Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Wisdom Teeth 2

"Ed...Ed, I can't feel my lips," I slurred through my gauze filled mouth as Ed walked me to the car, one arm safely wrapped around my shoulder to steady me. I almost tripped anyways, still feeling woozy from from the anaesthetic injections, but he caught me before I could fall.

"Careful, Darling, we're almost there," he said as he opened the passenger door and helped me to get inside.

"Ed, I can't feel my lips," I repeated, whiningly as tears started to form in my eyes.

"Shhh, baby, don't cry. Your lips are just numb from the anaesthesia. They will go back to normal soon," he tried to sooth me as he helped me with my seatbelt. Once he made sure I was all settled, he shut the door and walked around the car to the driver's side. I carefully leaned my head against the seat and closed my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks.

I've just got my wisdom teeth taken out and I felt absolutely dreadful and exhausted. Before the surgery my dentist and I had agreed to pull them out under local anaesthesia which turned out to be a big mistake. Even though I couldn't almost feel any pain during the procedure, execpt for some pressure, I could still hear all the sounds of the dentist breaking open my teeth and pulling them out of my gums. The whole thing was stressing me out so much that I had started crying immediately after they were done with the removal. After bringing me to the recovery room it had taken Ed twenty minutes to calm me down before we could leave the clinic. All I wanted now was to go home and rest.

"Hey, don't cry, Angel. It's all over now. You were really brave," Ed said softly and put one hand on my thigh, using his thumb to gently rub back and forth.

"It hurts, Ed," I sobbed and lifted my hand to touch my cheeks.

"I know it hurts but I promise it will get better as soon as you take your medicine," he told me and reached out for my hand to interlock our fingers and lightly squeeze my hand. The comforting warmth of his skin was only helping a bit to distract me from the pain in my mouth.

On our way home we stopped twice to pick up my medicine from the local pharmacy and lots of soup and ice cream, since I was only allowed to eat soft food for a week. When we eventually reached our house, Ed helped me out of the car and guided me into the kitchen with his arm wrapped around my waist to keep me from falling. I felt dizzy and was struggling to keep my eyes open as he sat me down on a chair. He wasted no time fishing the box of pills I had to take out of the bag and grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen counter.

"Here you go," he said as he kneeled down in front of me and handed me two small pills from the box together with the bottle of water. It was hard to swallow them since I could barely open my mouth and my bottom lip still felt numb and tingly.

"It should get better any minute now," Ed told me and took the bottle from me to place it back on the counter.

I sniffled a bit in response and wiped a few tears from my eyes.

He squeezed my shoulder and gave me a slight smile."That's right, no more tears. Do you want to get some rest now?"

I nodded and reached both of my arms out for him. He understood and let me wrap them around his neck before putting his strong, colourful arms under my knees and back to pick me up. He held me cradled against his chest as he carried me upstairs. He pushed the bedroom door open with one foot and walked over to our bed where he gently placed me down.

"Teddy, can you help me change into my pajamas?" I asked quietly.

"Of course, Honey," he smiled and picked them up from the floor next to the bed, where I'd carelessly left them earlier this morning.

After getting rid of my clothes and putting on my pajamas instead, I let myself sink back into the soft pillows
and closed my tired eyes.

I could feel the movement of the mattress as Ed sat down next to me."Yeah, just close your eyes and sleep. It's the best medicine," he said softly and brushed a piece of hair from my face.

I searched for his hand and squeezed it tightly when I found it. "Please don't leave," I pleaded, already half-asleep.

"Don't worry, Alice. I'm gonna stay right here," he reassured me and lifted my hand up to his mouth. His soft lips on my skin where the last thing I felt before falling into a deep slumber.

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It turned out that Ed was wrong when he told me that sleep was the best medicine. When I woke up a few hours later the numbing shots and painkillers had begun to wear off and I felt a throbbing pain coming from my jaw. I whimpered and placed my hand on it, trying to rub away the pain, which obviously didn't work.

Ed had left the room while I was asleep and I groaned as I realized that I was still too groggy to get up on my own and get my painkillers from downstairs. I used my elbows and managed to sit up in bed to lean my back against the headboard. He had kept the door wide open, probably for him to hear if something was wrong and I needed him.

"Ed." His name came out in a pathetic whimper and my eyes began to water for what felt like the hundredth time today. I was such a wimp. "Ed!" I called again, raising my voice to make sure he heard me this time.
It wasn't long until the sound of his footsteps on the stairs were telling me he did.

He showed up in the doorway, wearing a cute little smile on his lips. He entered the room, carrying a bag of ice in one hand and the familiar box of painkillers together with another bottle of water in the other. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, how are you feel-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence as he saw the tears that were pouring from my eyes. The pain was excruciating and I just wanted it all to go numb again.

"Teddy, it hurts so much," I cried and dropped my head in my hands. "Please make it go away."

He hurried to my side and sat down next to me, placing the bag of ice on my nightstand. "Baby, please don't cry. I've got your medicine right here," he tried to comfort me as he popped two pills from the case. He opened the bottle for me and lifted it to my lips, encouraging me to take a few sips "It's all good, Alice. Here, hold this against your cheek. It will also help to reduce the pain." I gladly took the bag of ice from his hands and put it up to my face, sighning in relief as the ice made contact with my throbbing cheek.

"Do you need anything else? More water or maybe something to eat?" he asked concerned, gently rubbing my arm.

I shook my head no, already feeling sleepy again.

"What about the gauze pads? I think those need to be changed."

"No!" I protested and quickly covered my mouth. "It will hurt."

"But it's necessary to change them. And I promise after that you won't feel any pain anymore," he tried to persuade me.

Hesitantly, I reached in my mouth to pull out one of the bloody gauze pads. I whimpered a bit as I reached in again to pull out the other one. I placed them both down on my nightstand and cringed a bit.

"Good girl," Ed smiled. "I don't even think you need to put in new pads."

Happy to hear this, I curled up under the covers again and looked up to meet his eyes. "Hold me, Teddy?" I asked quietly and shifted a bit to make room for him.

"I think that can be arranged," he chuckled and lifted the covers a bit to join me in bed. He wrapped his arms around my body and gently pulled me closer to him. I let my head rest on his chest, his steady heartbeat filling my ears. I struggled a bit to keep the ice pack against my cheek but Ed, being the sweetheart he was, helped me out by taking the pack from my hand and holding it for me.

"Thank you, Teddy. I would be so lost without you," I said softly and managed to smile for the first time since I've gotten out of surgery.

"Don't thank me, baby. I know you would do the same for me." He pressed his lips to my forehead as I closed my eyes, feeling drowsy from the painkillers.

"Yeah, just go back to sleep, Darling. Everything will be fine."

Hey guys! ♥ I'm still recovering from my wisdom teeth surgery and let me tell you: The last two days were HELL. But I'm slowly getting better now and I've also lost some weight 😂I can't wait to get back to normal eating, though, I'm getting a bit tired of soup.