mikewould be pleased.
But Jacob's face fell. I caught the expression in his dark eyes before he dropped them to look at theground.
"You'll come too, right?" I added quickly. "Or will it be too much of a drag with a bunch of boringseniors?" So much for my chance to put some distance between us. I couldn't stand hurting Jacob; we seemed to be connected in an odd way, and his pain set off little stabs of my own. Also, the idea ofhaving his company for the ordeal—I had promised Mike, but really didn't feel any enthusiasm at thethought of following through—was just too tempting12.
"You'd like me to come, with your friends there?""Yes," I admitted honestly, knowing as I continued that I was probably shooting myself in the foot withmy words. "I'll have a lot more fun if you're there. Bring Quil, and we'll make it a party.""Quil's gonna freak. Senior girls." He chortled and rolled his eyes. I didn't mention Embry, and neither didhe. I laughed, too. "I'll try to get hin a good selection."I broached13 the subject with Mike in English.
"Hey, Mike," I said when class was over. "Are you free Friday night?"He looked up, his blue eyes instantly hopeful. "Yeah, I am. You want to go out?"I worded my reply carefully. "I was thinking about getting a group"—I emphasized the word—"togetherto go see Crosshairs." I'd done my homework this time—even reading the movie spoilers to be sure Iwouldn't be caught off guard. This movie was supposed to be a bloodbath from start to finish. I wasn't sorecovered that I could stand to sit through a romance. "Does that sound like fun?""Sure," he agreed, visibly less eager.
"Cool."After a second, he perked14 back up to near his former excitement level. "How about we get Angela andBen? Or Eric and Katie?"He was determined15 to make this some kind of double date, apparently16.
"How about both?" I suggested "And Jessica, too, of course. And Tyler and Conner, and maybeLauren," I tacked17 on grudgingly18. I had promised Quil variety.
"Okay," Mike muttered, foiled.
"And," I continued, "I've got a couple of friends from La Push I'm inviting19. So it sounds like we'll needyour Suburban20 if everyone comes."Mike's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"These are the friends you spend all your time studying with now?""Yep, the very ones," I answered cheerfully. "Though you could look at it as tutoring—they're onlysophomores.""Oh," Mike said, surprised. After a second of thought, he smiled.
In the end, though, the Suburban wasn't necessary.
Jessica and Lauren claimed to be busy as soon as Mike let it slip that I was involved in the planning. Ericand Katie already had plans—it was their three-week anniversary or something. Lauren got to Tyler andConner before Mike could, so those two were also busy. Even Quil was out—grounded for fighting atschool. In the end, only Angela and Ben, and, of course Jacob, were able to go.
The diminished numbers didn't dampen Mike's anticipation22, though. It was all he could talk about Friday.
"Are you sure you don't want to see Tomorrow and Forever instead?" he asked at lunch, naming thecurrent romantic comedy that was ruling the box office. "Rotten Tomatoes gave it a better review.""I want to see Crosshairs" I insisted. "I'm in the mood for action. Bring on the blood and guts23!""Okay." Mike turned away, but not before I saw his maybe-she's-crazy-after-all expression.
When I got home from school, a very familiar car was parked in front of my house. Jacob was leaningagainst the hood24, a huge grin lighting25 up his face.
"No way!" I shouted as I jumped out of the truck. "You're done! I can't believe it! You finished theRabbit!"He beamed. "Just last night. This is the maiden26 voyage.""Incredible." I held my hand up for a high five.
He smacked27 his hand against mine, but left it there, twisting his fingers through mine. "So do I get to drivetonight?""Definitely," I said, and then I sighed.
"What's wrong?""I'm giving up—I can't top this one. So you win. You're oldest."He shrugged28, unsurprised by my capitulation. "Of course I am."Mike's Suburban chugged around the corner. I pulled my hand out of Jacob's, and he nude29 a face that Iwasn't meant to see.
"I remember this guy," he said in a low voice as Mike parked across the street. "The one who thoughtyou were his girlfriend. Is he still confused?"I raised one eyebrow30. "Some people are hard to discourage.""Then again," Jacob said thoughtfully, "sometimes persistence31 pays off.""Most of the time it's just annoying, though."Mike got out of his car and crossed the road.
