Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Thirteen!

“He probably doesn’t have much time left.”  The doctor continues, “but we can only let two people visit him at a time, otherwise he might get overwhelmed.  He just came to consciousness and won’t be very likely to reply.”  We all watch each other carefully, all hugging our significant other tightly.  The realization of Niall dying soon hasn’t completely hit us all yet, but just the thought of him dying makes my eyes water.  My legs go limp again as Harry holds onto me carefully, bringing me back to the chair to sit down again.  Everyone else moves back to their chairs quietly, except for Liam and Danielle.

                “Well,”  Liam coughs softly, “I guess we’ll go first.”  Danielle nods as Liam’s arm stays protectively around her waist while the doctor leads them through the swinging white doors, to the elevator leading up to the ICU unit.  I peer up at Harry carefully, considering he has said practically nothing the entire time.

                “Hazza?”  My voice is just audible.  His green eyes glance down at me slowly; his arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me softly into his embrace, brushing my hair with his fingers.

                “Yeah babe?”  He replies quietly, his gaze shifting to the floor.

                “Are you okay?”  He shakes his head no as small tears roll down his cheeks.  “Sorry for asking.”  I mumble quietly, nestling my hair in the crook of his neck again.

                Ten minutes pass in the silence of the waiting room.  Nurses rushing around, treating patients, getting supplies.  No news from anyone comes through.  Liam and Danielle come down minutes later, both with tear stained faces, blood shot eyes.  Liam looks at Harry and I, nodding for us to go upstairs next.  I sit up slowly from Harry, tugging on his hand gently.  His eyes open, his hand wiping off his wet cheeks.  We stand up together, hugging Danielle and Liam as we walk past, and Harry holds open the swinging door as I walk through, following closely behind me.

                The hallway lights seem brighter than normal and I almost have to shield my eyes to keep it away.  We step on the empty elevator, clicking on the ICU button, waiting in silence again.  Harry’s arm stays tightly on my shoulder as we step off the elevator.  A nurse looks up, pointing down the hallway and we nod our head in thanks.

                Room 420.  The numbers dance in front of my eyes as we stand there solemnly.  I glance up at Harry and he looks back at me.  Our hands placed on top of each other pull back the door slowly, entering into Niall’s room and Harry shuts it behind us.

                The blinds are shut tightly, keeping out any hint of the bright sunlight bouncing around outside.  The lights in the room are dimmed to almost nothing.  The boy lying on the bed looks nothing like the one I saw just earlier today.

                Niall’s bright blue eyes are now a dull grey, almost empty as they just gaze at the ceiling.  His right wrist is wrapped tightly in bandages, machines all around his bed hooked to him with cords going everywhere.  His blonde tipped hair is pushed flat against his forehead, in a mix of sweat and tears.

                There’s a guard standing in the corner, just watching Niall.  I guess they have to keep him on 24/7 suicide watch.

                Harry just stares at his band mate without moving.  The air in the room is crisp, almost like there is tension just floating around.

                “Niall?”  I whisper, settling into the chair next to his slim bed.  Taking his hand in mine, his solemn eyes turn to watch me slowly.

                “You shouldn’t be here.”  He croaks out.

                “Don’t speak if it hurts.”  I reply carefully, my thumb running over his hand sitting in mine.

                “I don’t want you to,” he pauses, coughing roughly, “to see me li-like this.”

                “Well I’m here anyway, and so is Harry.”  By now, Harry had moved to sit on the edge of Niall’s bed, watching us carefully.

                “Did you read the note?”  Niall asks.  I pause, and he stares at me. “Did you read the note?!”  He asks again, with a bit more exertion this time.

                “What not-“  I start ask but Niall’s eyes close, and the heartbeat monitor starts beeping madly.  “Harry what’s going on?”  I whimper, feeling Harry pull me away from the bed as nurses flood into the room, yelling all sorts of things.  My eyes watch the line on the monitor flat line.

                “You need to get out of here!”  A nurse yells, pointing for us to head toward the door.

                “But we-“

                “Someone get them out!”  She yells again and the security guard pushes out the door, slamming it behind us.

                Kendall, Danielle, Perrie, Eleanor, Liam, Louis, and Zayn all come bursting out of the elevator, hearing a loud noise down the hall, they turn to us and start running.

                “What’s going on?!”  Zayn asks quickly, trying to see through the curtains of Niall’s room.

                “He flat lined.”  Harry replies and they all gasp.

                “But wha-“  Louis starts to ask, getting interrupted by the doctor walking out of Niall’s room.

                “He didn’t make it.”