-TAYLORS POV-
I walk out of Ed's apartment to go get Meredith leaving him all alone.
I walk down the street with my headphones in, not noticing, my exes- yes, exes, sitting down in the grass. Two of them, Joe and Jake.
I eventually catch their eyes, both staring at me. I roll my eyes and keep walking very nervous that they'll beg for me.
But they don't, luckily.
I walk to my apartment. It takes seven minutes to get there, and seven minutes back.
For some reason I start getting some anxiety and anxious. I feel like I need Ed with me. I cross the crosswalk. I stare forward. Then what happens, I know what the anxiety was about. Not about Ed, but about me.
Things spin and happen so fast, I actually don't know what's happening. I go into some sort of shock, again. I hit my head and hip extremely hard, hard enough to break them, again. I lay on the road, again.
I got hit by another car, again.
But this time, it was a truck. And this time, I lay there, unconscious in a pile of my blood, expanding every second.
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I struggle trying to open my crusted-shut eyelids. I blink a few times then look around. "You're awake." I look, Ed is sitting on the edge of the bed, as pale/white as your teeth after going to the dentist.
I nod and smile. "What happened -" I cut myself off. I know exactly what happened.
I close my eyes and tears fall out. "You're ok, baby." Ed whispers. I sit up and hug him extremely tight and bawl my eyes out. That goes on for about... Ten minutes? I eventually pull away and look at him. "Why am I not in pain? I got hit by a semi." I whisper and straighten my neck. "Tay hold still, take it easy. You're on medication. You broke your back, three ribs, and your neck..." His lip quivers and her breaks down. He slides off the bed onto the floor, limp. "But you're ok." I hear him whisper. "And you are too." I whisper back, crying. "Wow Ed. Two car accidents." I smile weakly and he stands up and crashes his lips against mine. I pull him close and kiss him back.
"Ed how long was I out?" I whisper and drink some of his water.
"Nine weeks." He sniffs. "The doctors were going to give up on you, they assumed that you weren't going to come out of coma. But I told them, 'no. She's Taylor Swift. She can overcome anything, I know.' " he smiles. "I was right." He brags and plays with my hair and I lay my head in his lap.
"Aren't you always?" I whisper into his pajama pants. He giggles. "The doctors have been coming in every hour to see if you're alright. Now that you're awake, they'll take you away from me and fix you up." He whispers. "But I'm already fixed, I feel fine." I complain. "Well you're fixed physically, just not mentally. They need to reassure on some things and drug you up to keep you from pain."
I bite his pajama pants and lay there. He doesn't notice until my spit touches his skin through the thin fabric. He twitches, that's all. He doesn't mind. That's one of the many reasons I love him, he let's me do what I want even if he hates it. He suffers for me.
"They should be in about , now." He sighs and kisses my neck softly. They come in and he stops kissing me and looks at them. "She's still out." Ed blurts out. "She is? Let us check." The nurse says.
Ed sits up and I roll over, pretending to be out. She looks at me then walks out. What an idiot. Once she's out of sight Ed sits next to me and we make out.
