She's The One - One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 9 - Jane and Niall

Jane’s P.O.V

                   Pain. That was the one thing my body registered the most. Pain and lots of it. I wasn’t entirely sure of what had happened. I’d been out with Niall, which I was sure of. We’d been laughing and joking and constantly flirting. I can’t remember what happened next.

                    I’d walked across a road. I’d heard Niall scream my name. Then there was blackness. Deep, nothingness that frightened me so much. There was also searing pain, someone grabbing my hand. Me, being unable to move it. It had all been so confusing! I must have been in an ambulance because I can remember lying on something, someone still clutching my hand and there was sobbing too. That’s all I remember. The rest is fuzzy, splintered memories that when I think about too hard, make my head hurt.

                     Now, I can still feel the pain, most of it is centred around my stomach and abdomen. I can still feel the numbness of someone holding my hand, but there is also something else resting on it, something that breaths out cool air onto my skin. I fight to open my eyes, stretch a finger, wiggle a toe, but nothing. “Jane...” Someone mumbles in a soft Irish accent.

Niall.

                      I would recognise that beautiful voice anywhere! He must have been the one holding my hand for all this time. I can hear something else as well. Something annoying making a constant ‘beep’ noise. It picks up its pace when I realise that the breathing thing is Niall.

A heart monitor.

                    

                     I fight with my eyelids again, desperately trying to open them so I can see Niall. So I can tell him that I’m okay. I slowly become more aware of noises, a dog barking somewhere, wheels squeaking up and down a corridor. Then, I hear a door open and two sets of footsteps. “Oh Jane...” someone mumbles, more pressure on my other hand.

                      “She’ll be okay Lana, I promise. She will.” Another voice says. They sound so familiar, piecing them together I realise it’s Lana and Harry. Warmth floods through my veins, my friends, they’re worried about me. I need to give them a sign that I’m okay.

                        Again the door swings open. More footsteps, a gasp and then the pressure on my right hand are gone and there is sniffling. I can smell Lynx, Hollister and Jean Paul Gaultier aftershave. The boys must be here. I’m assuming that means Imogen, Meredith and Jessica are here too.

                         “Come on guys, we don’t want to overwhelm Niall and Jane if they wake up. We’ll go get a coffee or something, yeah?” I hear Liam say. Murmurs of agreement are heard and then shuffling, the door shutting once again.

                          I feel Niall shift, his clammy hand still clutching mine. His head raises and I can hear him yawn. “Ah, Jane....” He mumbles. “You’ll be all right babe. You will. You can’t leave me...” he continues, his voice breaking. Hearing Niall hurt, hearing him trying not to cry, it makes me snap. I find a new strength from somewhere within my body and I focus it all on the hand Niall is holding.

                          With a great effort, I set my mind on squeezing my fingers tighter, trying to force them to co-operate even though it hurts. I’m focusing so hard I can feel myself sweating from the strain.

 Come on Jane, almost... 

                           With one final try, I feel my fingers constrict around Nialls hand. I make them stay like that, getting tighter even. “Jane?!” Niall exclaims. “Jane? Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand again if you can hear me!” I didn’t realise I’d stopped squeezing Niall, I focus again and battle through the pain it’s causing my arm. This time, however, it seems easier to squeeze his hand. He makes a sound of delight and suddenly I am locked in a tight embrace, making the knot of pain in my stomach intensify.