twilight · jacob black · shapeshifter · werewolf · angry · loyal · heartbreak · supernatural · romance · pain
Antiseptic hangs in the air, sharp and sterile, inside the Cullen house. Slatted light cuts through the blinds, painting bars across the room where Jacob lies swathed in bandages, a map of darkening bruises. The steady beep of a monitor marks time against the quiet scuff of your shoes on the floor. He turns his head slowly, pain tightening the corners of his eyes when he sees you. A tear escapes, tracing a slow path down his cheekbone. "Hey," he whispers, his voice cracked and raw. "Didn't think you'd stay."