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Neighbours	By : That-Girl-Han Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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OK, breathe. Let’s stay calm. He’s probably fine. It’s probably nothing serious.
A burning roof?
I frantically wiped my eyes with the back of my hand as the other kept control of the steering wheel while I pushed the speeding limit to well over 50mph.
Sue had said that it happened this morning some time and I’m only hearing about it now? OK, fair enough, I didn’t have my mobile with me but someone could reach me via my work number!
Damn it! Why won’t this car go any faster! Grrr.
Nothing serious can have happened to him. I mean, Sue would have said –wouldn’t she? Shit. Maybe not. Fuck. I think I’m going to be sick.
For fuck sake! Is it drive really slow to piss Ness off day or something?! I over took the pathetically slow car in front and zoomed off.
I ran my fastest in to the hospital, heels be damned, and skidded up to the reception desk, puffing for air. Holy Christ, I feel like I’m going to pass out
“Hi! I need to know what room Mr Jacob Black is in.” I slapped my hand on the surface.
The receptionist did not look happy.
“Are you a family member?” She replied coolly, as if she had all the time in the world.
“What?!” My face crumpled. “No, but-“
“I’m sorry. I can’t divulge that information.”
“He knows me, though! This is important!” I gritted my teeth as anger rose to my cheeks.
“I’m sure he does. But I still cannot give out patient information. You understand.”
I gave a firm nod. “Yes, I do. However, this is very important. So if you could just type something on your computer and tell me which room he is in, it’ll be great.” I waved my hand at the desktop.
“I’m sorry, Miss.” She glared at me, her voice scary and stern. “I cannot give out that information.”
I inwardly groaned. I didn’t have time for this!! “Surely, you can make one exception?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Please!!” I said through a clenched jaw. So help me, God.
“I’m sorry. My answer is final. No.”
Urgh, I’m not getting anywhere! Fuck it. I leaned across the desk, and glowered at her darkly. “Look, -“My eyes dropped to her nametag. “Emma. If anything happens to him and I’m not there because you won’t tell me where he is, I swear to everything that is holy, I will come find you and literally kill you! Do you understand? I can’t lose him and if I do, I will physically murder you with my bare hands-“
“Ness?”
I flinched back from the desk. Sue scurried over and took my arm gently, tugging me away from the desk. Luckily, I don’t think she heard my death threat.
“Come on, this way, love.” She said.
I glanced over my shoulder at Emma and gave her a smug look. She looked absolutely mortified. Good! Take that, you horrible cow!
“How is he?” I asked, anxiously as we started walking the corridors.
“I’m glad you’re here.” A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “He’ll want to see you.”
“Oh.” He’s awake? That’s good, isn’t it? Oh god, It hadn’t actually crossed my mind that I’ll have to talk to him…I’ve been so consumed with thoughts that he’s…No, I won’t say it. Deep breath, Ness.
But I couldn’t shift the knot in my stomach.
“Rachel went in to labour this afternoon.” Sue told me as we entered a ward.
“Really? Is she alright?” Then my mind flipped well back. I’m sure I still have the present I bought for her when we were out shopping when I first met her. White baby grow, I think. Urh, not important, Ness!
“Yes. She’s actually upstairs.” She frowned. “I think it was the stress from hearing about Jacob.”
I nodded. Tell me about it. I’m not even pregnant but it feels like I could suddenly drop in to labour right now. We stopped outside a private room and Sue stood in front of me, blocking the door.
“I think I owe you an explanation.” She looked down.
What?
“Huh?” I tried to look past her and in to the room through the tiny window on the door. I could see the back of Billy in his wheelchair and the end of the bed. Is he in there?
“Jacob doesn’t know I asked you to come.”
WHAT?
“What do you mean?” I narrowed my eyes at her. What the hell was going on? “Is Jake hurt or what?” I couldn’t help that my tone is clipped and curt.
She quickly shook her head, flustered. “Oh, no! He did have an accident. But he doesn’t know you’re coming.” She frowned sadly. “The paramedics told us he was mumbling your name in the ambulance… And I know what happened between you two is over but I thought you’d want to know.”
