If I Die By Sunrise

Possibility

Amy, Peter, and Jane sat in the waiting room of one of Reno's finest hospitals, trying to keep strong despite their hearts in knots and the very recent wrench in their works.

After Amy's plan to call the police and Peter's latest inventions failed on them, the latter failing more on a spontaneously combustible level that defied the laws of physics, they decided to focus most of their energy on Ed's recovery. He genuinely seemed to be getting better; his scars were slowly healing and his breathing was evening out despite him still being comatose.

Peter had strongly advised that they keep watch on him for obvious reasons. Amy had demanded they take him to the hospital and Peter had almost conceded until the stubborn man realized that they didn't have a proper explanation for the awful state Ed was in nor did they want to risk leaving The Sanctuary. So they left Ed and hoped and prayed he'd wake up eventually.

The morning leading up to them taking Ed to the hospital had been as uneventful as usual. It had been Jane's turn to watch Ed while Peter worked on his weapons and studied his books and Amy locked herself in her room trying to pretend that everything was normal.

When it happened, Jane couldn't react quickly enough. Ed had been motionless, eyes closed and still as a corpse until out of nowhere he started convulsing terribly, his arms and legs thrashing as if he were trying to fight against imaginary bonds. She didn't have enough time to scream or cry for help because almost as soon as it started, it stopped and all was quiet.

She had been shocked, but her unwillingness to lose him triggered her to alert Peter and Amy and without hesitation, they were off to the hospital.

Now they sat in the waiting room of Mercy Cares, worried out of their minds but determined not to let each other see. They had to be strong and hopeful and prepared for the worst, even if deep down they were none of those. They were merely shadows of their former selves, haunted hollow shells of what used to be. In fact the only one with any life left in him was Peter and to Amy and Jane, that in itself was admirable even though it wasn't much.

As the minutes dragged on, feeling like hours. Amy felt as if she would lose it. The only word they got was from a nurse saying that they'd "run some tests", no one assured them that Ed would be fine or told them that there was nothing to worry about like they did on t.v. It was maddening and Amy felt like punching something but she knew better; they were already getting enough strange looks from the staff and other visitors since they brought Ed in all cut up and unconscious, causing a scene wouldn't help in the slightest. So she relaxed in her seat next to Jane as Peter complained about the depressing atmosphere of the hospital and how hard it was to find any good coffee in the entire establishment.

The next thing she realized was Jane gently nudging her awake and all three of them being led to Ed's room. She almost didn't want to go; she didn't want it to be their last goodbye, it would hurt too much. But she needed to see him, even if was for one last time.

She was greeted by possibly one of the best surprises of her life, the memory of the time her father had been promoted from work and to celebrate had bought her a puppy resurfaced, and the deep longing to go back to that time when everything was simple punctured her heart briefly, yet nothing could dampen this moment.

She ran to him intending to hug him but knowing better; startling or hurting him even by accident wouldn't be an excellent beginning for his recovery. So she settled with holding his hand and thanking whatever God that was watching over them for the much needed miracle.

Ed looked at her and at the matching relieved faces of Jane and Peter but his face held nothing but confusion and possibly a little fear.

"Are you feeling better Ed?" Amy smiled, staring down at him with eyes filled with unshed tears.