Chapter Twelve

[Dear Lancy:

I am insomniac.

This is the first time I've ever lost sleep. The feeling is new, but the bad feeling is real. I can't fall asleep with my eyes closed, so I have to keep them open until morning.

I can't wait any longer; I can't keep pretending as if nothing has happened in the hospital. I have to go to the hospital for a retest to make sure that nothing in my head has been affected by the concussion.

Concussion has not been affected in many ways.

Dear, please don't ever laugh at my anxiety. I am, after all, a first-time brain tumor patient, and I need to be responsible for that, so I decided to be discharged at the crack of dawn.

Before I met her again, I was caught off guard meeting her again, Theresa, and I remembered that this was a hospital, a place where death must come to harvest souls.

Perhaps because it was the first time I was hospitalized, I saw her with the kindness of seeing a familiar face and turned out my little cookies, for which I got an important piece of information!"

I've changed the recipe for the little cookies I bake three times since their inception, but they've all been my previous attempts, and no one has yet to give me suggestions for improvement.

Theresa, she's a grim reaper! She has had a long life and has traveled to many worlds; she must have eaten many things I haven't, and I hastily tucked the treats I made into her arms and asked her to help me taste them.

And she didn't fail me, but I realized that she had a particular sweet tooth, so I gave her her favorite sweet fruit.

She accepted my fruit and cocked her head in thought, "Lancy, going to the hospital for a retest."

"Yeah," Theresa was the one in the know, and the fact that I could have no secrets in front of her made it incredibly easy for me to tell her my worries and trepidations without any burden.

"It's a bit far, and it's easy to get lost." Theresa nodded approvingly as she listened to my distress about the distance, and I saw the big black dog at her side nod along.

"I'll have Pietro take you, he's quick." Theresa suggested, then forked her head down and murmured, "Then that way, we won't be able to ...-grab the little pudding at lunchtime...-

She looked up at me, and the big black dog looked at me, and I suddenly felt a little stressed out.

- "I quickly shook my head, "No need to bother."

She suddenly remembered something, "Kurt!" Her eyes curved in a smile, "You can have Kurt pick you up!"

"Kurt?" I blinked, "Is that a mutant who's extra fast like Pietro?"

"Can't count." She shook her head, and with a stern little face, she turned her head and asked me, seriously.

"Lancy, have you ever heard of Phantom Shift?

"Huh?" What was that?

I soon realized what Terri was talking about with the phantom shifting though, the day after I was discharged from the hospital.

It was a rare sunny day, the sun was golden as it fell on the window pane. Carlisle wasn't at the hospital so my discharge went smoothly. Jacob picked me up, "Is it okay? Lancy, you still don't look so good. Why don't you stay a few more days?

He reached out his hand, wanting to touch the swollen bump on the back of my head, but was afraid to touch my head.

I pulled his wrist over my head and felt the stiffness in his hand that he couldn't move and let out a fluttering laugh, "Jacob, it's just a mild concussion ... I'm out of it because I didn't sleep well yesterday.

I was confused and squinted for a while after I met Theresa.

It's so strange, everyone else would be terrified of seeing death, but instead, I felt much more at ease.

I pulled open the car door and got in, rolling down the window and reaching out to pump the door to urge him on.

"Hurry back, I'm trying to get some sleep.

"Lancy, I should have stayed with you last night, you were alone in the hospital. " Jacob started the car and I heard him say a muffled question.

I looked at him sideways, he had a droopy brow and was very self-conscious. I drifted off a bit and came back to my senses and even raised my hand to whack him, "What were you thinking, you're a boy, is it appropriate to stay in bed with you?"

Besides, I wasn't really anyone's responsibility. He well didn't have that obligation to stay.

"But Lancy," Jacob eyed the front, "You're the only one in Forks!

' It was only yesterday that he, too, had suddenly realized that Lancy had come to Forks alone and that no loved ones would show up at all if something happened.

"So be sure to let me know if anything happens."

Jacob drove slowly, and I heard him say this as if each word was so long, and the cold wind blew in my face, and I sobered up with a jolt, and Jacob realized that I hadn't closed the merchant's door, and reached over to roll the window up.

