Edina's Pov

I was staring at the ceilings.

I had spent hours if not days staring at it while trying to block out the sounds of beeping machines and nurses busy footsteps outside my room.

As I moved the hospital bed groaned beneath me, I gripped the thin blanket with trembling bruised hands.

The lump in my throat threatened to choke me I swallowed forcefully. The memories had been too much for me.

I kept reflecting on my life.

Maxwell and Kourtney.

I wished I had a child , the child could have kept I and Maxwell together.

Maybe.

I had pictured what it would have been like to hold a child in my arms or feel life growing inside of me.

But I was simply hated by fate. Markus had moved on while I was left with nothing.

Even my house the penthouse I had inherited was gone.

Turned to ashes.

All I had left were the bruises on my heart and the clothes on my back after my entire world had caught fire.

I looked down at my hands which were bruised. I was cruelly reminded of the accident that had brought me here and I kept wondering who could have been too wicked to start the fire

To kill me

I had offended no one .

Hot unrelenting tears poured from my eyes.

I turned to look at the mirror on the bedside table and the hollow reflection of the woman I once was gazed back at me .

A dark patch under my eye stood out like a cruel badge of failure and my face was covered in bruises.

My hair hanging limp and my cracked lips stared back at me.

I was no longer beautiful.

My chest thumbed with the pain I was feeling.

I exhaled.

Why not end it all ?

I thought to myself. It was better than going through a series of troubles like I was cursed.

I shut my eyes allowing the darkness to briefly engulf me.

The thought of ending it all was made as soon as I opened my eyes.

I would put an end to things.

My thoughts were interrupted by a nurse who entered with a tray of prescription drugs ..

She was a young woman with a gentle smile and gentle eyes. She had *Lisa* on her name tag, her voice seemed to light up the room as she said .

"Good evening Mrs. Edina.

" Evening." I answered in a raspy voice.

She placed the tray on the small table she moved to the side of my bed.

Taking a tiny cup full of pills she said.

" I have your final round of medications for the night.These should help you sleep and ease the pain. "

I hardly paid attention as I nodded absently. My attention kept returning to the window where the city lights were hazy through the panes.

Lisa handed me a glass of water and the cup ." Here you go. " She said.

I took the pills but didn't bother to swallow them.

For a moment Lisa's eyes were fixed on me her brow furrowing.

" Are you alright Mrs. Edina? You seem a little—"

I forced a flimsy smile. "I'm all right. Just worn out."

She nodded slowly and seemed not to believe me.

"Well just hit the call button if you need anything, okay?."

"All right. " Lisa started to walk away but the door opened again before she could get to it.

The world seems to stop.

I was surprised to see a stranger standing in the doorway. Someone who had no business being here.

The cup shook in my hand and my breath caught. I muttered hardly able to form the words .

It was as if the air in the room had been sucked out as his gaze met mine.

" Amelia." He called in a quiet but firm voice.

It was no other person but Dr Cole.I hadn't seen him in two weeks and why does out path keep crossing?

The door swung silently behind him as he entered the room

His white coat was still on and he had the stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck.

He was as composed and steady as I had remembered. But there was something in his eyes that I couldn't understand, it seems as if he was going through life's ugly faze just like me.

But what was he doing here ?

"Dr Cole ." I called in a quivering voice.

With a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips he approached me.

I looked away , too embarrassed by my condition

“Edina” he said again in a soft, almost tentative voice.

"What happened ?" He said in shock as his eyes travelled over my bruises.

With the words stuck in my throat I swallowed hard. How could I possibly explain? That two weeks after helping me I had gotten into problem again.

He pulled up a chair and took a seat next to my bed.

"Amelia, talk to me "

The tears threatened to fall again as I shook my head. I whispered It doesnt matter. Now none of it matters. Don't worry about me."

"Yes it does." Cole said. " Tell me what happened."

I felt the weight of the pills in my hand increase and I placed them back on the tray slowly and looked directly at Cole.

"You don't want to hear it. I don't want to bother you with my troubles." I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Don't say that." He said in a small angry voice." You're important, everything concerning you is important and you are my business. I want to hear all of it and I don't care how long it takes."

I stopped, my mouth opened a little, my eyes fixed on him

This was the first time, this was the first time someone was truly caring about me.

His eyes held unmistakably concerned , I swallowed hard and looked away.

"It was a fire."