Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

<Niall's P.O.V.>

I keep hearing someone calling Harry's name. Maybe it's a crazed fan.

"Harry! I'm right here! Harry!"

Where is that coming from?

I sit Rosa down on the ground while we wait for Louis to finish CPR on Hazelia.

"Please! Harry! Help!"

Does anyone else hear this?

"Mate, I think someone is calling your name." Harry looks around confused but he sees no one.

"C'mon! Why can't you see me?"

I recognize that voice but I can't really put my finger on it.

"It's useless..."

Next thing I know, a figure sits next to me.

It's Hazel!

"How, why, what the hell?!" I look over to the Hazel that's under Louis. "This can't be... This can't be happening..."

"Can you see me?!" The Hazel apparition asks me. I nod.

"How are you doing this?"

"No time. Tell Louis he's doing it wrong! Take me to the hospital it's the only way to save me..!" The apparition disappears.

Cough, cough!

Hazelia is waking up.

"Hey! She's awake! Hurry into car!" Louis screams for everyone to get in the car.

"We have to hurry! She can't stay awake for long.." I say to everyone in a low tone.

"What do you mean mate? Is everything alright?" Harry puts his arm on my shoulder in attempt to comfort me.

I jerk my shoulder away. "I'm fine! Let's just get to the hospital, now!"

Everyone gives me a weird look, somehow knowing that I was lying when I said I was fine.

**few moments later...

We arrive at the hospital and paparazzi surrounds us. Flashing cameras and yelling out questions.

We all don't even care about them, we just open all the doors and run for it. I am carrying Rosa and Louis caring Hazelia.

"Yes, may I help you?" The desk lady asks us until she sees Hazelia and Rosa. "Get them into ER, stat!" A bunch of other doctors and nurses grab the girls from us.

"We need to go in with them! Please!" Liam begs another doctor blocking us from the entrance.

"We need to do immediate x-rays and surgeries. We can't have you guys interfering with us."

"Please we won't interfere!" We all beg in unison but the doctor shakes his head and disappears behind the double doors.

<Rosa's P.O.V.>

I'm in the hospital with a bunch of doctors, surrounding both Hazel and I, running down the hall.

I need to breathe but my nostrils are filled with blood. A cold rubbery hand touches my face with a mask. I hear someone telling me to breathe through my mouth.

My eyes getting weary...

Then I see nothing but black...

**2 hours later...

<Niall's P.O.V.>

I don't doubt what I saw back at the house, but I just don't wanna believe it.

The doctors come out of the doors, we all tense up.

"Good news guys! Both of the girls are going to be alright. But who is the guardian of Ms. Ebony?" Zayn and Harry raise up out of their seats. A doctor takes them aside to have a word with them.

<Zayn's P.O.V.>

I'm hoping that whatever this doctor has to say is anything but bad news.

"Excuse me but who are you two to Ms. Ebony?"

"I'm Zayn, her legal guardian until her mother is able to book a flight here."

"I'm Harry, her... her fiancé."

"Okay, well Ms. Ebony had some complications during surgery. She has 2 broken ribs, that will heal in no time. But the bleeding was from the bruise that was on her back. The swelling was very intense and the pressure got to it which made it bleed out. She lost a lot of blood and will need a transfusion. Are one of you a match? O negative?"

"No, I'm AB positive. What are you Harry?"

"I'm B positive... Who could be a match?"

"Let's ask the guys! One of them has to be!" I suggested and we ask the others.

"Guys, does anyone have O blood preferably negative?" Harry asks with worry completely filling his facial features.

"Ya! Actually, I'm exactly O negative!" Niall raises up, "But why do you-"

"Because Hazel needs it for a transfusion!... Or she might not make it.." I look down and feel a tear creep over my eyelid.

"It's alright, mate! I'll give her the blood. It's only blood, I'll get more!" Niall tries lightening the mood by making a joke, but this is no joking matter.

"Well Mr.-"

"Horan.."

"Mr. Horan, let me escort you to the lab."

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