Sightless | One Direction [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3:

Brianna's P.O.V.

I nudged my head over on the pillow. The itchy hospital bed sheets grazed my legs as I opened my eyes slowly. Darkness. I still couldn't see? I needed some answers.

Valerie, Louis and the rest of One Direction had headed out of the room, leaving my last question unanswered.

Minutes later, in all the confusion, a nurse told me that I was going to get a needle. I nodded my head in agreement, not sure of its purpose, and felt the sharp pinch on my skin. As the medicine set in I began to feel drowsy. My brain shut down and I drifted into a deep sleep...

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"Brianna!" a voice called.

The rest of my body was still adjusting to being awake.

"Brianna!" they repeated.

"Louis?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Are you awake finally?"

"What happened?" I said.

He seemed hesitant, almost scared.

"They... Er... Did some... tests on your... Brain and... Well... I..." he stopped.

"What?"

Struggling not to stutter, he continued, "You are..."

"I'm what?! Louis! Tell me!" I felt a soft tear drizzle down my cheek. I was afraid, afraid of what he might say next.

"Blind." he said it like that single word was the most forbidden thing on this planet.

I winced. Even though I couldn't see, I knew I looked completely shocked... and that he was frightened beyond compare. He had hurt a fan badly. And he thought it was his fault. I didn't want him to think he should be blamed.

"It's not your-"

"fault?" he said, completing my sentence. "Brianna, you can't get me to believe that! It is my fault! Don't try to tell me it isn't."

I gave up on trying to convince him at the moment. "Will it heal?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes. Maybe. In two weeks at most. If it doesn't by then, well, the chances are one in a million after that." Louis answered. We sat there in dreadful silence for a few moments until I spoke up.

"Where's Valerie?"

"Outside the room. I'll take you there." he hesitated.

I felt the warmth of another hand intertwining in mine as Louis helped me up. My heart skipped a beat. I was holding Louis Tomlinson's hand... One Direction knew I existed and... I was blind...

I followed the sound of his footsteps as he led me out of the stuffy, overly sanitised hospital room. What was I wearing anyways? The clothes I had worn to the concert were covered in blood most likely. Blood. My whole body shuddered. It was one of my many fears. I guess I didn't have to worry about seeing it anymore. I reached my free hand up to the top of my scalp. I felt rough, damp bandages rapped securely around. My fingertips trailed down to my forehead, feeling the long bumpy line of stitches going across rigidly.

"Brianna, your awake! You've been sleeping for an awful long time." Valerie said jokingly.

Louis' hand pulled away abruptly, realising it was still grasping mine. I wish he hadn't done that. When we were holding hands I felt safe. I took the risk and wiggled my fingers in between his once more. He was tense at first, but relaxing slowly.

"What now?" I questioned.

"I... I don't know..." Louis saddened.

"We'll get you a hotel room right beside ours so you can find us anytime." an Irish voice exclaimed proudly.

Louis' grip tightened again at that idea. Pondering on it for a couple seconds he seemed pleased with the suggestion.

"Yes." he said.

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that. I'll just tell my mom to come bring me back home." I sighed. I knew I couldn't go back to college right away. Going home seemed like the only logical option.

"Brianna, I want to." he said forcefully. "Besides, you're in no shape to go back home at the moment."

I smiled. He cared. He really did. "Okay." I proclaimed.

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