When Isabella Swan was rushed into the emergency room, covered in blood, Edward Cullen arrived at the hospital not long after. His sleek black car came to a halt at the hospitals entrance, and he emerged, clad in a sharp azure suit, his expression grave as he strode inside.
Four bodyguards followed closely, carrying baskets of flowers and fresh fruit. With practiced ease, Edward entered a private elevator and unhesitatingly pressed the button for the top floor, the thirty-third floor.
"Mr. Cullen, weve called the best doctors. They assure us they will do everything they can to treat her," one of the bodyguards said, bowing respectfully.
Edward merely nodded, his lips tight.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft "ding," and he stepped out, hastening towards the room at the end of the corridor...
Isabella awoke once more, her body aching as if it had been dismantled, the pungent smell of antiseptic invading her nostrils, mingling with the faint scent of lilies.
She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, and a sea of white greeted her. Sunlight poured in from a nearby window, casting dancing specks of dust in the beams, as if celebrating her narrow escape from death.
A nearly transparent tube dangled from above, the liquid inside flowing down, merging with her bloodstream.
The room was empty save for a bouquet of lilies on the bedside table, their fragrance faint but unable to disperse the sense of loss that enveloped her.
The person who visited her in her dreams was nowhere to be found upon waking.
"Edward Cullen..." she whispered his name in her heart, but when she tried to speak, her voice was gone.
The persistent pain in her abdomen gnawed at her senses, tugging at every nerve until it felt like they would explode.
Lying helplessly in the hospital bed, waiting for her strength to return, her mind kept conjuring images of him—angry, furious, indifferent, but never smiling, especially not for her.
Only because his smiles were reserved for another.
The sound of a key unlocking the door broke her reverie, and the door was kicked open with force, revealing a slender, tall figure striding towards her.
She stared at the newcomer, her surprise evident.
Edward Cullen pushed open the door to the hospital room, which was bathed in warmth.
The pink walls made the person on the bed appear even paler, yet also ethereal...
A circle of renowned doctors surrounded the bedside, and upon seeing Edward Cullen, they respectfully made way for him.
The face of the person on the bed gradually came into view, her eyes tightly shut, her lips colorless.
He walked slowly to the bedside, his eyes gently resting on her, and spoke in a cold tone, "How is she?"
"Mr. Cullen, were really sorry, but were at a loss. Awakening a person in a vegetative state is beyond current medical capabilities..."
"Get out!" Edward Cullen bellowed before the doctors could finish, banishing them from the room.
The room fell silent once more. He gazed at the woman on the bed, his voice softening as he pleaded, "Jane, please wake up. I beg of you..."
But the woman on the bed remained still, lost in a deep slumber.
He tenderly took her hand and placed it on his chest, as if only this could provide him with a modicum of comfort.
The woman he had loved for five years had been in a coma for a year, and he, in his lucidity, was forced to marry the woman who had harmed his beloved!
"Jane, I wont give up. I will find a way to wake you, and I will make Isabella Swan pay the price she deserves!"