Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Twelve!

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My phone slid from my hands onto the bed as the dial tone buzzed.  My knees collapsed and there wasn’t a worse feeling in the world than hearing Niall tried hurting himself, to the point of death.  Everything turned blurry in my vision as my eyes began to tear up.  Moments passed as my gaze never changed from the wall.  I could feel myself shaking again.

“What happened?!”  Louis is screaming into my ears, but it’s like I can just barely hear him.  He keeps nudging me, almost shoving, and yelling ‘what happened’.  I turn my head slowly to look at him and his face is a mix of all sorts of expressions; scared, sad, mad…

“Niall is going to the hospital.”  My voice said monotone.

“What the hell happened?!”  He yells again, trying to keep my attention.  My gaze fell to the ground and he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“He tried k-killing himself.”  My voice cracks and Louis slides onto his bum next to me.

“Are you serious?”  His voice is a whisper now and his eyes are dark blue as they stare at me.

“This isn’t something I would joke about Louis.”  He nods his head and stares at the ground.

“We need to go to the hospital.”  He states and I agree, standing up and holding out my hand.  He takes it, pulling himself up slowly before walking downstairs and getting in the car.  I follow quickly, getting in the passenger side as slam my door just as Louis backs down the driveway and speeds toward the hospital.

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                The scene rushing into the emergency room is absolutely madness.  Everybody’s rushing around, and Louis keeps a hand on my shoulder as we look for everybody.  We saw Perrie, Eleanor, Liam, Harry, and Zayn jogging into the ER and now it’s like they’ve disappeared into thin air.

                “Over there!”  Louis yells over the noise of everything and takes my arm, pulling me as he guides me through the mess of people.  Liam waves us over, standing up as we approach nearer and doesn’t make eye contact like he normally does.

                “Where’s Niall?”  Louis immediately asks, beating me to it.

                “I-I don’t know.  They told us to drive here before the ambulance even left the house it’s all crazy I don’t understand why he would do this I just-“  Liam stutters as he rushes and Louis puts his hand on his shoulder.

                “We’re all worried mate.”  Louis says simply, looking up and seeing Eleanor hugging Perrie.  “I’ll talk to you soon.”  He heads over to Eleanor and embraces her tightly.

                “You okay?”  Liam asks, peering up me for a moment.

                “I can’t say I am.”  I keep my gaze to the floor, moving over near the group to get out of the way of nurses running to get stretchers and supplies.  “When is the ambulance going to get here?”  I ask quietly and Liam shrugs.

                “I guess it could be any tim-“  He’s interrupted with a loud crowd of people running through with a stretcher.  They’re all yelling and it gets extremely noisy.  My eyes follow it before realizing the blonde tipped hair looks familiar.

                “Niall!”  I scream, running to follow the stretcher.  I only make it a few steps before strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me back as my feet thrash around, trying to escape.  “Let me see Niall!”  I cry out, pushing against whoever’s holding me.

                “Babe come on, we can’t follow him.”  Harry’s deep voice echoes into my ear and I fight nonetheless.

                “But Harry let me-“

                “I’m not letting you go unless I know you aren’t running after him babe.”  I can feel his eyes on the back of my head as my gaze follows the crowd of people running after Niall’s stretcher, through some swinging doors down a hall labeled ‘surgery’.  I gave up fighting Harry and my knees wobbled before buckling under me again.  Harry kept his arms around me as he helped me over to a chair in the small waiting room.  He kneeled next to me, putting two fingers under my chin, lifting it so I have to look at him.  “Do you need any water or anything?”  I nod slowly and he rests his hand on my shoulder gently, standing up and heading over to the small water kiosk.

                My head rests in my hands, which are resting on my elbows on my knees.  My eyes peer around to the chaos around me.  Liam and Danielle, Zayn and Perrie, and Louis and Eleanor are all cuddled up as couples, crying together as they hold each other.  Then another sight walks into the waiting room, Kendall.  She walks over to Zayn and he kisses Perrie before standing up and moving with Kendall to the corner, talking about something.  He pulls a small note out of pocket, making some weird hand motions as it seems like he’s yelling.  She rips the note from his hand and reads it carefully. 

                She frowns as she reads it and glares at Zayn, tearing the note into pieces and tossing it in the garbage.  She shoves him and he holds his hands up, walking back to Perrie and cuddling with her again.  Feeling someone nudging me, I look up into Harry’s eyes and find a cup of water in front of me.  My hands reach up and take it shakily, finishing it after just a couple of sips.

                “Thanks.”  I mumble, handing the cup back to Harry and my gaze drifts to the ground once again.  He nods in acknowledgement, tossing the cup in the trashcan and sitting down into the chair next to mine.  His arms wrap protectively around me as my head rests in the crook of his shoulder.

                The silence in the next hour is deafening.  Nobody says a word as we watch nurses rushing around and wait.  Waiting is the worst part.  None of us know what to expect.  Zayn is whispering something to Perrie and she glances at me occasionally.  I’m still curious over to what Kendall ripped up.

                What feels like a century later, a doctor comes out and we all come out from our almost sleepy state and stand up quickly, gathering around him.

                “You all are here for,”  He checks his clipboard, ”Niall James Horan, correct?”  We all nod and stay silent as he speaks.  “Well, the damage made to his wrist was severe,  and blood loss was higher than the amount of blood we have stored here currently at the hospit-“

                “Do you mean he didn’t make it?”  Louis interrupts wide-eyed.

                “We don’t know.”  The doctor replies solemnly.