So, none of this is mine. I wrote the first chapter for a contest and now, I'm expanding it. What I own ... a condo and too many books. What I don't ... Twilight and all its characters.
He's awake! YAY! We'll hear from Edward next chapter and to be honest, we're getting close to the end of the story. As I mentioned a few chapters ago, I will be writing a sequel. Mobward and Dolce aren't done yet. Their story isn't over yet.
My vigil continued as Alice weaned Edward off the medications that kept him unconscious. I tried my hardest to stay awake, but I eventually crashed from exhaustion. I slept hard and only woke up when I felt a soft, whisper soft brush across my cheek. I opened my eyes. I was groggy, unfocused and sore. Staring back at me was the deep evergreen stare of my Edward. "Baby ..." I breathed. "You're awake."
Everything hurt and all I saw was blur. The only thing I recognized was a lump next to me, with dark brown, curled hair. I blinked my eyes again, trying to focus on the blurry lump. I lifted my hand and I felt it radiate through my body, taking my breath away. Must. Touch. The. Blur. I caressed soft skin and felt warm breath on my palm. I traced the curve of the skin and the blur moved. "Baby," I heard. "You're awake."
Well, awake was subjective. I was not asleep, but I felt like I was in a fog and my brain was not firing on all cylinders. I also couldn't see. Everything was blurry and fuzzy. I reached for her hand, trying to get her to move closer. I recognized the pale skin and mahogany curls of my Bella. I couldn't discern her features. I tried to talk, but she squeezed my hands. "Don't, baby. You've got a tube down your throat," she whispered. "Let me get Alice and Lucy." She kissed my palm, leaving the room.
A few moments later, I heard Alice and another woman. Bella was behind them. I think. I couldn't tell. My vision was totally fucked. Alice prattled some instructions and within a few moments, the tube was out of my mouth and I had a nasal cannula on my face. "Don't try to talk, Edward," Alice ordered. "Squeeze my hand if you can hear me." I squeezed her hand. "Do you know who I am? Squeeze once for yes, twice for no." I squeezed her hand again. "Do you know who this woman is?" I looked and I couldn't tell who she was pointing to. "Edward?"
"Can't. See," I wheezed. "Blurry."
"Here are his glasses," said Bella.
"They may not help," Alice muttered.
"It's no harm in trying," Bella snapped. "Here!"
Carefully, Alice put on my glasses and it helped marginally. I could make out Alice's features and I recognized Bella. My beautiful Bella, who had lost weight and looked wrecked. "Mia cara," I whispered, closing my eyes and coughing. "Mia dolce." I heard a sob and I wanted to comfort her, reaching for her. "Bella, please, I need to ..." Alice moved and Bella was by my side, her fingers threaded with mine. She kissed my knuckles and I felt her tears on my hand.
"I'll give you guys some time," Alice murmured.
She left and Bella moved closer. With my glasses, I could see how truly shattered she was. Her face was unnaturally pale, with dark circles under eyes. Her curls were limp and she easily lost fifteen pounds. "I've missed you," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I've missed you so much, Edward."
I smiled, reaching my hand up and caressing her pale cheek. She was so beautiful, but something haunted her. Her eyes, which were so full of life and light, were dimmed, empty. Swallowing, I rasped, "What happened?"
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