I swallowed nervously. He doesn’t know I’m here. He may not even want to see me. And he was mumbling my name…shit, I really do feel sick.
“Of course I want to see him.” I mumbled, nerves starting to gnaw at my insides. “I care about him.” Er, scratch that – I love him.
“Good.” She smiled suddenly, before pouncing on me for a bear hug. “I was so worried you wouldn’t come.” She whispered against my head.
As she pulled back, she dragged me to the door and dropped my hand before pushing the door open and leaning in. “Jacob, love, you don’t mind if we go and see Rachel, do you?” She asked.
I could only hear a mumble. Shit. It’s him. Oh, god. I’m nervous.
“Come on, Billy. Let’s go.” She ordered. As Billy said his goodbye and rolled himself through the door, he did a double take as soon as he saw me.
“Hello!” He broke out in to a grin before turning his gaze to Sue. “What have you been up to, woman? Is this why you’ve been sneaking off?”
Sue clucked her tongue as he started to push him away. “Go on, love!” She called back at me.
OK. Deep breath. And go-
I slowly pushed open the door and gasped.
Jacob was a sight. He was lying in bed, still. He had his eyes shut with a plastic tube across his face and up his nose. Parts of his skin looked red and sore, not to mention the purple discolouring of some of his skin. He had a cast on his right forearm. He looked peaceful, though. I bit my lip. I wanted to cry.
I took one step forward carefully, trying not to make a loud noise with my heel. Then another. And another.
“Jake?” I whispered, afraid to disturb him.
His eyelids fluttered open slowly. I twitched with nerves as he just looked at me for a brief moment; it was all most like he didn’t recognise me.
“Ness?” His voice was raspy and dry. “How did you…”
“Sue.” I said slowly, taking another step closer towards him. “She called. Are you…what happened?”
Jacob glanced down and swallowed nosily. “It’s my own fault. I wasn’t paying attention.”
I perched myself on the chair beside him and set my bag between my legs. “What’s the damage?” I asked, running my eyes over his face, my nerves doing cartwheels. I didn’t notice the small cuts on his chin, cheek and forehead. He even had dried blood in his hair.
“Nothing too serious.” He still wasn’t looking at me. “Broke my arm, fractured a few ribs. Got a mild concussion and a little bit of smoke in my lungs. Some mild burns.” He eyes met mine with an indifferent shrug. “I’m lucky, I guess.”
I exhaled sharply. Thank god for that. I literally made myself sick with worry…thinking he was going to…Urgh.
“I thought…” I trailed off, shaking my head. If I say it, I will cry. Damn it. “I’m glad you’re OK.” I managed.
“Physically, yes.” His eyes turned glassy as he closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pillow. “But I’m not OK.”
My chest felt tight. Oh, this was so hard! I just wanted to reach out to him and pull him in my arms. I quickly wiped under my eyes and silently sniffed. The pain in his voice wasn’t from the accident – it was from me. I pulled my shaking hands in to fists. I couldn’t look at him – I couldn’t look at the mess I had created.
“I should go.”
He didn’t open his eyes. “Yes.”
But I couldn’t. My feet wouldn’t budge.
“I really should go…” I said, like I was trying to talk myself in to the idea.
Jacob kept his eyes shut and faced the other wall.
Work, feet! WORK! He doesn’t want you here! Look at him! He won’t even look at you. My eyes felt prickly as I digested that information. It’s true. And it hurt.
But, knowing this, I still couldn’t leave. He’s hurting and I want to make it go away – despite everything that’s happened, that has been said.
“But, I’m not sure I want to go…” I whispered, keeping my head low and looking at the white floor, waiting for him to tell me to get the fuck out.
“No.” I glanced up. Jacob opened his eyes and regarded me with a sad smile. “I don’t want you to go either. I want you to stay with me for a bit longer, please?” He whispered the last word.
I nodded; I couldn’t speak with the lump in my throat. I reached out the short distance and gently took his hand. His fingers twitched under my touch.
