I raised my hand to move the hair from his eyes, but dropped it, unsure if it's polite to touch him in front of someone else.
He grabbed and squeezed it.
"Edward," my voice broke.
"What your lady is trying to say is that a tragic event happened in your family," Carlisle said calmly. "Your father passed away the day you were brought in."
Edward gasped, squeezing my hand. "No! And my mother? Please, no!" He was looking at her empty bed.
"She's home, on bed rest," I explained.
"Oh." He closed his eyes, frowning. "My poor father. Does Mother know?" He opened his eyes, searching mine.
Carlisle glanced at me and I shook my head. "Not yet. Her health is still fragile."
"Thank you," Edward whispered. "You saved her. And me. Thank you, doctor!"
"I just did my job. And I couldn't have let you dieā¦or worse." Carlisle met my eyes and I turned red. "Not when this young lady stayed by your bed day and night. True love is rare." He touched my shoulder then turned on his heels and left.
"You never left?" Edward asked incredulously. "How long have I been sick?"
"Too long," I murmured, hugging his frail body to me. "I was so scared. I thought I'd lose you!"
"I told you I'm not going anywhere. I came back to you."
I shook my head and stroked his hair. "I love you," I whispered.
"As I, you." He tenderly cupped my cheek and pressed his lips to mine.
