Multiply - Ed Sheeran

Even My Dad Does Sometimes Part 2

OK, I know there isn't a part two! I'm well aware! For my process and idea's, I had to make a part two. Plus this gif of her makes total sense!

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Emily woke up in the hospital bed. She wasn't shocked to find Ed laying right down next to her, in the bed lol the was. She kissed his temple and smile. Ed's eyes opened and he looked at her. He was still wearing his suit from the night before.

"Morning, beautiful." Emily blushed.

"Yeah, I'm sure I look gorgeous with a cast on my arm, one for each leg, a puffy black eye, and scars all over my body." Ed chuckled and kissed her lips.

"My love," Ed started. Emily rolled her eyes. "I think you are perfect no matter what. If you stay like this forever, I wouldn't care. Stuck in a hospital bed-"

"Than I wouldn't be able to give you a baby," Emily smirked. Ed smirked too.

"Whoever said that?" Ed asked. Emily giggled.

"I love you," Emily told Ed.

"I love you too." Ed kissed her nose.

The doctor walked in. "Pardon the interruption, but is it OK if we start testing?" Emily nodded.

"Last night we got in contact with some of your family. Just to know some things to make sure you remember." Emily nodded as he held out a clipboard and a pen, reading it.

"Emily, can you tell me who your closest friends are and what their full names are?"

"Carl Liam Arnold and Rosalie Alexandra Kennedy," Emily replied.

"How old were you when you got cancer?" Emily paused, trying to regain her memory.

"Um... C-Can you ask me that again?" Ed bit his lip.

"How old were you when you first got cancer?"

"Um... fourteen maybe." Emily got cancer when she was eleven, and got rid of it at twelve. Emily looked up at Ed. "Do I have cancer again?"

"No. Of course not." Ed shook his head. Then Ed thought. "Wait, did you think by memory that you did?"

"Well, yeah, I just thought that..." Emily looked down.

More questions were asked, and ten minutes after the doctor left, he walked back in. 

"We got the results back."

"And?" Ed asked, sitting upright. He was still wearing the suit he wore the night before. 

"It looks like there is a bit of loss." Emily took a deep breath out. "While you were still asleep, we took a few brain scans. It is affected, but it's not severe. You're very lucky to be alive." Emily looked down. 

"When can I start the therapy?" Emily asked.

"When would you like to?" The doctor asked.

"Can I start today?"

"Of course. We can get you in now if you'd like." The doctor offered. Emily nodded and she placed her hands on Ed's forearms as she sat herself up, her eyes squinting through the pain. A nurse brought in a wheelchair and Ed picked up Emily, placing her in it.

"Thanks, Teddy." Ed nodded and the nurse started to wheel her to the physical therapy level.

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Emily was trying to stretch her legs as Ed held one arm, the therapist holding the other arm. "Emily, can you take another step?" The therapist asked.