I stared unseeingly at the wall across from my bed. It was a dull off-white color, sterile, just like everything else surrounding me. I could hear the mutterings of other patients in the hallways, the mumbled sound of the TV in the main room, and the squeak of the breakfast cart that was slowly making the rounds.
I rubbed my face, trying to get the dream out of my head. Smirking, I sighed deeply. Edward had to be inside the hospital somewhere, because my nightmares weren’t as extreme as I was expecting. In fact, only the first night in observation had been the worst, which made me assume Edward had returned, if only to give me calm.
Something about that, something about knowing that, gave me peace. Edward had explained to me once that I could have faith in our love, in the fact that we were mated, but it was more than just knowing he’d never cheat, that he’d always love me. It was the comfort of being able to sense when he was near, of feeling completely and utterly protected.
That last thought caused me to shudder, simply because I knew that had he been near when Phil and Alec had drugged me, there would’ve been nothing left of them. He would’ve annihilated them. And as much as I understood it, it would’ve been bad.