I don't know how it happened, I really don't. I didn't intend to bring a human home with me, I really didn't. Especially not one that was bleeding and injured.

Her name was Lydia. She was in my science class, and we had been assigned to work as partners for a nature scavenger hunt. There was plenty of nature near my house, and it would be close enough in case something should happen, so I had suggested we go there, and it was settled.

So we had been wondering around this Saturday, looking for all sorts of leaves and flowers and plants and such. And it had been going well. We had actually been having fun.

Then suddenly she slipped, and fell down the slope, tumbling through the fallen branches and undergrowth. I heard her yell as she hit the ground, and suddenly the smell of blood permeated the air.

I moved to fast to reach her, but Lydia never even noticed. She looked up at me with wide blue eyes, clutching her ankle and biting her lip. She was covered in scratches and bruises, and had a gash in her arm. Her ankle also looked funny.

I tried not to panic. I tried to ignore the smell of blood. I tried to decide what to do.

Jacob appeared out of the woods, as if on cue. As if he had been tailing us, which he had, just in case something were to happen. I had been annoyed about that earlier, but now I was glad.

I ran to him, and buried my head in his chest. He patted my head reassuringly and led me over to Lydia. He knelt down slowly to look at her.

"I'm Jacob Black." He told her calmly, trying not to frighten her even more. He looked her over. "A few scratches, bruises, nothing too bad so far. You'll want to get that cut on your arm taken care of." He frowned when he saw her ankle. "Can you get her home?" He asked me.

"I think so." I said uncertainly.

"I'll go get Carlisle." Grandpa would be at the hospital, working. I nodded, and he took off at a run.

"Come on." I said to Lydia. "I'll help you up." We got her standing on one foot, though she had to lean on me to manage. We made our way slowly back home, she trying to brave, me trying to ignore the blood.

Uncle Jasper met us about half a mile from the house. He didn't say w word, merely nodded and stepped forward to pick Lydia up and carry her the rest of the way in arms.

I could see her relax and knew he was trying to keep her calm. He was trying to keep me calm, too. He must have felt us coming.

I followed them inside and into the living room, where he carefully set her down on the couch. He then wordlessly stalked upstairs.

Lydia watched me timidly. "Who was that?" She asked, sounding slightly awed. Uncle Jasper had opted not to go to school this time around, for whatever reason. He was playing as Grandpa's younger brother, just recently come to stay with us. Consequently, Lydia had never met him before.

"That's Uncle Jazzy." I replied. That was one thing about his current role. I didn't have to worry about accidently calling him Uncle in public. It was hard enough with Mom and Dad and Grandpa and Grandma. "Jasper." I clarified, noting her bemused expression. "He's my uncle."

He reentered the room, carrying what looked like the first aid kit from Grandpa's office, though I never understood why he had one there. Uncle Jasper handed it to me. I just looked at it, clueless.

His cell phone rang, and Lydia and I jumped as he pulled it out and answered it. "Hello?" He said softly, walking away from us. "Yes, I'm here. No, I didn't look closely. She was having trouble walking. I had to carry her the last half mile. I don't know, Carlisle. If you thinkā€¦" He trailed off, listening for a minute. "Yeah, sure. Okay then. No, it's fine. See you then." He hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket and then turned to look at me.

He was tense, but I supposed that was due to the fact that Lydia was still bleeding. He was frowning as he took the first aid kit from me.

"Carlisle's going to be a little late." He said to Lydia, tersely. "We're going to see what we can do for you in the meantime." The words should have been calming, soothing, but his tone of voice was sharp, angry. He began looking at Lydia, taking care of her cuts and scratches, cleansing them and bandaging the worst of them before focusing on the gash in her arm.

He worked quickly and efficiently, without a word. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was angry with me for bringing the bloody, injured human into our home. But what else could I have done?

He took one look at her ankle and sighed. "I'm not a doctor, so we're going to leave that alone for now." He said, his words still light yet failing to match the dark tone in his voice. It was unsettling. "But Carlisle suggested you might be hungry, or thirsty, and said I should feed you." He went on, moving sharply towards the kitchen.

"Is he okay?" Lydia asked nervously.

"Oh sure," I lied, "he's a bit different at first, but nice once you get to know him. I'm just going to check and make sure he's alright in there." I said, darting into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry." I murmured, softly enough that Lydia wouldn't hear me from the other room.

"For what?" Came Uncle Jasper's tense reply.

"Bringing her here."

"You couldn't have just left her in the forest, Nessie. You did the right thing." He said, rifling through the fridge.

I wasn't convinced. "Then why are you mad?" I asked.

"I'm not mad." He replied quickly. I stepped forward and rested my hand lightly on his cheek, showing him that I had seen that he was upset. He sighed. "I'm not mad at you, Nessie. Or her. I'm fine."

I wondered what was wrong, then, but I could tell that as far as he was concerned, this conversation was over. I was miffed, and offended, but he ignored it, though I knew he could tell.

I was in the midst of convincing Lydia to eat, and that I wasn't hungry, when Carlisle arrived home.

Uncle Jasper was out the door as soon as he saw that Carlisle had returned.

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