I teared up writing this chapter, whoops.
Paige's POV:
I brush a strand of stray hair away from my sweaty forehead. Yesterday I awoke with a longing for Edward. He might not be awake quite yet. A terrible thought comes to mind. What if he is...? Tears spring to my eyes at the thought of Edward dead. No. That can't possibly be the case. I just have to wait here for him. For the nurses to tell me that he's okay. That we'll both be okay. I wipe away fallen tears just as that cranky nurse walks in.
"Dr. Murphy told me to tell you that the boy...Edward was it? Anyways, he's," she began. This is it. Could he be...? I really don't know at this point, "he's alright. Just woke up a few minutes ago askin' all sorts of questions about you and crap like that."
I'm lost for words. The gods must be pushing away Hades, for this is a true miracle. "Thank you for telling me," I say, relief catching my every breath. "Do you know if I'm okay to visit him?"
"Can you even move? If you can go ahead. Nobody's gonna stop you."
I flash her a smile of my thanks, and rise out of the thin white hospital bed, pain and soreness aching through my every move. The nurse hands me a walker, and I walk slowly, but surely across to Edward's room.
Edward lies there, asleep. The deepest cuts and blood covers his whole body. He's still the most beautiful creature that I've ever laid my eyes on. Edward's chocolate brown hair sticks to his forehead and I brush it back, tears staining my cheeks.
I brush my lips to his, careful not to press to hard, even though I want to kiss him like it's the last kiss I'll ever have. I pull away, and his eyes flutter open and Edward tries to smile.
"Edward, don't. I know you're happy to see me and that's all I need," I whisper as I draw him in for another kiss.
Just as I pull away once more, the nurse spats, "Time's up, sweetie."
I glance back at Edward with a reassuring look. He and I both know that we're considered lucky, even though we just might not feel it.