SAUDADE

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A/N : So, here it is!
The final and my favourite part of the unexpected story 'saudade'. It's pretty long so please cope up with me, haha. Before you read any further, remember my words,
the end is just another beginning.

-Songs I listened to while writing this, you can listen while reading if you want :)
Two of us - Louis Tomlinson.
Paralyzed-NF.

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I rushed to the hospital and asked the nurse about his whereabouts to which she responded that he was undergoing surgery in the I.C.U.

I sat outside the I.C.U. biting my nails as my legs shook out of anxiety. A doctor came out, presumably tensed which didn't help my fear even a tad bit.

"Doctor, How is he? How did the surgery go? Can I meet him?" So many questions that buzzed in my mind came seeping out of my mouth all at once.

The doctor gave me a sympathetic look.
"That accident, as the police say, was a terrible one. The patient was thrown out of the car due to the strong jerk and he hit the broken railings which pierced his chest, harming his heart. We are trying our best but I'm quite afraid, he won't survive. All we can do is hope and try."

Before his words could sink in and make sense, a nurse came saying something to him, that I couldn't make out and they walked away in a haste.

I closed my eyes, clutching onto my necklace and whispered the vow again-
"Till death do us apart. Te amo, Mi Corazón."

: Months Later :

Edward.

It had been a week since I opened my eyes and it took me two days to recall who I was, where I was and what had happened.

As if the physical pain wasn't enough, recalling the past invoked another weird ache in my chest of sheer guilt and agony.

The beeping of the machines around me made me uneasy at times, the needle on the back of my hand felt foreign and the voice of the nurses annoyed me. I had a solid reason for such anguish and irritation, that is, they weren't answering me.

No matter how many times I asked them
"How long have I been here? What exactly happened? When will I be discharged? Didn't any woman come to see me?" they just said that they would tell me eventually.

I had patience but not in this case, certainly not when I was dying to see her.

Did she not know about this?
Didn't they tell her?
Why hadn't she reached out to me?

Even when my sister visited, she never mentioned Bella and if I asked her she merely left or repeated the words of the doctor.

Even when I closed my eyes, I saw her. She had occupied my mind so much that all my dreams and nightmares were about her.

I needed her, I wanted to apologise for hurting her and leaving her distraught. The hospital, the room, the bed I laid in-that wasn't home.

Days passed by and nothing changed, except for the fact that I was able to walk and had gotten way better physically.

Finally, the day had come.
I was getting discharged.