Trust Me (A Jacob/Edward friendship story)

Chapter 18- Broken Part II

Author’s note: And welcome to part II :) I hope you are enjoying ‘Broken’ so far! This chapter contains perspectives from Edward, Carlisle and Jacob, so it’s quite a busy chapter! I hope you love it! And please remember to vote and comment when you are done! Thank you so much and happy reading!

Trust me

Chapter 18- Broken part II

Edward’s POV

The cool outside air helped soothe my throbbing head and cleared my crowded mind. Although I could still hear Jacob’s thoughts, they were far quieter now which made them easier to ignore. And even though I was in close proximity to four different minds, their thoughts were no where near as powerful or as disturbing as Jacob’s.

Amazingly everyone waited patiently for me to speak; all of them could tell I needed a moment to recover from whatever it was I had experienced. Sam and Billy, who understood my gift better than the young wolves, guessed correctly that Jacob’s thoughts had affected me on some level. They did however, find it a little disconcerting that I was standing so still as if I were incapable of moving. I was trying to wrap my head around both what I needed to say to Jacob’s family and do with Jacob himself when he was safely unconscious.

When I was ready to speak, I walked closer to them (they had given me a five meter berth), a response which frightened Quil and Embry a little; it was as if I had suddenly come back to life.

“I apologise for the delay and thank you for giving me some time.”

All four of them nodded, each of them still feeling a little concerned for me, but mostly they now wanted to know how Jacob was- I had kept them waiting long enough.

“Jacob is doing better than Carlisle and I were expecting. He is enduring the pain well and is slowly healing some quite serious injuries. However, a majority of Jacob’s right side has been broken or injured to some degree, his leg being the exception,” I explained.

“Jacob’s ribcage is fragile at the moment. He has some severe bruising on his skin around the area. His liver is also bruised and highly painful; we feel it must have been pushed up against his ribcage when the newborn squeezed his torso. Thankfully, it does not appear to be bleeding and his ribs are all still intact.”

Billy sighed in relief. He was a bit overwhelmed with the amount of information I was giving him, but so far, he understood that Jacob was okay.

“However,” I continued, turning my gaze to the room where Jacob was lying anxiously waiting for me to return. “The bone in his upper arm,” I described, holding up my own arm so I could point to the relevant bone, “was broken.”

“Was?” Sam cut in.

“Yes, Jacob’s body was able to repair the bone before we even arrived.”

“That’s good, right?” Quil asked, a little uncertainly, he had heard some of my earlier discussion with Jacob and knew there was a procedure Jacob was against.

“It could have been,” I acknowledged, “but not in this case. This bone,” I pointed again to my upper arm, “Jacob’s collar bone,” I indicated once more pointing to my own one, “and his shoulder blade,” I continued turning Sam around to show the other three which bone I was talking about, “were all broken. Although each half of the bone has been reconnected to the other half,” I demonstrated using my closed fists, “unfortunately, his bones are more like this,” I said, showing them like Carlisle did with Jacob. “For some people, this would not be an issue, but a tremendous amount of physical exertion is placed on Jacob’s body when he fights and when he phases. Bones are weaker when they are not correctly aligned, so Carlisle feels it is best to fix this.”