Because I'm Taken (Liam Payne)

Chapter 11; Because I'm Taken

Olivia

I sunk to the floor, holding my head in my hands. I was shaking like a leaf, I was hysterical. I hated this, I felt like my world was crashing around me. I couldn't move, I didn't want to. I was frozen. Traumatic thoughts blazing through my mind. I heard the familiar sound of the buttons of the phone being dialled and soon Liam spoke.

Liam

I dialled the number to the hospital. Olivia was on the floor, I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be fine but I couldn't promise that. The phone rang for about two minutes before someone answered.

"Hello, how may I help you?" A female voice said through the phone.

"I've been informed a family member has been admitted." I said in response.

"What is the patients name?"

"Pamela Greene."

"She was admitted about ten minutes ago."

"Thank you." I said and hung up.

"Babe, would you like to go see her?" I said as I sat down in front of her, moving the hair from her face that had fell out from the bun.

"Yeah, I need to go freshen up." She said sniffling and wiping her eyes before getting up. When she was up, I hugged her. I knew she needed comforting.

"She's going to be alright, Pan's strong she'll be fine." I said kissing her forehead. She looked up at me smiling slightly before pulling away and heading off to the bathroom.

Olivia

Liam and I took a taxi to the hospital. We walked into the waiting room on the first floor. I drew a deep breath and walked up to the information counter. A woman, not much older than me looked up.

"How may I help you?" She said smiling at me.

"Um, I'm here to see Pamela Greene. She was admitted not to long ago." I said to her, my voice was completely monotonous.

"Room 363B. Third floor, sixth room on the right. I'm sorry to hear about what happened. I hope she's alright." She said sympathetically.

"Thank you." I said smiling slightly, at least she had a heart.

We reached he third floor, we had to have wrist bands before actually going ti talk to the doctor. Surprisingly, Simon was there. He ran up to me and wrapped me in a tight hug.

"She's going to be alright, I know it." He said into my hair. We pulled away after a few seconds.

"Have you spoke to the doctor yet?" I asked, sitting down on one of the white chairs against the wall.

"Yes, they're taking her for surgery shortly. She's in critical condition, she's bleeding internally and she's paralyzed. They may not be able to do everything they need to because of how small her body is and there's a chance she may be put in a coma or even death depending on what they can do." He said, I felt tears welling up as he said the word 'death.'

"You can go see her if you wish." He said gesturing towards the room. I got up from the chair, Liam placed a light kiss to my forehead and said a quiet 'she'll be alright' before I walked into the room.

She was laying there, only able to move her eyes. I sat in a hair beside her and held her tiny hand in mine. "Pam, I know you can't talk back right now but I love you. Don't worry, you're going to be fine. You're a strong girl. I love you okay? Don't forget that. So does Liam and Simon." I said, tears streaming g down my face now.

The door opened and a doctor walked in an informed me they were ready for the sugery. "I love you baby." I whispered to her before kissing her forehead one last time and walking out. I wiped my eyes and sat down beside Liam, burying my head in his chest as I sobbed.

"She's going to be alright." He said to me, running his fingers through my hair. I could only hope so.

After about three hours of sugery, she was brought back. I smiled happily, she was alright... or so I thought. The doctor came up to Simon and I.

"The surgery was successful. I'm sad to say that now she is in a coma. It should only last a few days but you can never be guarunteed. I advise you to go home and get some sleep. You'll need it." He said to us with sympathetic eyes. I knew there was the chance of her getting in a coma. I was fine with it, as long as she came out of it. I couldn't live without her. She was my life, she was everything to me. I prayed she would come out of it. I couldn't bare to think of what I would do without her. She was my little sunshine on a rainy day. The beat to my favorite song. Everything to me.

I chose to stay at the hospital that night. I couldn't sleep. It's not that I wasn't tired or that I was uncomfortable, it was all of the thoughts racing through my mind. I looked at her lifeless body, it made me sad. I have too much on my plate at once and she's the one thing that has kept me together. Without her, there would be no Olivia. I'd be a rock... dull, depressed, unhappy. What would I do without her?