“I don’t think I could leave even if I wanted to.”
Jacob swallowed and glanced down at our hands, and it made me slightly nervous. Does he even want me touching him? Should I pull my hand away? But before I knew it, his fingers squeezed mine gently as he laced our fingers together.
“I don’t think I could watch you leave.” Jacob glanced up at me, his glassy eyes scanning my face before examining the rest of my body. “You look nice.” He noted in a small voice.
“I had work.” His hand was soft and warm against mine. Oh, how I’ve missed this. No! Do not even go there. I’ll probably start blubbering.
“Oh.” He licked his bottom lip. “Was it OK?”
I smiled. I should be asking him if things were OK, not the other way around. But that’s Jacob.
“Well, I didn’t fall through any burning roofs, if that’s what you’re asking so I’d say my day at work was better than yours.”
Jacob lightly chuckled then immediately winced and pulled his hand out of mine to clutch his chest. “Ow.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked, alert and panicked.
“It hurts to laugh,” He grimaced. “And to breathe.”
I bit my lip. Shit. That was my fault. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise.” He breathed, rubbing his brow then adjusting the oxygen nose tube. The cannula, I’m sure it’s called.
“How have you been?” I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the edge of the bed, looking up at him. Even when his face was all cut up and bruised, he still looked beautiful. I couldn’t help but notice he was sporting a five o’clock shadow – that was new.
He looked at me from the corners of his eyes, as if he’s assessing me, as he shrugged. “What about you?” He faced me fully.
“Fine.” I lied, adverting my eyes.
And he knew it. “You’ve always been a crappy liar.”
“That’s why we’ve never played poker together.” I gave a small smile, trying to move away from the original topic. He can’t ask me how I am. Not really. I’ll break – like I know I will tonight when I’m home alone. Oh.
“I wanted to call.” He said, huskily catching me off guard with his words.
“Me too.” There was no point in admitting that I actually did, and then hung up.
I swallowed at the silence that followed. What happens now? Do I sulk away or stay? The knot in my stomach clenched as I licked my lips, getting ready to bite the bullet. The reason why my insides were eating me away.
“Jacob,” I said slowly. “About some of the things I said, I-“
“Ness,” he screwed his eyes shut and took a ragged breath. “I can’t talk about it now.”
Oh. I nodded and chewed on my bottom lip. That was that, then. I blinked a few times. No. I wasn’t going to give this up – not yet. Not without apologising for what I said. Plus, he couldn’t run away from me. He’d have to listen to what I have to say.
“No. I was completely wrong and-“
“Ness, please.” He groaned. “I can’t. Not now.”
“Why?” I asked in a small voice.
He snapped. “Because…. I…can’t.” The last word came out in a high pitched strangle as his voice broke and his eyes watered.
It felt like my heart exploded in my chest. I edged myself on the bed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him in to me. His own arm snaked around my back as he gently placed his head in the nook between my shoulder and neck.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against his ear, fighting back my own tears, as my hand trailed up and down his back. It literally killed me to watch him like this, in so much pain. “I’m sorry.”
He whimpered against me.
“Please…please don’t cry.” I tried to be soothing but my own voice turned high pitched and squeaky.
“You left,” he choked out between sobs. “Y-you left me.”
I bit my lip to keep in my own sob. Oh, this was torture. I closed my eyes and nestled my head against his. “I know.” I whispered. “I’m sorry. Please.”
His shoulders shook and trembled as small cries passed his lips. His hand held on tightly to my back, his fingers pressing in to my skin through my shirt.
“I don’t want to let go,” he mumbled through his patchy breathing, his voice thick with emotion. “I need you.”
“I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry.” I murmured softly.
He let out a small guttural moan from the back of his throat as his body continued to rock with waves of tears. “It’s hurts.” He whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.
“I know it does.” I said quietly. My arms still held his body close to mine, his breath irregular against my neck.
“I didn’t mean anything I said in Spain. I didn’t. I’m s-sorry…” He caught himself from finishing his sentence with another sob.