"Hey, Bella," he greeted me, and then his eyes turned wary32 as he looked up at Jacob. I glanced briefly33 atJacob, too, trying to be objective. He really didn't look like a sophomore21 at all. He was just sobig—Mike's head barely cleared Jacob's shoulder; I didn't even want to think where I measured next tohim—and then his face was older-looking than it used to be, even a month ago.
"Hey, Mike! Do you remember Jacob Black?""Not really." Mike held out his hand.
"Old family friend," Jacob introduced himself, shaking hands. They locked hands with more force thannecessary. When their grip broke, Mike flexed34 his fingers.
I heard the phone ringing from the kitchen.
"I'd better get that—it might be Charlie," I told them, and dashed inside.
It was Ben. Angela was sick with the stomach flu, and he didn't feel like coming without her. Heapologized for bailing35 on us.
I walked slowly back to the waiting boys, shaking my head. I really hoped Angela would feel bettersoon, but I had to admit that I was selfishly upset by this development. Just the three of us, Mike andJacob and me, together for the evening—this had worked out brilliantly, I thought with grim sarcasm36.
It didn't seem like Jake and Mike had made any progress towards friendship in my absence. They wereseveral yards apart, facing away from each other as they waited for me; Mike's expression was sullen,though Jacob's was cheerful as always.
"Ang is sick," I told them glumly37. "She and Ben aren't coming.""I guess the flu is making another round. Austin and Conner were out today, too. Maybe we should dothis another time," Mike suggested.
Before I could agree, Jacob spoke38.
"I'm still up for it. But if you'd rather to stay behind, Mike—""No, I'm coming," Mike interrupted. "I was just thinking of Angela and Ben. Let's go." He started towardhis Suburban.
"Hey, do you mind if Jacob drives?" I asked. "I told him he could—he just finished his car. He built itfrom scratch, all by himself," I bragged39, proud as a PTA mom with a student on the principal's list.
"Fine," Mike snapped.
"All right, then," Jacob said, as if that settled everything. He seemed more comfortable than anyone else.
Mike climbed in the backseat of the Rabbit with a disgusted expression.
Jacob was his normal sunny self, chattering40 away until I'd all but forgotten Mike sulking silently in theback.
And then Mike changed his strategy. He leaned forward, resting his chin on the shoulder of my seat; hischeek almost touched mine. I shifted away, turning my back toward the window.
"Doesn't the radio work in this thing?" Mike asked with a hint of petulance41, interrupting Jacobmid-sentence.
"Yes," Jacob answered. "But Bella doesn't like music."I stared at Jacob, surprised. I'd never told him that.
"Bella?" Mike asked, annoyed.
"He's right," I mumbled, still looking at Jacob's serene42 profile.
"How can you not like music?" Mike demanded.
I shrugged. "I don't know. It just irritates me." "Hmph." Mike leaned away.
When we got to the theater, Jacob handed me a ten-dollar bill.
"What's this?" I objected.
"I'm not old enough to get into this one," he reminded me.
I laughed out loud. "So much for relative ages. Is Billy going to kill me if I sneak43 you in?""No. I told him you were planning to corrupt44 my youthful innocence45."I snickered, and Mike quickened his pace to keep up with us.
I almost wished that Mike had decided to bow out. He was still sullen—not much of an addition to theparty. But I didn't want to end up on a date alone with Jacob, either. That wouldn't help anything.
The movie was exactly what it professed46 to be. In just the opening credits, four people got blown up andone got beheaded. The girl in front of me put her hands over her eyes and turned her face into her date'schest. He patted her shoulder, and winced47 occasionally, too. Mike didn't look like he was watching. Hisface was stiff as he glared toward the fringe of curtain above the screen.
I settled in to endure the two hours, watching the colors and the movement on the screen rather thanseeing the shapes of people and cars and houses. But then Jacob started sniggering.
"What?" I whispered.
"Oh, c'mon!" he hissed48 back. "The blood squirted twenty feet out of that guy. How fake can you get?"He chuckled49 again, as a flagpole speared another man into a concrete wall.
After that, I really watched the show, laughing with him as the mayhem got more and more ridiculous.
How was I ever going to fight the blurring50 lines in our relationship when I enjoyed being with him somuch?
