I gritted my teeth, pushing more of my strength into him.
My vision blurred, the exhaustion creeping into my limbs, but I refused to stop.
Come on, Edward.
Fight.
His breathing steadied, barely.
Color returned to his face, but his body remained limp.
He was still too weak.
"Damn it," I muttered, sweat dripping down my temple.
I wouldn't lose him.
Not like this.
I didn't care how much it took out of me.
I would keep going until he opened his eyes again.
A sharp gasp tore through the silence.
Edward's body tensed beneath my hands, his chest rising in a sudden, desperate breath.
His fingers twitched, his eyes fluttered open, dazed, unfocused, but alive.
Relief hit me so hard I nearly collapsed.
I let out a shaky breath, my hands trembling as I pulled away.
My entire body felt drained, exhaustion creeping into my bones, but it didn't matter.
He was back.
Edward groaned, shifting slightly.
His muscles twitched, stiff from the brutal beating he had taken.
