When I woke up, sunlight streamed down through the window and Jacob was snoring in the corner.
I got up, and headed for the bathroom.
By the time I was done showering, Jacob was still asleep. I realised just how tired he really must have been. I dressed quietly and headed downstairs to start making breakfast. I grimaced as I pictured what I used to think of as breakfast.
I really should have seen this one coming; it was so Emmett.
I opened the fridge and screamed before I sprinted to the bathroom just in time to throw up.
When I was done with the unpleasant business, Jacob was standing behind me, concern written all over his face.
"Renesmee?" he asked. "What happened?"
"Go. Look. In. The. Fridge," I hissed.
Confusedly, he looked. He walked out the back door and came back ten минуты later, in which I'd taken the opportunity to brush my teeth.
I rested my forehead against the cool glass of the mirror. Blood. Ew. The thought brought on another wave of nausea, and I tried to think of something else. Anything else.
When Jacob came back, he was grinning. I asked him, weakly, why, and he replied that Emmett was currently being held in a headlock by Rosalie, who would've most likely done it for my sake rather than Jake's.