Taste That Your Lips Allow ~ Ed Sheeran Fanfic

Chapter 17: White Lips Pale Face

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AN 

Im really sorry i haven't had a chance to update for a while but I'm back now and ready to continue with the story. Thank you to everyone who has got me to over 2000 reads. I remember when i update like my 3rd chapter and had a grand total of something like 20, so it honestly means the world to me. Please follow me, message me add me on twitter @coldcoffeeuk.  

Lots of love, 

Emily 

xxx 

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Annie's POV

Bright white lights. A distant beeping noise and muffled voices. I tried opening my eyes but i couldn't it was if i had no control over them, in fact as i tried to move my fingers i found that they oulldnt move either. I felt as if my brain was a corridor and at which ever way i turned the dors were being slammed in my face. I was panickng now, what was going on? I heard the beeping noise increase and then a sharp pain in my arm and then it was if someone was drawing a curtain in my mind: with every second that passed the light began to fade and the darkness took over.

Eds POV

"Good morning Mr Sheeran" the receptionist said. I didn't even need to sign in anymore, that's how many times I had visited. I climbed the stairs 3 at a time, my heart rate increasing hoping that today was the day. The day that she would be better. The day that I would be able to see her smile, hear her laugh, see her beautiful hazel eyes open again.

I rounded the corner and stuck my head round the door. The doctor held up his hand and pointed to the clock. It was 9:55, visiting hours were from 10-12 and then 2-4. I couldn't believe the doctor was being so picky. I sighed as I sat down in the plastic waiting chairs. I took my guitar out of my bag and fiddled around tuning it waiting for 10 o'clock to finally arrive.

The 5 minutes ticked by excruciatingly slowly. The moment that the second hand ticked over I was up and standing by the door again. The doctor laughed slightly as he left the room. They had had to move Annie into a private room after a few patients complained about my guitar playing.

I walked through the door and closed it behind me. I went through my usual routine: replaced the water in the flowers, put up her new cards, drew the curtains, opened the window. I gazed out of the window the grey exterior reflected my grey interior perfectly. It was as if the colours had vanished the moment the... Incident happened. I took a few deep breaths, building up the courage to see her, and slowly turned around. She lay very still in exactly the same position in her bed as she had been the last 3 weeks. I couldn't help the sense of disappointment crash over me, but tried to banish it from my mind. She was so pale, the colour of the sheets almost blending into her. The series of tubes still in her arm and a tight bandage wrapped round her head.

I perched on the edge of the bed and stroked her hand, the cold of her skin was no longer a surprise to me. I checked to make sure no doctors were near before kissing her cheek and wiping the tear from my cheek.

I then sat back in the arm chair, knowing that if the doctors caught me sitting to close again they would ban me from the hospital. I sat for the 2 hours in my chair singing her songs until my throat burnt raw

"And hey, I lay in this world for a while 

When all is lost just smile" the familiar doctor stuck her head around the door telling me that visiting times were over. I slowly lay down my guitar, turned and said "I'll be back soon my love" before walking down the stairs to the lobby. I sat back in the arm chair and stared at the clock waiting for it to tick round to 2 so I could return back upstairs.