Ah, this was absolutely killing me. I gently shifted and lifted his face up to meet mine, with my hands carefully holding either side of his face. His cheeks were wet and his chocolate eyes were bloodshot and glassy. I slowly dragged my thumbs across his cheeks, catching the tears.
“You know I love you, don’t you?”
He slowly nodded.
“Good.” I said huskily. “Because I do love you. So much.”
His bottom lip wobbled.
“Please,” I breathed softly, closing my eyes and resting my head against his –our noses touching. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you upset. I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I’m sorry about everything. I’m sorry about Spain.”
Jacob inhaled slowly. “But…you’re still g-going to leave me. Aren’t you?” He sighed, his voice still raspy.
“I…” I swallowed. “I don’t want to but-“
“Please,” Jacob’s voice broke again, turning shallow and raw. “Don’t say it.” His hand gently peeled my hand from his cheek. I slowly opened my eyes as he brought it to his lips and softly kissed my palm. “I can’t hear you say it again. I just can’t.” Jacob murmured quietly, his breath hot against my hand.
“You know it’s true,” I whispered.
Jacob met my eyes, as a tear dropped down his cheek. “It’s not. I should have fought for you. I should have been there for you and I wasn’t. I don’t want things to end between us.” He pulled his face away from mine and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before he frowned. “We can work.”
I tilted my head to the side as my other hand dropped away from his face. “Then why didn’t we?”
“Ness, please.” He breathed. “I’m begging you. Please.”
Shit, my gut twisted in pain. I shut my eyes tightly. Do not start crying again. Do not.
“Jacob, I-“
“Please!” His voice was firmer but still raspy. “I’ll do anything.”
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
“Please, baby.”
DO NOT CRY. DO NOT CRY. DO NOT CRY. DO NOT CRY. DO NOT CRY.
I let out a half broken sob from the back of my throat, my eyes still firmly shut. “Jacob,” I said slowly, my voice wobbling. “Look at what I’ve done to you. You deserve so much better…”
“No, don’t say that.” his voice broke again. “I deserve you. I want y-you!”
Oh, god. He’s crying. I can hear him. DO NOT CRY!!!! DO NOT CRY!!!! DO NOT CRY!!!!
I reluctantly opened my eyes. My bottom lip trembled as I looked at him. The sight of Jacob like this….it made me sick with anger. I’m the one who has done this to him – me. I can’t continue to do that to the person I love. I thought, stupidly, I’d be able do this. But I can’t. I didn’t realise how much I screwed up.
“I’ve done this to you,” I whispered, disgusted with myself. “I’m not doing you any good. I’m sorry. Maybe I should leave-“
Jacob glanced up at me and blinked before reaching out and grasping my hand tightly. “Don’t leave me.” He breathed sadly. “Please.”
Oh. Stop looking at me like that. I can’t take it. I closed my eyes once more and bit my lip. His fingers intertwined with mine. Shit. I’m going to cry. Yes, I’m crying. I can’t say no to him – I’m not sure I even want to.
I nodded, my eyes and mouth tightly shut.
“You’ll stay?”
“Yes, I’ll stay.” I said weakly.
He pulled me to him, his arms around my body, keeping me against his. He lowered his head towards mine, his stubble itching my skin.
“Be with me,” he whispered against my mouth. “Please.” His lips lingered against mine as one of his hands cupped my face, his fingers warm on my cheek. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” I quietly said as he brushed his lips against mine.
“Then be with me. I need you, Ness.”
Hnng. This was so painful to listen to. It made my insides cripple with pain.
“Say yes, please. You said you love me.” He pleaded.
“I do,” I whimpered.
“Why won’t you…” he swallowed nosily as he took one of my hands in his. “Ness.”
My breathing hitched up as his lips gently brushed against mine. His lips were soft at first, hesitant even. Then he pressed his mouth on mine, this time more firmer, more desperate, more needy.
“I know it’s hard to be with me, but couldn’t you try anyway?” He breathed. “For me?”
“Jake, I-“
Jacob closed his eyes and sucked in a shaky breath. “Ness, I love you. Please.”
