I look at my shoulder. I hadn't noticed it this morning but it now has a slight purple discoloration. It looks like a dark purple and black bruise, spreading throughout my arm.

"Face it Paul…with the way this is spreading…I'll die before we get back to La Push…Just stop trying…" my voice sounds like the living dead. I mean it in the most sincere way possible. In the 20 minutes we'd been in the truck, it'd formed into zombie talk.

He shape shifted back into his human form. "No, Leah, you aren't, okay? You're gonna live because we're gonna get one of them to take the venom out and you're gonna be just fine, okay?" he says in a very determined voice.

I smile at how determined he is, just a little, before I start coughing and hyperventilating because I honest to God can't barely breathe.

He whimpers and lays beside me, his head on my belly looking at my face sadly. My vision is blurring and my breathing is now short and cut off.

I feel the truck stop before my vision clouds, blackens, and I am all alone in my own senseless, dark world.

Jacob's POV

The guys and I help haul Leah out of the truck and into Sam and Emily's. Carlisle is already there as we lie Leah down on a bed and he assesses her, Rosalie at his side but in the corner of the room, lips pursed and she is intently watching her adopted father as he works on Leah.

"Everyone out," she says after glancing at Carlisle and how crowded he is with more than half the huge pack in the bedroom.

"No," Paul, Seth and I say at the same time. Paul is like her brother. Real brother. Seth is her actual brother. I am her mate. And we cannot leave her like this. Everyone else leaves and we are allowed to stay. He sucks the venom out of Leah's veins and I cringe at the sight along with the other guys and even Rosalie.

Leah chokes in her sleep but the doctor helps her and shakes a hand at us to stay seated and out of the way, that he can handle the problem, because somehow he knew I was standing and ready to act.

She watches us, not in disgust now, but with slight curiosity and…likeliness? She seems genuinely worried about the she-wolf in front of us all. I only rarely glance up at the vampire and my pack mates, near to never taking my eyes off of my mate and the doctor.

Then I get to thinking.

What if she doesn't survive anyway? We'll never get engaged or married or have kids or get our own house…

I sound like a girl.

Soon the doctor gives her a last assessment and then leaves with a nod to me as well as Paul and Seth and beckons Rosalie to follow him out. They leave after giving me the information that I need. That Leah will wake up in a few days and she'll be weak at first but get stronger as the hours pull on after she awakens.

Her awake, healthy and alive is good enough for me.

Four Days Later

"Jake…" I hear a whisper. It's the voice I've been waiting for. I haven't left this chair since arriving here from rescuing her. Haven't eaten. Barely slept. I look up to see her gorgeous eyes on me, her voice weak, tired and slightly shaky.

"Leah!" I whisper yell, hugging her body lightly and kissing her. She kisses back very weakly and I kiss her forehead. "I was so worried about you, prinsesa," I kiss all over her face, her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her mouth, her eyelids and forehead and ears.

She smiles to me weakly. "I love you too. And Jacob Black did you just call me princess?" she giggles weakly at my attempt to be all romantic and stuff.

I chuckle and kiss her nose.

It can only get better from here.

Sorry it's such a short chapter but I haven't updated in a while and I figure I need to before the year is up. Happy new years to all of you! Love you guys! Please review! –Megan