Eddie's P.O.V

I've been in this hospital for less then a day and I'm already bored as fuck.

For real.

After the nurse left,I just watched some T.V and saw that it's almost midnight and decided to go sleep.

It's 7 am now.

I have no idea why I woke up this early.

Actually... I think I do...

It's coming back to me...

It was a nightmare about what happened the other night.

The car suddenly hitting us.

Emma and me flying off my bike.

Her small tiny body hitting the street.

She's seriously so skinny and short,that it's actually pretty cute.

Okay,she's not that short,but,she's still short.

Her long brown hair that's usually shiny and soft looking is now full of blood and tiny pieces of glass.

Her big brown eyes that usually reflect her mischievous nature are now full of pain...

Okay,that's enough.

I already had that nightmare.

And I already lived through it.

I don't need to remind myself of it again.

I really,really don't.

I know it's a bad idea,but,I'll try to sleep again.

I do need sleep.

I make myself comfortable and, after some time,I slowly drift off.

*few hours later*

I slowly open my eyes to see the sun shining through the window.

Okay,for how long did I sleep,exactly?

I check the clock and see it says it's 11 am.

Which,damn.

I usually don't sleep this long.

That's Emma's thing,not mine.

"Morning, sunshine.".

Which,what the fuck?

Who's in my room?

I turn around to see where the person is.

And I can't believe my eyes.

" Wait... Emma?"

She grins.

"Hey,sleeping beauty. You've been sleep for so long I thought something is perhaps wrong."

I rub my eyes and look at her in disbelief.

"Wait a second... How... What? You're dead! "

I can't believe this.

It's impossible.

"I think I'm hallucinating right now. It's the drug effect. Or I'm still dreaming."

She looks worried,I guess because I'm panicking.

"Hey,Ed,calm down. I'm alive. I didn't die. The doctors got me confused with someone else."

Oh... That...

Kinda makes sense.

Except it doesn't,because,they're fucking doctors! They're supposed to know what they're doing!

What kind of a hospital is this?!

I take deep breaths to calm down.

Even though this is seriously pissing me off.

I sit up and hug her,making sure to be gentle to avoid hurting her more.

She did have a giant peace of glass in her stomach,after all.

She hugs back,of course.

She loves hugs way too much.

"So,Ed,how are you feeling? Any pain?"

I'm feeling great now that I know you're alive.

"Nah,I'm fine. I'm full of drugs."

She sighs.

"Yeah,me too. They kept putting me to sleep,saying I'm not getting enough rest. It's so annoying."

Ah,I guess I'm not the only one then.

Well,at least I'm not suffering alone.

"Yeah,they keep putting me to sleep,too. But because I kept trashing around and trying to find you. I kinda freaked out when they said you're dead. I'm really,really glad you're alive and fine."

She snorts.

"Yeah,I'm alive and fine. Except for the hole in my stomach.

I've been impaled,after all."

I... Would rather not be reminded of that.

Or joke around about that.

My face must show what I think,since she stopped talking about it.

"Oh,also,Ed,I have... News..."

Why does she seem nervous saying it?

"What news?"

I admit,I'm kinda worried.

She fidgets a bit.

"Well... I... Might have found us a two bedroom apartment."

That's what's making her so nervous?

Seriously?

She's so ridiculous sometimes.

"That's great,Emma. It is. But,do you mind me asking,how come you decided to do that?"

She removes hair from her face.

"Well,I just thought that,since you're injured,making you sleep on the couch,even if it does turn into a bad,is just wrong. And that bed/couch is completely uncomfortable. I wasn't about to let you sleep there. So,I just got a two bedroom apartment. I hope you don't mind too much."

Why the hell would I mind?

Seriously,why?

"I don't mind at all,Emma. Actually,I'm glad you did this. I'd much rather sleep in an actual bed then a couch. And,I don't know when exactly I'll find my own place,so,this is great. Thank you for doing it."

She looks relieved and glad that I don't mind this.

Well,it's all going great.

My best friend is alive.

We're getting a new apartment,that's most probably better then the old one.

Yeah,it's all great.