Stephenie Meyer
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Um, Bella? You've got a huge cut on your forehead, and it's gushing blood, he informed me. I clapped my hand over my head. Sure enough, it was wet and sticky. I could smell nothing but the damp moss on my face, and that held off the nausea. Oh, I'm so sorry, Jacob. I pushed hard against the gash, as if I could force the blood back inside my head. Why are you apologizing for bleeding? he wondered as he wrapped a long arm around my waist and and pulled me to my feet.

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