One Lucky Girl

Chapter 13

Audreys POV

The bitter aroma of coffee aroused me from my deep sleep.

My mind feels funny, like I had just gotten off a really fast version of the tea cup ride. The fuzzy, numb feeling is fading, and I can make out the quiet conversation going on around me.

"Did he tell you what happened?"

"No, he seems kinda dazed still from the whole thing."

"Yeah, well he has a guilty look in his eye."

"What? You think he had something to do with Audrey getting hurt?"

The mention of my name brings my eyes to flutter open. My vision is clouded, and I blink a few times. As my surroundings become clear, I notice a sleep-deprived Niall slumped in a chair with a freshly showered, alert Louis leaning against a window sill.

He takes small sips of his coffee, and answers Niall wearily, "I have no idea." He turns around, and glances in my direction. Shock and relief are apparent in his facial expression.

"Audrey! Hey! How are you feeling?" he says, jogging over to my side, taking my small hand in his. Niall whips his head around, staring me straight in the eyes. I can see the worry still etched in his eyebrows as he stands up and walks over to my side of the bed, never taking his eyes off me. I feel so self concience. It's funny, I'm much more comfortable in hospital beds, all hooked up to IVs than all of this attention.

"Audrey, you had us worried sick! I thought we lost you." Niall states, hints of sadness obvious in his tone.

They both just stare at me, and I have no idea what to tell them. I'm so used to pushing people away and lying, but I just can't bring myself to do it this time. I've never had anyone besides my parents care about me as much as these guys have. I just never made any friends.

I push people away. I'm a pusher.

Yet, the lie still slips through my teeth as I croak, "Yeah, I'm fine. Really." I fake a small smile, trying to reassure them.

"Yeah right, Aud. Basically slipping into a coma is perfectly normal." Louis jokes. He was trying to lighten the mood, but I could still sense the seriousness in his comment.

My head shot straight up, causing my mind to spin in circles again. Wait, did he say a coma? Oh shit. Shiiiiiiit.

"Wait a coma? Are you serious? How long have I been... you know..." I trail off, not able to speak the words to myself.

"No, no, no! You weren't actually in a coma!" Niall laughs, sincerely humored by my sudden surprise. A flood of relief floods through me, and I rest my head back on the soft pillow.

"You were only out for the past few hours, but it sure felt like months! You just layed there, motionless. Well, except for, uhm..." Louis coughs, obviously trying to ignore the subject he almost brought up. I wasn't letting this go so easily, though.

"Except for what, Lou?" I tilt my head, smiling at his flustered state. He refuses to meet my gaze, and I look to Niall for clarification. He just averts his gaze, and pretends to pick off a piece of dust from his shirt.

"Louis, what were you trying to say?" I asks, touching him gingerly on his forearm. "Louis, look at me." He reluctantly lifts his eyes to mine and sighs.

"It's nothing, Aud. Really-"

"Bullshit, tell me." I demand. I have such a short temper, it even surprises me sometimes at my impatience.

Louis glances at Niall, and they both just stare at eachother for a few seconds, as if they have telepathy or something. Niall nods, and Louis let's out a strained breath.

"You kept screaming Harry's name. The nurses had to come in about five times last night and sedate you to get you to calm down. They even asked him to leave in case you woke up because it could bring on another panic attack."

My mouth drops, and all of the memories from my past dream. He had been chasing me, pursuing me through a maze of hallways and drunken couples. He kept telling me I was "his" and practically cornered me. For some wierd reason I picked a bottomless pit over Harry. Ha. That really says something about my feelings towards him.

And then I jumped.

It was so painless and peaceful, but somehow I pulled through and managed to wake up.

WAIT.

Where IS Harry?

"He's downstairs in the cafeteria. Liam and Zayn are trying to calm him down, he's still a little rattled." Niall states simply, reading my mind.

HA. He's rattled? I wonder if he actually cares about me or if it was just a figment of my imagination. Either way, my dream freaked me out, and I don't want to get involved with him. Any warm feelings I had for him before have all but dissapeared, replaced with fear and anger.

All of a sudden, my doctor bursts through the room. He looks young, maybe mid twenties with wavy brown hair and warm blue eyes heavy with anxiety. We make eye contact for a second, and he takes a stance at the end of the bed. He takes a large intake of air, and looks reluctantly from me to the boys standing at either side of my hospital bed.

"Hello, Audrey Janson. I am your doctor James Kingselton, but none of that is all that important right now." He looks hurried, and he eyes the three of us staring at him with anticipation.

"I'm sorry to inform you, but you have been diagnosed with stage four lukemia." His sorrowful gaze meets mine, and I can hear the boys gasp.

I give a sad smile, and nod.

"Yes, I know."

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