Both Jacob and Mike had claimed the armrests on either side of me. Both of their hands rested lightly,palms up, in an unnatural51 looking position. Like steel bear traps, open and ready. Jacob was in the habitof taking my hand whenever the opportunity presented itself, but here in the darkened movie theater, withMike watching, it would have a different significance—and I was sure he knew that. I couldn't believethat Mike was thinking the same thing, but his hand was placed exactly like Jacob's.
I folded my arms tightly across my chest and hoped that both their hands fell asleep.
Mike gave up first. About halfway52 through the movie, he pulled his arm back, and leaned forward to puthis head in his hands. At first I thought he was reacting to something on the screen, but then he moaned.
"Mike, are you okay?" I whispered.
The couple in front of us turned to look at him as he groaned53 again.
I could see the sheen of sweat across his face in the light from the screen.
Mike groaned again, and bolted for the door. I got up to follow him, and Jacob copied me immediately.
"No, stay," I whispered. "I'll make sure he's okay." Jacob came with me anyway.
"You don't have to come. Get your eight bucks54 worth of carnage," I insisted as we walked up the aisle55.
"That's okay. You sure can pick them, Bella. This movie really sucks." His voice rose from a whisper toits normal pitch as we walked out of the theater.
There was no sign of Mike in the hallway, and I was glad then that Jacob had come with me—he duckedinto the men's bathroom to check for him there.
Jacob was back in a few seconds.
"Oh, he's in there, all right," he said, rolling his eyes. "What a marshmallow. You should hold out forsomeone with a stronger stomach. Someone who laughs at the gore56 that makes weaker men vomit57.""I'll keep my eyes open for someone like that."We were all alone in the hallway. Both theaters were halfway through the movie, and it wasdeserted—quiet enough for us to hear the popcorn58 popping at the concession59 counter in the lobby.
Jacob went to sit on the velveteen-upholstered bench against the wall, patting the space beside him.
"He sounded like he was going to be in there for a while," he said, stretching his long legs out in front ofhim as he settled in to wait.
I joined him with a sigh. He looked like he was thinking about blurring more lines. Sure enough, as soonas I sat down, he shifted over to put his arm around my shoulders.
"Jake," I protested, leaning away. He dropped his arm, not looking bothered at all by the minor60 rejection61.
He reached out and took my hand firmly, wrapping his other hand around my wrist when I tried to pullaway again. Where did he get the confidence from?
"Now, just hold on a minute, Bella," he said in a calm voice. "Tell me something."I grimaced62. I didn't want to do this. Not just not now, but not ever. There was nothing lett in my life atthis point that was more important than Jacob Black. But he seemed determined to ruin everything.
"What?" I muttered sourly.
"You like me, right?""You know I do.""Better than that joker puking his guts out in there?" He gestured toward the bathroom door.
"Yes," I sighed.
"Better than any of the other guys you know?" He was calm, serene—as if my answer didn't matter, orhe already knew what it was.
"Better than the girls, too," I pointed63 out.
"But that's all," he said, and it wasn't a question.
It was hard to answer, to say the word. Would he get hurt and avoid me? How would I stand that?
"Yes," I whispered.
He grinned down at me. "That's okay, you know. As long as you like me the best. And you think I'mgood-looking—sort of. I'm prepared to be annoyingly persistent64.""I'm not going to change," I said, and though I tried to keep my voice normal, I could hear the sadness init.
His face was thoughtful, no longer teasing. "It's still the other one, isn't it?"I cringed. Funny how he seemed to know not to say the name—just like before in the car with the music.
He picked up on so much about me that I never said.
"You don't have to talk about it," he told me.
I nodded, grateful.
"But don't get mad at me for hanging around, okay?" Jacob patted the back of my hand. "Because I'mnot giving up. I've got loads of time."I sighed. "You shouldn't waste it on me," I said, though I wanted him to. Especially if he was willing toaccept me the way I was—damaged goods, as is.
"It's what I want to do, as long as you still like to be with me.""I can't imagine how I could not like being with you," I told him honestly.
Jacob beamed. "I can live with that.""Just don't expect more," I warned him, trying to pull my hand away. He held onto it obstinately65.
"This doesn't really bother you, does it?" he demanded, squeezing my fingers.