"Good, good," I responded in a couple of rambling voices, and he gave me a look and put his pockets in the back of the car into my arms.

"What is it?" I pulled the pocket open, mesmerized by a pocketful of snack packages, and my eyes lit up as I looked at him, "Hey! Nice thousand, Jacob!"

I unwrapped a bag of Fruit A Thousand that I hadn't eaten before and squinted contentedly.

"Lancy," he called out to me.

"Hmm? What's up?" I rummaged through what else I had in my pockets as I answered back to him.

"Do you, uh, know the Cullens well? " I motioned with my hand and looked at him sideways. I had a feeling about what he was going to say; I had expected it to be Billy who said it, But I didn't realize it.

It would be Jacob.

"Yeah, I'm friends with them." I admitted with a nod, "Actually, they're all nice people, at least to me, they've never hurt me." My lips twitched as I hesitantly said the words.

"Lancy, you've heard that story, the old legend of the Quileutes." I nodded. I did hear Embry mention it, but not fully. Jacob didn't approve of me listening to Embry at the time, but he was telling me the full story now.

"The ancestors of the Cullens finalized an agreement with our pack," Jacob tapped the direction sheng. "I don't believe in any of that, but... Billy believes it, and I do get a bad vibe from them."

I bowed my head in silence, "But Jacob, since your ancestors were willing to make a pact with them to live in peace, that means that they aren't so much.

I opened my mouth, not finding the right adjective for a moment.

"But they are dangerous." Jacob raised his voice unexpectedly.

"Jacob," I looked at him calmly, "the world isn't black and white; they've never been hostile to me, I'm the one who's been in contact with them; I have the most intuitive sense.

"Lancy!" Jacob's grip tightened on the shingles of direction as he took a deep breath, looking to restrain himself, "Why are you all... are you mesmerized by their appearance too?"

I sighed; maybe I knew why he was so angry, so I softened my voice. "Jacob, you saw it yesterday; Alice would peel my apples; Rose would watch over me and feed me; none of them meant me any harm.

"By then, it will be too late. "Jacob looked away from me, not wanting to listen to me anymore, and the stubborn way he looked made me want to get on my hands and punch him twice.

So I did get on it, clenching my fist and punching him twice in the back.

"Lancy!" He looked at me menacingly, but the way he flinched back revealed his colorfulness.

I kind of wanted to laugh but had to hold it in. I glared at him and waved my fist. "

Is it bad to listen well? Is it that you can't hear me? Hmm?"

"Lancy, you ... me. ...-" he looked exasperated, looking away from me with a betrayal

"Hmph" and didn't speak to me again on the way.

I pursed my lips and laughed silently, then sighed in my heart. I guess the next time is for Billy to find me.

Hey, I was a little bitter, I'm just an ordinary, normal person; can't they just ignore me in all this?

I turned my head to Jacob, the guy pursed his lips, a glance meant he was still angry. I reached out and poked him in the tight arm. Once, twice, and three times, he ignored me.

Jacob parked the car, quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out. I followed and closed the door, catching up with him at a quick pace, "Jacob!"

I saw that he had no intention of stopping and grabbed his wrist as he stopped in his tracks. I pursed my lips, not knowing what to say, "If I was still friends with them, would you have ignored me? Would you stop being friends with me?"

"Lancy, you know I wouldn't..." Jacob said helplessly, taking a breath, "I just...

"You just think it would be dangerous for me to be friends with them, don't you?" I leaned back and looked straight at him.

He was silent for a long moment and nodded reluctantly, "Yes.

"Other than that, you're sure there's no other reason?"

"No, Lancy, what are you trying to say?"

"Well, if I was going to die, it wouldn't matter if I was friends with them, would it?"

I probably opened my mouth to hypothesize as well as my mind was racing.

"Lancy!" He got a little angry and glared at me, "What are you talking about!"

"I don't care," I said matter-of-factly, "I'm not going to lose you anyway, so

as it doesn't conflict with me being friends with the Cullens.