What's This? (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Tragedies

Niall's Point Of View ;

My head hurts. A lot. I can't even remeber what happened. Only some parts... And that was Clover's blood piercing scream. That scream was just terrifying and horrible... 

I peek my eyes open, to be instantly blinded by the golden light spreading through the window blinds. My eyes adjust to the uncomfortable lighting and I look around the unfamiliar room. White walls, white bedside tables, a white bed, with blue sheets, and a machine playing to same tone over and over again. Beep Beep Beep Beep. I must be in the hospital. That accident wasn't the least damaging. 

I hear an opening and closing of a door, and I quickly fling my head to the sound to be greeted by a nurse. She smiles apologetically at me, and slowly walks towards me, a clip board in her hand. I smile back politely, ignoring the searing pain shooting through my cheeks.

"How are you, Mr. Horan?" She asks, tilting her head to the side.

"I'm good, I guess. Just call me Niall, okay?" I laugh. She laughs back, a smile making her features glow. She nods.

"I'm Martha, your care taker for your stay here. If you need anything: questions, food, just anything at all, I'll be here."

"Actually, I have one question." Martha moves her hand in a cirlular motion, tellingsqueeze me to go on.

"How's Clover?" This question brings a poker face among her. She sighs, and leans in to grab my hand in hers, giving it a little squeeze.

"She's alive... But in horrible condition, even close to death." I freeze, my body not being able to move with the news that has just been spoken. And the three words that are haunting me. Close to death. I give out, falling backwards on the bed with a loud thump. I tightly shut my eyes, hoping this will all go away when I open them. That this was just a dream. 

I peek one eye open, to only be greeted by Martha, a saddened look making up her features.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. H- Niall... She was hit pretty hard, way harder than you."

I sigh, a frown etching into my eyebrows. Why has this happened? Why to me? It should be me, in the almost to death condition. It should be me having trouble staying alive. And most of all, it should've been me that was hit. It's all my fault, and there's nothing I can do about it...