Ed and Rosie (An Ed Sheeran Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13: Wake Me Up (FINAL CHAPTER)

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">My phone erupted as it violently rung and vibrated on the couch, waking me up. I picked it up and clicked the green button, not bothering to look at the number in my dozy state. "Hello, is this Rosie Wilson?" A stranger's voice. It was female, and sounded quite friendly. I frowned in confusion, trying to put my finger on who it might be. "..Yes?" "You're listed as the emergency contact for Edward Sheeran?" She paused for a moment, hesitating before she spoke. "I- I'm afraid he's been in quite a serious car accent, someone has recently found him and brought him into our hospital. He's stable at the moment but we're not sure if he'll stay that way." My heart completely sank and my emotions simply froze as I distanced myself from reality as much as possible, trying my best to put off the horrible feelings that would inevitably kick in later. She said Ed was stable, so surely he'd be okay. He was strong, a fighter. I was sure he'd be able to somehow pull through. But I was dreading walking into the ward and seeing him.. Damaged, weak. I wrote down the details of the hospital on my hand before scribbling a note down for Ellie to find later. It was raining really hard, only giving me a sharp sadness as I slowly started to build up an image of what might have happened, though I tried not to think about it. Noticing how slippery the paths were, I ran as fast as I could down each seemingly endless road. When I finally got to my car, I was doing everything I could to stay concious, composed. I got in the seat, breathing heavily and trying to rest my pounding heart; the feelings hadn't fully sunk in yet but I was trying to put them off for as long as possible. I rested my forehead on the wheel, frowning and biting my lips, trying hard to dismiss the pain that was running through me. I pushed my foot down on the acceleration pedal as I prepared for the 5 minute journey that would take a lifetime. 

I approached the large, while building slowly, hoping I'd be able to cope with what I'd soon see. I talked to the nurse at reception, my voice low and quiet, suppressing my emotions as much as possible. She smiled at me sympathetically before leading the way. I hated hospitals. They made me feel so uncomfortable, so uneasy. The waiting room was always full of elderly people coughing and spluttering, each curtain-secured room contained a patient, waiting for something. Sometimes waiting for an operation. Sometimes waiting for a diagnosis. Sometimes merely waiting to die. We finally arrived at the white curtain, and I knew that behind it would be my Ed. I let out a big sigh, closing my eyes and pushing the curtain to the side, and there he was.

I approached his bed slowly, my eyebrows pushing together as I examined him. His body hung lifelessly on the uncomfortable hospital bed, his eyes shut and his usually vibrant hair now dull and falling over his overly pale face. Scars and bruises tainted his delicate skin, a collection of cuts scattering his face and arm in particular. That's when I couldn't hold it anymore. Everything in me sank and I fell onto my knees, my head burying into the side of the bed as I sobbed uncontrollably, the remains of my mascara messily smearing over the white covers. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" I screamed, my voice of course muffled by the thick hospital mattress. "I love you too," I heard a quiet, familiar-sounding croak whilst I felt a warm, familiar hand stroking my hair simultaneously. I looked up immediately, scrambling to my feet as I urgently planted several kisses on his bruised lips and wrapping my hands around his body as I buried myself into him. "Oh you're hurting me a bit, love," he chuckled nervously, wincing in pain. I swiftly apologised, adjusting myself so I was laid next to him on the ridiculously uncomfortable bed. "Are you okay?" I said nervously, afraid of the answer. "Yeah, I'll be alright. You might have to look after me once I get out of here though," he said quietly, flashing a quick wink. I giggled in response, a rush of relief running through me. He smiled for a bit before his face turned serious, swallowing nervously.

"Listen, Rosie." he started to stroke my hand, pausing before he continued, making sure to engage full eye contact. "This is gonna be kinda hard to say, for lots of reasons, partly because I'm in quite a lot of pain right now and I know that if this goes wrong, it won't really.. help." He chuckled nervously before letting out a big sigh as he searched for his words. "So yeah, I've been wanting to for a little bit but I think tonight's events pushed me forward a bit. I could have died, so easily. What if no-one had ever found me? You know, what if that truck had hit me at a different angle and crushed me in an instant? Everyone sort of says that in a near-death experience your life flashes before your eyes but that's not what happened, not for me anyway. All I could think about is you. All our memories together, good and bad. How much I wished you didn't have to go through all that shit with Daniel, how much I wished we hadn't both wasted that time before we were together. How much I missed you, how much I wanted to be back there in the warm house with you, cuddled together like cutlery on the sofa watching shitty movies and eating ice cream. And I just thought you know, all those memories and all those possibilities we had ahead of us could have just ended right there and then. And I don't want that. I want us to have a future. I mean like, I can't really move much right now so this might be how you always wanted it to be," he squeezed my hand as tight as he could, looking down as he bit his lip hard. "I know we haven't been together for long, but all I know is that I love you and I want to be able to spend every moment with you from when I wake up to when I go fall asleep. I want us to be able to cuddle up in our onesies all day while I cook you some of my awful food. You'll pretend it's delicious, though whilst I'm not looking you'll probably feed it to the cat who just finished making a mess of our beautiful home," I looked at him curiously. All these scenarios and daydreams he had, what was he getting at? He took another deep breath before looking me straight in the eyes. "I want to be able to call you my wife."</pre>