foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

"How is she?"

After I finished asking, I looked at Carlisle.

Carlisle frowned, gave me a relieved smile, and replied: "It was delivered in time, but the butterfly marks on the hands and chest are all self-abuse wounds, both deep and shallow, with serious blood loss. But at least the heart wasn't in danger."

I looked through the glass at Angela, who had already put on her hospital gown, and closed her eyes obediently in the ward, and I basically understood.I remember she said that the more you remember, the slower the wound will heal.

So... I bit my lip and looked back at Edward who was leaning aside silently.After receiving his call, he briefly told me about Angela's condition, and he dragged me directly to the hospital. Carlisle looked at him and then at me, turning sideways as if he was thinking about something.

"Listen, Carlisle, I think I know what's going on." I whispered, the images in my dream hadn't dissipated, I closed my eyes and tried to calm down.

On the corridor of the hospital, almost no one came and went in the middle of the night. Carlisle took me to the roof of the hospital, and the coolness of the night really calmed me down.With a heavy weight on my body, Edward's coat was draped over me, and he was only wearing a thin simple cashmere sweater.

I said to him, "Thank you."

As if he hadn't heard of it, he took a few steps and leaned against the railing not far from me, looking at the road downstairs where few cars passed by.

I lowered my eyes to sort out all the clues, and exhaled white water vapor just as I spoke.

"Angela has many wounds?"

"Yes, there are so many scars, it's impossible to get them out in a short while, not to mention the faster blood loss, it's just... It's like many people cut her open quickly." Carlisle finished describing, and continued: "Her family members said that they heard her screaming suddenly, rushed into her room and saw her lying on the ground with blood all over the floor, but they haven't found where the knife utensils are hidden."

I said with difficulty: "Because, this is what she has accumulated for a long time."

Carlisle raised his left eyebrow, looking as if he was very new to this statement.

"Although I don't know why, both she and I really exist in this world, but do you believe it? The time between her and me is staggered. She came to this world earlier than me, but she is different from me in many ways She must be more psychologically broken than me."

I clutched Edward's coat tightly, feeling inexplicably unhappy.

"So, I have the same place as her. If I guess right, then after the memory is restored, those original wounds will reappear no matter how quickly they recovered." I stretched out my hand to catch a piece of night The white elf who fell from the sky smiled wryly and said, "On the one hand, I have the ability to think that I am lucky while being forced to remember. This is actually a punishment."

"How many injuries have you suffered?" Edward came to me in a flash, with a familiar breath under the tip of his nose, and he felt a great sense of security in his heart.

"Not many." I calculated in my mind, compared to Angela, my wounds are so rare, the only two serious injuries were the first time being stabbed by Angela, and the second time being bitten on the neck by Victoria.

Well, it doesn't matter if it doesn't hurt, it's amazing if it hurts.

I sighed that this life is so fucking exciting, Edward stared at my neck and made my heart tremble, so I said again: "Edward, are you going to be a beast?"

"Pfft..." The gentle and gentle Carlisle couldn't help laughing out loud, Edward's face darkened again and again.

"You look so good when you're angry." I blinked, dog-legged, and took the initiative to get into his arms.

Snowflakes were mixed with snow grains, and they hit the roof with a crisp sound. Edward sighed and said nothing. He wrapped me tightly with his coat carefully, followed by a slightly tight hug.

His icy cooling also makes me just want to get close to him in the cold, I will feel at ease, and I can't help but want to act like a baby.

Looking back on the past, in fact, I have always been a very strong person. Even before I was killed, I only cried when I was finally buried in the wall and regretted that I hadn’t lived enough. Only then did I realize that there are still many things I want to do that I haven’t paid for. action.

The psychological sense of belonging at this moment allowed me to regain the correct direction that was trapped in my emotions.

When the snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and I was well protected in his arms, I felt a thump in my heart.Huh... Uncle Mike, I seem to really love him, just like you guys.