34. Too Hard To Forget

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~Paige

I hung up on the nurse before she could tell me anything else. My mind was focused on one thing and one thing only, getting to Calum.

The taxi ride to the hospital had felt excruciatingly slow, my thoughts filled with the worst case scenario. My chest felt heavy with the rapid beating of my heart and the way I am unable to catch my breath, no matter how hard I try.

I was in a state of pure panic.

Not even a sliver of relief washed over me as the hospital building came into view. I didn't even allow the taxi driver to stop the car before I shouted words of paying him later and jumping out.

My legs work faster than my brain as I run through the entrance of the emergency room. Rows of chairs filled with anxious people came into view. Stretchers being rolled by doctors through clear double doors and down a long hallway that I have no doubt is also where Calum and Ashton are, come by me as I stand with my chest heaving and my heart pounding.

There is too much going on. It is so loud in this room and yet all I can hear is the loud beating of my own heart.

My knees are on the verge of buckling, my body shakes with anxiety. My head whips around for a sign of him anywhere. I just need someone to help me find where he is, to let me know he's okay or point me in the right fucking direction.

I don't give in to the anxiety that's threatening to take over completely for I somehow make my over to the reception desk and approach a woman who seems too occupied to deal with the plethora of questions that are on the tip of my tongue.

"I'm looking for Calum Hood," I spit out without so much as a greeting to the woman. "A nurse called me—she said he's here. I need to see him. Could you please just direct me or tell me where he is? I just really need to see him." My voice quivers as I do my best to get help from her without breaking down entirely.

The woman looks back at me and leaves whatever it is she was working on, seeming to understand just how serious this situation is. "Are you a family member?" She shifts herself in the chair, turning to the computer to type in his name.

Tears prick in my eyes but I don't allow them to fall, not yet at least. "No—no. We're on tour right now and his family is across the country. I just really need to know if he's okay!" I grip so tightly onto the desk that my knuckles turn white.

The woman turns her attention back up at me, "What's your relation to him?"

"I'm his girlfriend." I sniffle and blink back the tears.

Her gaze softens and suddenly she stands up from the desk, "I'm not supposed to do this but, if you go through those double doors he should be in the third one to your right."

I sigh, her words aren't enough to relieve me fully but it's enough to keep my hopes up. I thank her before running through the double doors and down the hallway, keeping an eye out for the room he should be in.

As I approach the room I see a doctor walking out. He gives me a sympathetic smile, clutching the clipboard to his chest as he walks down the hall with his head hanging low. My whole body shakes from what's to come.

I watch as the doctor walks the opposite way of me, my mind races with horrific thoughts of the state Calum could be in behind this door. I can't live without him. We've just barely started rebuilding our relationship again, it can't be ending already.

With a shaky hand, I take a breath and open the door. Panic floods my system when I see Calum lying on the bed with machines hooked to his body and bandages wrapped around his head.

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