More than Life Itself (an Ed Sheeran Imagine)

The Overcoming

Yo. If you're legit emetophobic then seriously don't read a single second of this chapter. You've been warned.

Elizabeth slept soundly through the night. I assume that meant that the medicine hadn't hit her yet...that the chemo hadn't started working. But when morning came...let's just say neither of us ate much.
Right after I had finally fallen asleep, I was awoken with a groan. Then a frantic Liza whispered,
"Ed, baby, go downstairs."
"Huh?"
"Go downstairs and make breakfast."
"But I don't know-"
"Damnit Ed just go downstairs for a minute!" Liza shouted.
Ed held his hands up in surrender and slight confusion as he threw the covers off himself and walked down the stairs.
Suddenly Liza lurched over the side of the bed and vomited. She paused for a minute in shock before she vomited again.
"Hey Ed!" Liza shouted.
"Yeah?!" He responded.
"Babe...don't come up here okay?!"
"Uhhh..okay?"
Liza crawled out of bed and was about to get tools to clean up her mess when she felt another wave of nausea. She vomited again. And again. And one final time before laying on the hardwood floor, fatigued.
She tried to will herself to get up. She had to clean up the mess before Ed-
"Liza?" Ed whispered.
Oh shit. Liza thought.
Liza managed to pull herself up into a half standing position.
"Ed...Ed it's okay don't freak out." Liza rushed to say.
Ed was already beginning to hyperventilate.
Great. I cant even help him. Liza thought.
As Ed was amidst a panic attack, Liza ran to the bathroom and dry heaved for ten minuets. Her stomach was completely empty.
Liza got some disinfectant spray and paper towels from under the counter and proceeded to walk past a terrified Ed in order to clean up all the vomit. It was only eight in the morning and Liza was exhausted enough to sleep through the day. Liza climbed in bed. Her nausea was suddenly replaced with an intense headache.
"Hey Ed? You okay?" Liza asked.
Ed was crying in the corner of the room, his back facing her.
"Aww Teddy come here." Liza furrowed her brow and pouted.
She hated seeing him like this. She knew how much frustration his phobia caused him, especially when Liza needed him. Ed walked over to the bed and Liza ushered for him to sit with her. He hung his head in his hands and cried silently.
"I'm so sorry Love." He whispered. "I can't even be here for you when you need me because of this fucking phobia." He snarled the last two words through his teeth.
Liza scooted to him and wrapped her arms around Ed.
"You're doing the best you can baby it's okay." Liza reassured him.
Ed nodded.
"But," Liza began, "in the mean time...could you get me some water and crackers?" She smiled.
Ed laughed, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands.
"Yeah." He smiled. "Yeah I'll get you some water and crackers."
When Ed made it back upstairs with a tray of crackers and a glass of water, Liza was already sound asleep. Ed smiled and walked over to the nightstand. He gently placed the try on the table and bent over to place a soft kiss on Liza's forehead.

The rest of the day went by slowly. Ed sat and talked to Liza, watched some movies, and ate crackers all day. Liza was to exhausted and weak to get out of bed. It was nice to get to spend days like this with Liza, but Ed was starting to miss touring. He had put off all further tour dates on hold as he awaited the full recovery of his wife. But, no matter what, Ed would be there for Liza.

That night, Liza stirred in her sleep. She tried to will herself to sit up, but her body couldn't muster up enough energy to complete the action. All she was able to do was pull herself to her side, which, in turn, earned her a nice comfy spot on the hardwood floor. She groaned as her body hit the floor, but she was too weak to stand and climb back in bed. Instead she just lay on the floor, shaking...but she wasn't cold. She began to cough violently and Ed stirred. He rubbed his eyes with balled fists and groaned,
"You alright, Love?"
Liza was unable to answer amidst her coughing fit.
Ed sat up and looked over at the empty space next to him where Liza should be.
"Liza?" Ed asked concerned.
He leaned over the bed to find a shaking, coughing Liza on the floor.
"Oh my God! Liza!" Ed sling his legs around the side of the bed and slid on the floor to hold Liza.
Liza finally stopped coughing and mustered a sentence, "I'm okay really E-"
Liza, still in Ed's arms, suddenly lurched forward and vomited. She began to cry because of how weak and helpless she felt. The doctor was right...she was miserable.  As she was lost in her thoughts she realized...Ed hadn't moved. Liza wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at Ed's face. Ed was pale and he was staring straight ahead at the wall.
"Ed?" Liza whispered.
She didn't want him to have another panic attack. She new how terrifying it was for him and she hated seeing him like that. She could never bring herself to watch him while she comforted him.
Ed swallowed hard and worked on steadying his breathing, "I'm...I'm alright...Love." He whispered.
He began again, "I promised you I'd be there for you through this. And I'm keeping my promise." He said, lifting Liza up off the ground and back into the bed. Liza's jaw dropped in complete and utter shock. Ed didn't have a panic attack. He seemed nearly calm and he showed almost zero sign of anxiety. How?
Ed walked downstairs to get some cleaning tools and water. He walked back upstairs and handed the bottle to his wife and looked at the floor beside the bed. He sucked in a breath and paused. He slowly bent down and got on his hands and knees. He began to scrub at the floor with little hesitation. Liza watched in shock and awe. Ed had come from not even being able to be in the same room as Liza if she showed so much as a sign of a cold to cleaning up the thing that was the root of his phobia. Ed picked up all his supplies and walked downstairs to dispose of the dirty towels. When he came back up he looked himself over.
"Liza," he began smiling, "I'm completely fine."
Liza smiled wide, "Awww come here baby." She said proudly.
Ed practically jumped on the bed and hugged Liza tightly. They stayed holding each other for a minute before Ed broke away.
Liza asked, "How'd you do it? How'd you get over it?"
Ed smiled at his legs, which were crossed Indian style,
"I don't know...I guess it was just...I wanted to be everything you needed me to be. I wanted to make sure nothing was stopping me from helping you get through this...like I promised. And I realized I had to get past it." He smiled up at her.
"I love you so much Teddy." Liza said.
"I love you too." Ed replied, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Yoooo. I hope you liked this part. I kinda made it how I got over my own emetophobia (but without all the boring therapy parts) so yeah I really hope you liked it. Also just a heads up...I most likely won't be able to post at all next week because apparently the hotel I'll be staying at doesn't have good WiFi. But yeah be sure to comment and vote..all the good stuff. Love you all! Adios!