Blood Moon

Awake

When all is said and done, family is all we have.
We treasure our loved ones, no matter what they've done
The beauty of family is forgiveness, and safety.
And that family doesn't always include  relatives.

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Jacob

The world sort of hazes around me, bubbling and misting in and out of existence. Black, gray, and purple light fill the room, or rather, the void. I know I'm alive, I can tell that much. I must be sick, or something. I can hear the distant beeping of a heart monitor, and I can feel the IV in my arm. Somehow, my eyes refuse to open.

Click

The door must open now, and I hear the familiar shuffling of feet across the floor. They must belong to Renesmée, or Alice, as they almost glide along without touching the floor. If it's Alice, it's very strange that she's coming to see me.

"Jacob," she whispers. Yep, it's Alice. "Jacob, we need you to wake up. I know it's hard but we need you now."

I'm puzzled. Alice has never liked me. Why does she want me to wake up so badly?

"It's Renesmée," she sighs, her voice trembling, like she's about to cry. "She really needs you now. Bella and Edward can only keep her away for so long."

My eyes suddenly open, and I'm aware of my surroundings. I'm in Carlisle's personal medical room, on a stretcher similar to the one Bella was on when she was pregnant with Renesmée. An intimidating IV stands next to me, filled with dark red blood, and garbage can of extra bags sits in the corner. Alice lurks in the doorway, get dark hair mask in her eyes.

"Renesmée," I force out, realizing how hoarse and scratchy my voice is now.

Her head immediately whips up, and she looks at me, a smile across her face and tears in her eyes.

"You're okay," she whimpers.

"Where is Renesmée," I croak.

"I'll get her for you." She immediately flits out of sight, the sound of her small feet making tiny creaks as she ascends the stairs. Moments later, she's back, this time with Renesmée.

She looks terrible. There's a large bruise above her left eye, and a gash on her cheek, a tiny cut on her nose, her lip is split in a few places, and there are gashes and bruises all up her arms and legs that i can't see. Carlisle must have stitched her up, but she still has to heal.  Thin white bandages cover her injuries, but nothing can hide her pain from me.

"Jake," she whispers, a wide grin appearing on her face.

"Nessie," I sputter, looking at all of her cuts.

She bounds across the room and descends upon me like a wild animal, her arms outstretched to hug me.

"I've missed you so much," she sobs into my ear.

I squeeze her tight in my arms, and brush her cheek with my lips. "Who did this to you?"

"It doesn't matter," she lies, "I'm alright now."

I know she won't tell me what happened, so I'll have to ask Bella and Edward. So instead of pushing her for it, I run my hands through her beautiful chocolate brown hair, and gently kiss her lips. She jumps for a second, a little uncomfortable because of her split lip, but all she wants is me right now. She responds with a full force kiss, which probably will send her through much pain. I pull away to prevent that.