"No," I sighed. Truthfully, it felt nice. His hand was so much warmer than mine; I always felt too coldthese days.
"And you don't care what he thinks." Jacob jerked his thumb toward the bathroom.
"I guess not.""So what's the problem?""The problem," I said, "is, that it means something different to me than it does to you.""Well." He tightened66 his hand around mine "That's my problem, isn't it?""Fine," I grumbled67. "Don't forget it, though.""I won't. The pin's out of the grenade for me, now, eh?" He poked68 me in the ribs69.
I rolled my eyes. I guess if he felt like making a joke out of it, he was entitled.
He chuckled quietly for a minute while his pinky finger absently traced designs against the side of myhand.
"That's a funny scar you've got there," he suddenly said, twisting my hand to examine it. "How did that happen?"The index finger of his free hand followed the line of the long silvery crescent that was barely visibleagainst my pale skin.
I scowled70. "Do you honestly expect me to remember where all my scars come from?"I waited for the memory to hit—to open the gaping71 hole. But, as it so often did, Jacob's presence keptme whole.
"It's cold," he murmured, pressing lightly against the place where James had cut me with his teeth.
And then Mike stumbled out of the bathroom, his face ashen72 and covered in sweat. He looked horrible.
"Do you mind leaving early?" he whispered.
"No, of course not." I pulled my hand free and went to help Mike walk. He looked unsteady.
"Movie too much for you?" Jacob asked heartlessly.
Mike's glare was malevolent74. "I didn't actually see any of it," he mumbled. "I was nauseated76 before thelights went down.""Why didn't you say something?" I scolded as we staggered toward the exit.
"I was hoping it would pass," he said.
"Just a sec," Jacob said as we reached the door. He walked quickly back to the concession stand.
"Could I have an empty popcorn bucket?" he asked the salesgirl. She looked at Mike once, and thenthrust a bucket at Jacob.
"Get him outside, please," she begged. She was obviously the one who would have to clean the floor.
I towed Mike out into the cool, wet air. He inhaled77 deeply. Jacob was right behind us. He helped me getMike into the back of the car, and handed him the bucket with a serious gaze.
"Please," was all Jacob said.
We rolled down the windows, letting the icy night air blow through the car, hoping it would help Mike. Icurled my arms around my legs to keep warm.
"Cold, again?" Jacob asked, putting his arm around me before I could answer.
"You're not?"He shook his head.
"You must have a fever or something," I grumbled. It was freezing. I touched my fingers to his forehead,and his head was hot.
"Whoa, Jake—you're burning up!""I feel fine." He shrugged. "Fit as a fiddle78." I frowned and touched his head again. His skin blazed under my fingers.
"Your hands are like ice," he complained.
"Maybe it's me," I allowed.
Mike groaned in the backseat, and threw up in the bucket. I grimaced, hoping my own stomach couldstand the sound and smell. Jacob checked anxiously over his shoulder to make sure his car wasn'tdefiled.
The road felt longer on the way back.
Jacob was quiet, thoughtful. He left his arm around me, and it was so warm that the cold wind felt good.
I stared out the windshield, consumed with guilt79.
It was so wrong to encourage Jacob. Pure selfishness. It didn't matter that I'd tried to make my positionclear. If he felt any hope at all that this could turn into something other than friendship, then I hadn't beenclear enough.
How could I explain so that he would understand? I was an empty shell. Like a vacanthouse—condemned—for months I'd been utterly80 uninhabitable. Now I was a little improved. The frontroom was in better repair. But that was all—just the one small piece. He deserved better thanthat—better than a one-room, falling-down fixer-upper. No amount of investment on his part could putme back in working order.
Yet I knew that I wouldn't send him away, regardless. I needed him too much, and I was selfish. MaybeI could make my side more clear, so that he would know to leave me. The thought made me shudder,and Jacob tightened his arm around me.
I drove Mike home in his Suburban, while Jacob followed behind us to take me home. Jacob was quietall the way back to my house, and I wondered if he were thinking the same things that I was. Maybe hewas changing his mind.
"I would invite myself in, since we're early," he said as we pulled up next to my truck. "But I think youmight be right about the fever. I'm starting to feel a little… strange.""Oh no, not you, too! Do you want me to drive you home?""No." He shook his head, his eyebrows81 pulling together. "I don't feel sick yet. Just… wrong. If I have to,I'll pull over.""Will you call me as soon as you get in?" I asked anxiously.