“On the note.” I swallowed. “You said so yourself.”
“The note.” He murmured to himself before he opened his eyes. “I didn’t mean that. I never meant that. I was upset….please.”
I glanced down at our hands. My small hand fitted in to his perfectly. Things were going great between us and I want that back, I do. But...what if it’s no longer there? It’ll only hurt us more later on. Oh, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore!!
Jacob slowly brushed his lips against my cheek and down my jaw, watching me with his watery eyes.
“Ness, please. I love you so much. I can’t lose you.” He spoke gently, his voice getting quieter with each word. “Please, baby. Please.”
Oh, fucking hell! What is wrong with me? He’s spilling his guts out to me! I can’t stand this anymore; it’s actually ripping my upside, him so inconsolable. Screw what I said about us breaking up – it’s bullshit. I love Jacob and I want him, despite how hard things may get.
I glanced up at him with my own hazy eyes, his face still sad and it made my heart melt. “Yes.” I whispered.
Jacob swallowed. “Yes? You mean-“
“Yes.” I cut in, almost giddy. “Yes. You’re right. I can’t be without you. I’ve trying to convince myself this past week that it was the right thing to do but it wasn’t. As soon as Sue told me, I drove straight here without even thinking.” I whispered to him. I couldn’t shut myself up. “And I was ready to attack the receptionist when she refused to tell me where you are. Honestly, it was about to turn in to deafcon one if I didn’t find you.….And when you were crying…” I leaned away from him and shook my head, my voice failing me. “I couldn’t…” And when it retuned, it was squeaky and wobbly as new tears burned my eyes. “It k-killed me. I d-didn’t mean to hurt you so much. I-“
Jacob pressed me against his body, one arm around my shoulder as the other hooked around my back. His hand gently stroked my hair as I started to cry in to his shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled in to my hair.
“No,” I wailed. “I’m t-the one that s-should be sorry! I broke us up! It’s m-my fault. I hurt you s-so bad…”
“I hurt you too.” His breath was hot on my ear.
I let out a weird sobbing noise from my back of my throat and sagged lifelessly in to him.
Jacob’s hand fluttered down to my chin, gently lifting my head to look at him. His thumb gently wiped away a tear that was rolling down my cheek. “Renesmee Cullen, I love you. More than anything. Please, please, remember that.” He said gently as he pushed back some of my hair, that had stuck to my wet cheeks, behind my ears.
“I love you too, Jacob Black.” I sniffed.
“Hmm, you have no idea how much I missed you.” He lowered his face, his nose rubbing my cheek. “I missed you reminding me to brush my teeth at night. I missed that little snort you do when you find something really funny. I missed how you say my name when you’re tired. I missed how your hair looks in the morning. I missed the smell of your perfume and your skin. I missed that little soft moan you do when you’re asleep and I gently kiss your neck. I missed that silly voice you used to speak in when I had a rough day and you try to make me laugh. I missed our morning kisses…” Jacob looked up and frowned when he saw my eyes misty. He leaned in and gently kissed my cheek, his stubble grazing against my skin. “I’m never letting you go.” His breath was hot against my skin. I closed my eyes at the sensation.
“I never want you to.”
Jacob slowly brushed his lips against mine. They were soft and warm. I reached up and took his face in my hand, pressing my lips harder against his mouth fiercely, as if it was going to be our last. He pulled me closer against his body as our mouths started to move with each other, his burning hot tongue sliding in to my mouth.
I sighed. This is where I belong.
We both pulled away breathlessly as Jacob pulled me back down on the bed, snuggling in to him, careful not to touch his chest too much. Or any of him. I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Sue told me you were mumbling my name…” I whispered, in to his shoulder.
Jacob shifted like he was uncomfortable. “I thought…”
“What?”
“I thought I was going to die… You’re the last thing I saw.”
I swallowed away the lump in my throat. “I think I’m going to cry again.”
Jacob kissed my head. “Don’t,” he breathed.
I took a long shaky breath, trying to calm myself. What a day. First day at work, a near death experience, declaration of love. I wasn’t sure I could handle what else it had to throw at me.
