I was warm. To warm. And something was pressing on my chest. I try to open my eyes, but something is covering them. I reach up to remove the blockage, but a cool hand grabs mine.
“Not too fast,” the voice attached to the hand says in an amused voice, as it gets placed beside me again.
“Carlisle?” I groan, trying to figure out where I am.
“Yes Bella, it’s me. You hit your head awfully hard, so try not to move, okay?”
I mutter something unintelligible, and sit up anyway. Carlisle sighs.
“Where am I?” I ask as I take the wash cloth off my face.
“Your in La Push, Jacobs house.”
I...
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