I Wish [Niall Horan Fan-Fiction (Book #1 Completed)]

I Wish~~ Chapter 19

-Emily's POV-

My back hurt real bad, I hope I was going to be okay.

"Mom, I fell, I hit my back on a rock in the water while we were at the park" I motioned to the boys "and we'll by back hurts."

"Emily we should go to the doctors office, or the hospital. Can you walk?" My mom was seriously worried.

"we'll I can stand, I haven't tried walking on my own, but I can when Niall helps me." I determined.

"Alright well try to walk, and if you can't them I'm taking you straight to the ER." She really was worried.

"Okay" I winced as I tried to get up off my stomach. It hurt but I could get up, and I could stand.

"we'll I can stand at least." I said hopefully to my mom. She stood maybe 5 feet away from me and said

"Walk towards me. Come on, you can do it, come on." I took a step, and screeched in pain.

"GAHHHAH, it really hurts" I fell over towards Niall, he caught me and held me. We knew not to tell my mom dean pushed me, at least not yet. She would be in an even worse mood, we'd tell her once I was getting better.

"oh honey, come on we're going to the doctor, you can stand and still move your leg a bit, your not going to die." She seemed to feel better. well atleast she sounded better anyways.... After I got in the car, we told Greg he could go home, and he didn't need to be here, but he insisted on coming, I think mostly because he wanted to have a good reason to beat up dean, but also since he was like my big brother I was okay with him coming no matter what the reason. He sat upfront with my mom and Niall sat with my head in his lap. I was laying on my stomach as still as that damn rock that I fell on. We got to the doctors, and they took me into a room right away. And there was a nurse in there with me and my mom most of the time, they said only 1 family member was allowed in with me. They asked me a bunch if stuff like on a scale of 1-10 how bad did if feel, and when it happened, and did I black out. And stuff like that, the nurse left for a good solid 20 minutes, and finally came back with a doctor and he told me I was going to need to get X-rays. But that I should be fine, and the X-ray room was bigger so my brothers could come in too if they wanted, I laughed a little at that. But then thought, is that what most people think, because of our age difference do people think that Niall is my brother, I mean I guess two years looks different, but not that much... My parents are 8 years apart, that's not a big deal. Anyway we went into a big room with this wired machine and I had To put this heavy "blanket" over my shoulders and stand as best as I could for a few minutes while they took X-rays. Finally I could lay back down and take the stress off my back. We waited in a different waiting room near the X-ray room and Niall sat on the ground while I lay across about 3 chairs, he put his head right next to mine and whispered to me

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have let dean that close to you, I should have pushed him away when I saw him coming," I turned my head so I was facing Niall and looked him right in the eye and said

"you going there to defend me in the first place was enough. I love you Niall" then I kissed his forehead.

"I love you too Emily." He blushed. He was so sweet, I don't even think he knew how sweet he was.

"Emily, the doctor will see you now" the nurse came out of the office and gave me and my "brother" a weird look. I giggled and my mom and Niall helped me up, as I walked away I heard Greg wish me luck.

"So, you fell? You must have fallen hard, this kind if injury is hard to get from a fall." The doctor said. I looked at Niall and he understood, we'd wait until we got home to tell my mom.

"We'll I fell on a rock doctor, and I fell hard." I said. Anyway the doctor proceeded, "So it looks like you dislocated a spinal disc, and if you don't get it helped right away you could paralyze yourself for the rest of your life, you should get surgery done, then two months physical therapy, that's the normal for any disc injures. Mom what do you think?" He looked over at my mom, she looked a bit relieved but at the same time scared.

"How soon can she get the surgery?" She seemed focused, very concentrated on the task at hand.

"We can get her into the hospital ASAP and well have to see about the surgery, but it wouldn't be longer than 4 days from now." My mom glanced at me, and I glanced at Niall. I was suddenly becoming scared, and didn't want to do this even though I know I have to.

"Okay, can we take her home first and then go to the hospital?? Like once they have a room for us and a surgery date set and everything?" My mom asked still quite focused, I think she was trying really hard to veer her attention away from the fact I was hurt, but still keeping on the topic, just enough not to cry.

"Yes, we will call you when we have it set up, we'll call you at least a day in advance." The doctor said and smiled at me the same smile you see from any doctor, like a dentist, eye doctor or a nurse. They all have that same smile, with the perfect teeth and the weirdly plump and pink cheeks. And they all say the same generic things like how are you today? How's your summer going. Stuff like that that's really stupid and pointless.

"So I can go home for a few day before going to the hospital?" I ask the doctor just to make sure I wasn't day dreaming,

"Yes and well see you in a few days" he lets us out of the room and back to the front desk. We go back home and I rest for about a day, then I get shit together that I want with me when I come out of surgery because they're going to have to keep me for at least a few days. I pack my iPod. My purple and blue swirled blanket. I grab a coloring book and some crayons, my phone. My chargers, my laptop. Any necessities a hormonal teenage girl would need no matter where she's headed. Greg goes home, we tell my dad what's going on, and they let Niall stay with me all the time, and sleep over, because they know we won't do anything "bad." Or as they like to say.... Playful. And it's true, we won't. And that is what makes our relationship one if the best I've ever had. Plus I can't do much in my condition anyway. All we need is the presence of each other to feel good, we don't need sexual content all the time. Of course we kiss and hug and make out, but we love to just be together. He's always going to be there for me. Whatever I need. I know he will. We lay outside on the deck thinking about what's going to happen the next few days, and he promises me he will be there when I go into surgery, and he'll be there until I Come out. They say it should take a few hours, it's not one of those 72 hour things, thank god. I just want to get it over with.