Hunger

CHAPTER 16

Renesmee

Morphine didn't work on me.

The venom incinerated it the second it entered my blood stream, so I had to agonize in mind-numbing pain.

I had casts over my broken limbs and bandages over my wounds. Grandpa explained that my body pieces back together like a vampire, but at a human pace.

I assumed they were feeding me human blood to probably help heal me faster, but I was in and out of consciousness due to the overwhelming amount of soreness and excruciating pain.

The day I really woke up was a week later, I think.

It was daytime and I smiled as the sunshine streaming in through the window warmed my face.

"Renesmee," Mom smiled grabbing my hand and smoothing my hair.

I winced.

She yanked her hand back. "Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No Mom, it's not-" my heart twisted and turned in my chest. It was worse than any pain I had felt that week. "Oww!!! God!!! Oww!!!!!"

"I know it hurts. Carlisle said that all your wounds were pretty much healed, but there was gonna be some soreness for a little while."

"Where's my Jacob?"

Mom let go of my hand and looked away. Aunt Rosalie appeared on the other side of my bed. "You had me scared. Glad you're okay."

Someone cleared their voice behind her and she moved out of the way, showing all the Cullen's crammed in the doorway to Grandpa's study I recognized I was in.

Low murmurings of "Hey kid" and "Welcome back" swarmed around me.

Dad moved through the door blockade to mom's side, kissing my forehead with a smile. "I'm glad you're okay."

My heart twisted painfully. "And Jacob?"

Rosalie, as always, was the first to answer. "A werewolf got to him. Carlisle is with him now."

"So what does that mean? Is he going to be okay?" I exclaimed, ignoring the shocks of pain racing up every muscle in my body.

Rosalie didn't answer this time.

"His neck snapped." Dad said quietly.

"What!?" I yelled, sitting up in bed. My insides screamed in protest at the sudden pain.

"Renesmee. Please stay calm."

Tears unwillingly stung my eyes at the underline pain under all the physical pain. I didn't know if it is possible but I felt like someone ripped my soul out of my body, dipped it in acid, and stuck it back in less than a second.

I started sobbing, gasping at each word I said. "Jacob...he's...not...he's...not..."

"Renesmee." Mom whispered sadly, throwing her arms gently around me. "We don't know."

"Take...me...to...him." I bawled.

"No Emmy. It's better if-"

I pulled out of Mom's arms and stared into her deep, black eyes. "Please."

She closed her eyes and nodded.

"I'll carry her Bella." Aunt Rosalie offered.

"No thank you Rose." Mom whispered. "I've got her."

Mom, ever so carefully, lifted me from the bed and held me as if she were holding a live grenade. I wrapped my arms around her neck and held on.

We moved slowly down the hall with each step. My physical pain grew less severe, but my other agony didn't. It remained there, torching me from the inside out.

Dad raced ahead of us and opened the last door on the right for Mom and me.

The room we walked into was big and white. It mimicked a hospital right down to the curtains.

My heart practically stopped when I saw Jacob lying in a hospital bed motionless. His color was drained and the heart monitor beeped slowly.

Grandpa was working at a metal medical table across the room, preparing a syringe.

He turned when he smelled me.

"Renesmee!" he gasped. "You're supposed to be in bed!"

I hadn't stopped blubbering, so it was hard for me to answer.

"She wanted to see Jacob." Dad explained.

I pressed my palm to my mom's cheek, showing her what I wanted like I did when I was a little girl.

"Can she...?" Mom motioned to Jacob's bed.

Grandpa nodded slowly.

She carried me to the bed, laying me beside Jacob.

I curled into his side, wrapping my arms around him.

I sobbed, burying my face in his chest.

What had I done?