"Sure, sure." He frowned, staring ahead into the darkness and biting his lip.
I opened my door to get out, but he grabbed my wrist lightly and held me there. I noticed again how hothis skin felt on mine.
"What is it, Jake?" I asked.
"There's something I want to tell you, Bella… but I think it's going to sound kind of corny."I sighed. This would be more of the same from the theater. "Go ahead." "It's just that, I know how you're unhappy a lot. And, maybe it doesn't help anything, but I wanted you toknow that I'm always here. I won't ever let you down—I promise that you can always count on me.
Wow, that does sound corny. But you know that, right? That I would never, ever hurt you?""Yeah, Jake. I know that. And I already do count on you, probably more than you know."The smile broke across his face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire, and I wanted to cut my tongueout. I hadn't said one word that was a lie, but I should have lied. The truth was wrong, it would hurt him.
I would let him down.
A strange look crossed his face. "I really think I'd better go home now," he said.
I got out quickly.
"Call me!" I yelled as he pulled away.
I watched him go, and he seemed to be in control of the car, at least. I stared at the empty street when hewas gone, feeling a little sick myself, but not for any physical reason.
How much I wished that Jacob Black had been born my brother, my flesh-and -blood brother, so that Iwould have some legitimate82 claim on him that still left me free of any blame now. Heaven knows I hadnever wanted to use Jacob, but I couldn't help but interpret the guilt I felt now to mean that I had.
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew—knew it in the pit of my stomach, inthe center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in myempty chest—was how love gave someone the power to break you.
I'd been broken beyond repair.
But I needed Jacob now, needed him like a drug. I'd used him as a crutch83 for too long, and I was indeeper than I'd planned to go with anyone again. Now I couldn't bear for him to be hurt, and I couldn'tkeep from hurting him, either. He thought time and patience would change me, and, though I knew hewas dead wrong, I also knew that I would let him try.
He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.
I went inside to sit by the phone and bite my nails.
"Movie over already?" Charlie asked in surprise when I came in. He was on the floor, just a foot from theTV. Must be an exciting game.
"Mike got sick," I explained. "Some kind of stomach flu.""You okay?""I feel fine now," I said doubtfully. Clearly, I'd been exposed.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, my hand inches from the phone, and tried to wait patiently. I thoughtof the strange look on Jacob's face before he drove away, and my fingers started drumming against thecounter. 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 took only fifteenminutes, 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 wasworried.""He was… too sick to call. He's not feeling well right now." Billy sounded distant. I realized he must wantto 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 fending84 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.
"Bye, Bella."The line disconnected.
"Bye," I muttered.
Well, at least he'd made it home. Oddly, I didn't feel less worried. I trudged85 up the stairs, fretting86. MaybeI would go down before work tomorrow to check on him. I could take soup—we had to have a can ofCampbell's around here somewhere.
I realized all such plans were canceled when I woke up early—my clock said four thirty—and sprinted87 tothe bathroom. Charlie found me there a half hour later, lying on the floor, my cheek pressed against thecold 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 hoarsely88. "Tell them I have what Mike has, and that Ican'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 crumpledup 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. Heclumped up the stairs to check on me.
"Stillalive?""Sort of," I said.
"Do you want anything?""No, thanks."He hesitated, clearly out of his element. "Okay, then," he said, and then he went back down to thekitchen.
I heard the phone ring a few minutes later. Charlie spoke to someone in a low voice for a moment, andthen 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. Thethought 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 onmy bedside table. I felt parched89. I chugged it down, though it tasted funny from sitting stagnant90 all night.
I got up slowly, trying not to trigger the nausea75 again. I was weak, and my mouth tasted horrible, but mystomach felt fine. I looked at my clock.
My twenty-four hours were up.
I didn't push it, eating nothing but saltine crackers91 for breakfast. Charlie looked relieved to see merecovered.
As soon as I was sure that I wasn't going to have to spend the day on the bathroom floor again, I calledJacob.
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 tangible92.
"What can I do, Jake? What can I bring you?""Nothing. You can't come here." He was abrupt93. 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.""Jacob—""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.
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