PART 3 OF, 'AGAINST THE WIND' FOLLOWED BY, 'ECHOES OF THE WIND.'
Will Jacob get back his love ? Or is a love lost forever? Read it in the next book of, 'THE WIND SERIES_#3' called "Return of the wind."
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Jacob
Sweat poured down my body as I stayed still as possible. . .
My hands drummed impatiently against the table, with my heart pounding at its perk to explode out my chest.
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"Why doesn't the machine show the results yet~" Bella chew over her lower lip, her shaking body was exactly as nervous as I was and asked the same question that I wanted to.
But still I was most anxious than any person sitting over here!
"Maybe the machine's screwed, heh!" Emmette laughed softly; he finally did returned after a week looking for. . . HIM! everywhere out of town. But maybe, Chris was swallowed by the sky or the ground completely!
The drumming against the wooden table & Carlisle talking over the phone was the constant noise all around; or maybe my eardrums were only looking for the beep sound of the machine.
I was too distracted to eavesdrop that who & what was Carlisle's talking to and about?
My stomach was churning with each second, with impatience filling my lungs. I was too eager to wait, but I didn't wanted anyone to know that - maybe it was embarrassing. I sat with my backbone straight to peep at the machine again.
Maybe Emmette's right, the machine is screwed. Huh?
Beep. Beep.
Or maybe not. I clench my teeth, and fists. . .holding my breathe so that nothing could lunge my throat out. I heard Rosalie sigh. What does that means?
What. Was. The. Damn. Result?
"It's. . . " Rosalie paused. Say it. Say it.
"She's okay. It's negative." Rosalie says softly. In the decades of years with I heard Rosalie say nothing better than this. I didn't know how to react? Smile - maybe - No.
My stomach was twisting itself with the good news. But what are we going to do now? I didn't wanted to ask the question to them. I shake my head gently and gave my focus to others standing there.
"Carlisle had gave her the pills, she'll be able to rest for an hour at least." Bella said; her hands folded nervously against her chest.
"Poor girl!"Emmette pressed his lips together.
"So what's now?" I ask but didn't look up at them, I didn't dare to. Why can't I stay silent? It must be only a minute went by, this question started urging to come out my stomach.
"I think we can help her!" I heard Carlisle's standing on the door. I turn to him instantly without a pause; the words that I was waiting eagerly to hear - from a month.
