Taste That Your Lips Allow ~ Ed Sheeran Fanfic

Chapter 24: Back to reality

AN

OK just to make things clear this is CHAPTER 24. If you have thought, as some have, that each one is like a mini fan fic then please click on the links at the bottom of each CHAPTER to read the next or previous one. Any ways I have finally finished school for the summer holidays, for those reading in America I know how late do we break up right. This should mean that I will be updating more regularly. NEARLY 4000 reads J Follow me on twitter @coldcoffeeuk and please leave comments and vote etc etc. Love you all!

Lots of love,

Emily

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PS Sorry if that sounded moody it wasn’t meant to be just lots of people have been messaging me like “Your fanfic doesn’t make sense” and I’m like “Yeah that’s because you started reading it in the middle and not carrying on”

 

Ed's POV

(Present day well the 15th July)

I sat in the little waiting room of the hospital waiting for the analogue clock to tick round to 2 o’clock where I would be allowed back in to see Annie. I had the visitor log on my lap and flicked through counting the number of times my name was written in the book: 414 times. Annie had been put in hospital on the evening of the 15th of December and 7 months later on the 15th of July here I was. That’s 212 days and with 2 logins per day that made 414 times my name was written here.

Sometimes in these few hours between visiting times I would head back home or to the record company or to the studio to carry on working on my music. Honestly though there was no real point in me leaving the hospital. As hard as I tried I could never focus on the lyrics or chords. However occasionally, usually after another nightmare about Annie, I would have an idea for a song and write it down. But when I re looked over it in the morning it wouldn’t make any sense, rhyming things like “coma” with “diploma” it wasn’t going too well.

So toady I decided to stay here. It also meant that I managed to escape another lecture from my manager about “focusing on my career or it’s all going to go to waste” or something like that. I rubbed my eyes and face trying to magically conjure some energy to get me through the next few hours. In the clocks reflection I could see the dark circles beneath my eyes and a kind of shabbiness about my appearance: my beard a little longer, my hair messy without the need of my VO5 wax and I’m pretty sure I had worn this entire outfit three days in a row but to be honest I couldn’t even remember that.

I sat back in the chair and let my eyes drift closed. Just for a little while as the alarm I had set on my phone, for circumstances like this, went of signalling to me that it was 2 o’clock and I could go back upstairs. I resigned the book and walked slowly up the stairs, gripping the banister tightly to support my weight.

In a dazed state I walked into Annie’s room but stopped dead in my tracks. She was there. I mean she was really there this time. Sitting upright in her bed, gazing out of the window. “Annie” I said the word sounding like more of a question.

Annie’s POV

 

“Annie” I heard someone say, I turned in my bed, wondering if they were addressing me. “Ed” I heard myself say. Then I clasped both hands over my mouth. I watched as the man seemed to jump for joy as I said, what I assume, was his name. But how did I know his name. It seemed as if some part of my brain formed the words without me even thinking about it. It was if my brain was a desert, but in the distance I could see a dam. And just then a tiny trickle of water had managed to escape the dam, giving me the knowledge to say his name. The most frustrating part was that I couldn’t break down the rest of the dam.

The man, well Ed, seemed to grow more confused as he stood there looking at me with my hands clutched over my mouth. He dithered on the spot for a bit before striding out of the room and returning in a few moments with a man dressed in white.

“Ah Annie” Said the man in white “My name is Dr Romero it’s nice to see you awake again after all this time.” Time. What did he mean? Then I remembered the flowers and how much they had grown and the weather too how much warmer it was. I could see the jigsaw pieces just not put them together. Dr Romero sat down on the chair next to my bed and begun to explain everything to me.

He said it would be normal for me to feel upset or angry or even confused. He explained that when I had fallen I had broken my back, a few ribs and my leg. But they were all healed now and, with physiotherapist, would be fine. Then he explained that when I had fallen I had also cracked my head open and lost a lot of blood. I had then fallen into a coma, of which I did awake from back in January but I had stopped breathing and hey had had to use a defibulater to try to get it beating again but although that had started my heart it also triggered me falling back into my coma. He then produced a newspaper and explained that it was the 15th of July, exactly 7 months after my accident. He explained that I would have to be put back a year in college. He then told me that by parents would be hear soon as well. He then told me that a slight memory loss is normal but this should clear in a few days; however some memories will be gone forever. Lastly he explained Ed. He stood up from the bed and placed his hands on Ed's shoulders “And this young man has been here every day that you have been here. Not a day has passed where I haven’t walked past this window and looked in to see him sitting here with you. You have someone very special here Annie, don’t let what happened to you break that apart.” He then left the room saying that before I could be discharged they would have to run some tests and that it would be likely for me to remain here the remainder of this week.

Silence elapsed in the room and Ed was respectful enough to just stand there and wait for me to be ready. “Why don’t you have a seat” I said, my voice sounding a little dry and before he sat down Ed went and poured me a glass of water, handed it to me, and sat down on an arm chair beside my bed. In my head I could imagine a sort of soppy chick flick of a girl laying here and a man beside her sitting in the chair, tears running down his face as the doctors tell him to “let her go” before they switch of the machines keeping her alive. I wondered if that’s what this was like.

I drank the water slowly, buying me some time to think of something to say. I set the glass down on my bedside table and noticed there was a small thin object there. I picked it up. “Is this yours?” I said. Ed took the object from my hand and our fingers brushed for a fraction of a second and felt little tingles running down my hand, did he feel it too? “Yes I’ve been looking for this, it my guitar pick.” He said his voice calm but had a way of captivating my attention. “Of course, you’re a musician, how are Nigel, Cyril, Felix & Lloyd?” I laughed as he laughed but stopped. My brow knit together. It had happened again, I had said something I knew, apparently an inside joke, but without knowing that I knew it. Ed seemed to realise it too.

“Do you remember anything else about me?” He said tentatively after a moment’s pause. He said it in a way that I knew that I didn’t have to answer if I didn’t want too. I concentrated hard and I could see things in my mind, colours and noises. Sometimes laughter, or talking or music. But nothing was clear. It was if I was standing on one side of frosted glass but the things I needed were on the other side. I shook my head in response to his question but then added “Not yet anyway” He smiled at me as I said it, and my heart fluttered a little in my chest. Which, rather embarrassingly, was reflected on the monitor which gave a little few beeps slightly closer together. Ed chuckled to himself.

It took a while but soon conversation flowed easily and Ed explained all the different things that I had missed whilst being “away” as he put it. I didn’t realise until later when I looked down but our hands where entwined together. His hand felt strong and protective over mine but most of all it felt right.