“Will you stay with me tonight, please?” Jacob closed his eyes and exhaled. “I don’t want you to go.”
I nodded. “Of course I’ll stay.”
“Good.”
I gently ran my hand up his cast. “Does it still hurt?”
“No,” He slowly smiled. “Not anymore.”
“Did they give you something for the pain?” My fingers trailed up the hard cast and to the crease in his elbow.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Quite powerful stuff. I can barely feel the pain in my chest, at the moment. Although, it is a little sore to breathe.”
“Did you burn yourself badly?” I asked quietly, my eyes still transfixed on his arm.
“No. A few first-degree. I’m lucky they weren’t third. But I’m pretty bruised up under this.” His long fingers tugged on the hospital gown.
“Hmph.” I pressed my lips in a tight line, looking up at him, noting all the little cuts and grazes that sprinkled face. I wanted to kiss each and all of them away. “I don’t think I like your job.”
His lips twitched. “It’s not all bad. As I said – it was my own fault. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Why, what were you thinking about?”
He tilted his head to the side. “You.”
“Oh, great.” I muttered. “Now I feel even worse.”
“Don’t.” He stroked my hair. “I’m fine, aren’t I?”
I clucked my tongue. “Yeah, minus you’re broken arm. Fractured ribs. Burns, concussion, bruises and whatever you said that makes you have to wear that.” I pointed a finger at the oxygen tube on his face.
He caught my hand. “Stop. I’m fine. The doctor said I could even probably get out tomorrow if my lungs clear up.”
“Really? You can come home?”
“Probably.” He smiled at me, wryly. “If I’m allowed back home, that is.”
“You know you are. It’s been horrible there without you.” I gently placed a kiss on his neck. “Where have you been staying?”
His other arm tightened around my body. “Dad’s. He’s been trying to teach Buddy to pull him along when we go for walks.” He chuckled, a throaty sound. “It’s crazy.”
I giggled along with him, enjoying the sound. “I thought you would have stayed at Dex’s. Jen said she saw you.”
“Hmm,” he swallowed. “I spent a night there but I couldn’t hack listening to them two at it all night.”
“You could have stayed at the house. I would have left, you know.” I whispered.
“No. It was our house. It would have felt wrong without you.” Jacob said, playing with my hand and fingers.
“That’s how it felt. Wrong.”
“I don’t doubt it. I never did take my name off the contract – I couldn’t do it.”
I glanced up at him. He was intently studying our hands. “I hardly ever took off that Cookie Monster t-shirt.”
A smile tugged at his mouth. “I knew you liked it.”
“Well, I did practically steal it from you.”
“Yes, you did.” He chuckled. “You naughty girl.”
I blushed. God. What is it with him making me blush? I nestled my head back on his shoulder with a happy sigh. Then I remembered something -
“I’ve been thinking.”
He’s face tensed up. “About what?”
“About…” I took a breath and met his eyes. “About the baby and a memorial. I was stupid to say no. I want do something.”
“What did you have in mind?” Jacob asked, interested.
“Well, I know it’s too late for a proper memorial now but I was thinking I could get a small tattoo on my wrist.”
“Hmm,” his thumb trailed against my wrist. “I quite like it. What are you going to get?”
“SB.”
His brow furrowed. “SB?”
“Squishy Black.” I mumbled, hoping he’d like it.
Jacob smiled sadly. “Squishy Black…Why not SCB? Squishy Cullen-Black.”
I shook my head. “No. I want Squishy to be a Black.”
Jacob licked his lips and slowly brushed his nose against mine, his breath hot against my mouth. “What about you? “He whispered. “Would you like to be a Black?”
My stomach squeezed and my face flushed. Was he asking me to…?
“Yes.”
Jacob smiled, and it was the first time today I saw him actually look happy – it was infectious. “Really?”
“Really, really.”
“Really, really, really?”
I giggled. “Really, really, really.”
His stubble tickled my jaw. “Ness Black…it has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”
“It certainly does, Mr Black.” I felt breathless.
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