Each step Ed took felt wrong. Even the way his body moved felt so forced that I found my eyes following him. Soon after, his body suddenly went slack. His knees bent and before I could reach him, the sound of his body hitting the floor rang through the room.
"Ed?!"
When there was no response, again and again I called him. Each time, my voice became shakier than before. My heart was pounding hard. My hands trembled when I stroked his face gently. Yet, there was no movement.
Uncontrollable tears began to cloud my sight no matter how many times I wiped them off. The colour on his face drained. His body was lying very still and it frightened me more than I could have imagined. All I knew was that I refused to leave his side until I saw his eyes open!
"Maisie…" A woman's voice tried to soothe me, pulling my hand away from Edmund.
I snatched my hand back, doing my best to grab his attention.
"We have to move him first," she coaxed, moving me aside.
