Breathing For This (Sequel To Trembling Hands)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

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~Niall’s POV~

“I love you too; even though I know you’re hiding something” I whispered in her ear

I could hear the small gasp of air she sucked in and feel the nervous fidgeting of her body. It’s funny that she thinks she could still lie to me and not get caught, not that she ever could have gotten away with it to begin with. It worries me though, if there’s something wrong with her, this isn’t the time to keep it a secret. I don’t want to take any risks with her; I just don’t know what I would do with myself if something were to happen to her. I love Brielle Korey more than I love anything, Nandos included… One day, I want to watch her walk down the aisle.

“I love you” I whispered quietly, too low for anyone else to hear.

She shifted slightly in my arms, whimpering in pain… Even in her sleep she couldn’t escape the pain of this stupid disease. What did she ever do to deserve something like this? What did she ever do to deserve anything she’s been through? Nothing; that’s what. She won’t admit when she’s in pain, mental or physical, but I can tell, and it breaks my heart. I would give up anything to take away all of her pain and bad memories. I love her.

“Is she asleep?” Liam whispered, walking back into the room with a nurse following behind him

“I think so” I mouthed, shifting her limp body ever so slightly, revealing her lightly closed eyes.

“Can you still take the IV out?” Liam whispered to the nurse

“Of course” the nurse smiled and walked over to the bedside.

“Is she okay?” Liam asked me

“I think so, she’s pretty exhausted from the arguing” I sighed, “That’s another reason I really think we should just let her have what she wants; we can’t stress her out”

“We’ll discuss this again later” Liam muttered, his eyes motioning towards the nurse who was gently removing Brielle’s IV

I nodded slightly and watched the nurse’s carful actions and the rising and falling of Brielle’s chest, making sure she wasn’t in any pain. Seeing her in any kind of pain is like torture; I swear I feel knives in my chest when I see her cry or hear that tiny whimper that escapes her lips when she’s hurting. It hurts all of us.

“Alright, I’m all done here” the nurse smiled, “She may still experience side-effects for a while, but eventually they’ll fade away”

“How long is a while?” I asked worriedly

“It really depends; some people stop experiencing side-effects after an hour, some after a day. It’s hard to tell, just make sure she rests” the nurse explained

“Thank you very much” Liam smiled

“Of course” she smiled, walking out and shutting the door behind her.

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~Zayn’s POV~

Normally, I just kind of know what the others are thinking about and feeling, but right now; I have no clue. Liam’s anxiously thumping his feet against the bland white tiles, Harry is zoned out staring at the heart monitor, Louis is fiddling his thumbs, and poor Niall, don’t even get me started on Niall. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was nothing more than a cardboard cutout; his glassy eyes have been lined with dark rings and plastered on Brielle’s face for over an hour now, his hair is disheveled from his nervous movements, his lips have been pursed together, slightly curved downwards at the corners, and he hasn’t moved from that spot once, not even for food.