Paige's POV:
I hug my sweater close, and trek the two mile walk down to the hospital, my steps becoming quicker by the second. The doors slide open and I half jog, half walk up to the desk.
"May I see Edward Mulvoy?" I ask the lady
"Sure. He's room 1B."
"Thanks." I jog down the hallway to his room and peek through the window in the door. Edward looks so peaceful, sleeping, breathing heavily. In. Out.
The door slides under my fingers, and I peer around the corner. Nobody else is in the room with him. It's just him and the heart monitor. It's beeping is blocking out my heart pounding so loudly in my ears.
I ease up to his bed and push his hair away from his sticky forehead. Edward doesn't budge. "Edward." Still, nothing. Okay, he's just in a deep sleep, that's all. I shake him, lightly, then violently. My fingers are shaking with nerves as they climb up his neck to the side of his ear for his pulse. Thump. Thump. Each one five to even ten seconds apart.
With tears of worry and panic streaming down my cheeks, I legit sprint up to the desk and report Edward's condition. "He's...he's...he's barely...barely breathing," I stutter.
The nurse's face fills with concern as she says, "Move. Go find a doctor, and be quick about it."
I run down three different hallways, with the drag pushing my hair back, until I find a doctor. "Excuse me. Sir, there's a patient in room 1B that's dying. Please help."
The doctor introduces himself as Dr. Adams and he grabs some equipment and follows behind me, right against my heels.
Dr. Adams storms into the room and shoos me out. Salty tears stain my cheeks. I watch Edward through the window in the door, fighting for his life.