PRM ch27
A/n: Here we go again...I hope you enjoy this look into the minds of Bella/Edward...
Enjoy...
EPOV
I lay here in this bed and stared at Bella for who knows how long before a nurse came in to check my vitals and reset my IV. She smiled at me as she went about her duties and I had to wonder if it was out of pity for my situation or if it was genuine for the triumph over my surviving my injuries.
My head was all fucked up. I'm sure it's partially from the drugs and surgery while the remainder was from the state of my life with Tanya.
She was going to fucking kill me, or worse kill a member of my family. She was vile and manipulative enough to go straight to the media with the evidence that she had in that safety deposit box. Just to think about it's contents made me nauseous.
A part of my brain yelled at me to run away from here, to spare my family the horror of what is to come once it all came to light. But, the other side told me to stay put, work it out, let happen what may. If I stay put then I could give in to the warmth and love that my family and even Bella have to offer me.
Bella.
I can't believe she stayed with me. I've never met anyone like her. I'm completely conflicted on how I feel about her or rather how I should feel about her. Is she my friend? Or is she just a co-worker who saw someone in need and used her work experience to resolve another domestic violence case?
She has never shown me anything but kindness and compassion. Yet, I feel this deeper connection between us. Which, to be honest, absolutely terrifies me. I've only felt like this for one woman before and look where that got me.
Bella stirs and rolls over as I hear her talk in her sleep, 'Edward, don't leave.'
Why would I leave?
Does she dream about me?
As I lay here and ponder on that thought I felt the tears well up in my eyes from the utter relief that I felt in this moment.
I'm safe.
I'm not dead.
Tanya can't reach me.
I spend a few moments to wonder what she was doing or where she was at. Not because I cared about her well being but because I feared what she was up to or what she had done with the evidence she had against me.
I felt the medications take over me and since I was unable to form a coherent thought, I closed my eyes and let the darkness take over.
BPOV
I woke up and stretched, my back was sore from the cot because it isn't made for long term sleep use. But, it's been my make shift bed for the past week. I promised Edward that I wouldn't leave him and I haven't.
Edward.
Where is my head? There have been moments when I felt this extreme pull and connection to him. I usually had this disconnection with my clients but he isn't a client, is he? He's a co-worker, sure, but he seems more than that.
I felt a bit of chemistry between us, but with all that he had gone through, he was in no shape to develop anything new with me or anyone else. Hell, he still isn't officially broken up with or even over Tanya yet. He was going to need some intensive therapy and time to figure out who he is before I could even be a factor in his life.
In the meantime, I can't leave his side. As long as he allows me to be a part of his life, I'll be here.
I could see myself with someone like him. He was kind, caring and genuinely loves his family. Before all of this happened to him, they were very close and I know they all craved that closeness again. It's what I had wanted for my own family, growing up.
I could only hope that in the end of this ordeal that Edward could be safe from Tanya, that she would wind up behind bars and that the evidence she had on him was destroyed.
And, more selfishly...that I was still in his life.
A/n: Now that you've had a little insight into their minds, please keep in mind that this is a slow burn...there are no quick fixes in this situation. Edward has been through hell and he won't recover emotionally and mentally as quickly as he might, physically.
I'm already working on ch28 and ch29 so it shouldn't be to long between updates.
Tootles, Kyla