From another point of view (Outtakes from 'Trust me')

Outtake #3- Falling Apart

Author’s note: Surprise! I have finally managed to complete another outtake from ‘Trust Me’. I have had a few people ask me in the last month or so when more outtakes would come. I am so sorry to have kept you all waiting, but I hope you enjoy this one; it’s Jacob’s POV of various scenes from ‘Broken’ parts 1 and 2. Over the last few months I have been busy with university, and when I did have time to write, I started a cross-over story involving Edward (and the rest of the Cullens) and Severus Snape. Thus, I had little time to write these outtakes, even though I longed to write them!

I want dedicate this to one of my fanfiction.net readers: Eruhin who is a great fan of ‘Trust me’ and was really looking forward to this outtake. Thank you for being such a wonderful reader- I hope you enjoy it!

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‘From another point of view’

Outtake #3- Falling Apart

(Jacob’s POV of various scenes from ‘Trust Me’ chapters 17 and 18)

Jacob’s POV

I was in agony, sheer unspeakable agony- I didn’t know it was possible to be in this much pain. I was lying on a small makeshift table in my house with my father and brothers crowded around me. My pain was etched all over their faces, that eventually it was easier just to shut my eyes. But in the darkness my own pain seemed amplified. I could feel every muscle, every broken bone on the right side of my body. Breathing hurt and unfortunately I was breathing heavily to force my body not to pass out.

My brothers had miraculously delivered me home without worsening my injuries as they carried me carefully between them. My dad had probably been waiting with bated breath the entire morning, nervous as to the outcome of our battle. Charlie was over; Dad probably wanted his friend there to distract him. When Dad heard my groans from the house, he wheeled himself down the porch with Charlie right behind him. Dad showed my brothers where to put me while they all quickly tried to work out how to explain my injuries to Charlie who had no idea where we had been. Thankfully I was not expected to explain any of this, so I focused on my body and my pain willing myself not to fall apart physically and emotionally.

Eventually someone, I wasn’t quite sure who, explained to Dad and Charlie that I had had a motorbike accident.

If only, I thought bitterly to myself; I would have given anything to have had a bike accident instead. Bloody newborn vampire, and bloody Leah for thinking she could handle it! But I forced myself not to be angry; it hurt every part of me to be anything other than calm and perfectly still.

Charlie was saying something about driving me to the hospital. At that point, Sam announced that he had called Carlisle while they transported me home, and that he was on his way back from his camping trip. Thankfully I was in too much agony, otherwise I would have ruined our cover by stating Carlisle was not camping at all. It took my mind a bit longer to join the dots- this was quite an elaborate lie.

Charlie did not question why we were waiting for Carlisle when he could get me to the hospital faster in his police car. Of course, my family knew a human should not assess me due to my high temperature amongst other things. And even if that were not an issue; I would have insisted on waiting for Carlisle for obvious reasons. I knew all of my family were waiting eagerly for Dr Cullen to arrive, but none more so than me. My previous experience with the leader of the Cullens told me that I would feel safer and better under his care; he potentially saved my life before, so perhaps he could do it again. He was my greatest hope, but every millisecond that passed felt like an eternity and I was quickly loosing hope that my body could be put back together. I dared to imagine what Carlisle’s face would look like once he had the opportunity to assess my injuries. Only he would know how serious my condition was, but I was certain it would not be good news. I was terrified that there would be nothing he could do except wait for me to heal, and I had no idea how long that would take. I couldn’t move, I could barely speak, and I was weak. Aspects of my torso I could no longer feel because the pain was so intense.