Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Stitches

I yawned while walking down the stairs into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock on the wall. 6pm already. Ed and I wanted to take just a quick nap after we got home from an interview, but the clock told me that we've been asleep for almost three hours. When I woke up, Ed was still fast asleep. I decided to let him sleep  because I knew how much he needed a few hours of extra sleep.

But now, I didn't have anything to do, so I decided to clean the kitchen a bit that was still a mess fron last night. I started emptying the dishwasher because there were hardly and plates, glasses or mugs left in the cupboard. But while putting back some glasses, one of them slipped from my hand and fell on the floor, where it shattered into million pieces.

I cursed and before I could stop myself, I somehow managed to step on a big shard and slice my foot open. I inhaled sharply and hopped around on my good foot. I bled all over the kitchen floor but I couldn't care less. It hurt like hell. I grabbed a dish towel, before collapsing on the floor. I wrapped it around my foot to staunch the flow from my wound.

"Alice? I heard shattering, is everything alright?" I could hear Ed's voice somewhere from behind me and I wanted to punch myself for waking him up. I turned around to face him and smiled weakly. He surveyed the mess in the kitchen before his eyes fell on the blood stained towel around my foot.

"Shit, Alice! What happened?" He quickly sat down in front of me and gently took my foot in his lap. "What did you do?"

"I was being clumsy again, I guess. Sorry for waking you up," I apologized.

"You don't have to be sorry, stupid," he said, moving the towel a bit. He inspected the gash in my foot and frowned. "There's a piece of glass deep in there. I think you need stitches. We need to go to the hospital."

"What? No! I don't want to go!" I protested, voice filled with panic. I hated hospitals. And needles. His face softened and he placed a hand on my cheek. "I know, Love. But we have to go. I don't want you to be in pain," he tried to soothe me. He got up, reached down and scooped me up in his arms. I held on tightly to him and tried to blink back my tears.

"But I really don't want to go, Ed," I whimpered.

"They'll help you, Alice. You'll be okay," he said, while carrying me to the car. He settled me in the passenger seat and ran back in the house to get the keys. He started the car and I looked over at him. I sniffled and wiped the tears out of my eyes.

He looked so upset, almost guilty, when he reached over to squeezed my hand in a comforting way.

After a short ride he pulled into the hospital parking lot and cut the engine, before turning to face me.

"You know, we can just go home. My foot will be fine. It doesn't even hurt anymore," I tried to convince him. He looked down at the heavily stained towel around my foot, then back into my eyes.

"I know you're scared, but we really need to go in there. That's a really deep cut. The glass has to be removed and you need stitches, Love."

"But I don't want stitches! I hate needles!" I cried out.
With a guilty look on his face, he climbed out of the car and walked around to my side. He reached in to pick me up again. I sighed heavily and buried my face in his chest.

At the hospital, I found myself in an examination room rather quickly, waiting for the doctor. They had replaced my stained towel with a temporary bandage. Ed's arm was wrapped around my shoulder and he held me tightly. Soon after, a doctor walked in. He greeted me with a warm smile on his face. I explained what happened and he quickly examined my foot.

"We're going to numb you to get that glass out and then stitch you up. Don't worry dear, we'll have you fixed in no time." The doctor excused himself to get what he needed to treat me. I leaned against Ed and sighed.

"I'm scared."

"But you don't need to be, Honey." He held me tightly against his chest. "Just squeeze my hand and look at me. Breathe deep. I've got you," he comforted me.

The doctor walked back into the room, followed by a young nurse. "Okay, we're going to numb you know. You might feel a little burning but it won't hurt much, alright?" the doctor asked. I nodded and grabbed Ed's hand. They checked out my foot for any feeling, after numbing it. Then they began their treatment. I hissed under my breath and digged my nails into Ed's skin. But he didn't complain at all. He just held me and rubbed my back.

"It's okay, you're doing great, Love. Try to relax and breathe." Ed kept me distracted the whole time and after a little while they were finally finsihed.

"It's all done," the doctor announced with a smile, while wrapping a new bandage around my foot. He told me how to take care of the wound and after that, I was finally allowed to go. We thanked them and Ed scooped me up in his arms.

While carrying me back to the car, he kissed my cheek softly. "Now , that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"It hurt," I mumbled and looked up at him.

"I know. But it'll feel better now."

On our way home, I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes. I was really tired. I didn't even notice how Ed tucked me under the sheets, once we got back home.

"Alice?" he asked softly.

"Hmm?"

"Do you want dinner when you wake up?"

I nodded and smiled. He leaned down to kiss me and stroke my cheek. "Alright. Rest a bit, Darling. I'll make us dinner."