𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 | strawberriextrio

Chapter Sixteen | Double Trouble

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"I-"

My body goes limp as I drop to the ground. 

My head thunders with bursts of pain. I groan in agony and everywhere starts to fade into a soulless dark abyss. 

Kathy's POV:

I ring again, anxiously waiting to see if Edward will pick up.

My hands shake as I clutch the phone in my hand. 

It rings. 

And rings. 

'Come on, Edward,' I press on, hoping and praying he'll answer. 

I need to tell him about Emma. 

My memory fades in and out my heart thumping with worry as the taxi pulls up to the hospital. 

I pay the driver and close the door so quickly, I don't even mutter a thank you. 

My legs carry me subconsciously and I run to the antiseptic scented building. 

I rush to Emma's hospital room, my eyes searching for where to go next. 

My heart pulsates and beats so loudly it's the only thing I hear. 

"Please be okay," I say to myself. 

"Please be okay." 

August's POV:

When Emma had called me last night, I was shocked. 

She had said that she needed someone to talk to and that she couldn't think of anyone but me. That inflated my ego. Just a little bit. 

I don't remember much and she was talking so fast and her voice was unsteady and- 

I shook my head, wiping the memory away. 

Now I sit outside her hospital room, tired as ever, but the worry that sits in my chest doesn't fade away. 

I sit down on the plastic chair, my eyes dangerously closing and drifting in and out of a sleep. 

I straighten my back and regain my posture, but my face remains drowsy and seconds away from falling into a deep, deep sleep. 

I look back at the room opposite me and my heart beats loudly with dreaded anticipation. 

All I want is for Emma to be okay. 

Edward's POV:

When I reach the entrance of the hospital, I feel as if my heart were to explode and disintegrate to a million pieces, maybe even more. 

I run to the elevator, the number of her room engraved into my mind, as I repeat it over and over again. 

I hear the slight chime of the elevator and it slides open. I step out as soon as it opens.