1D | Let Me Love You (Goodbye)

Liam & Harry Recovery

Niall's POV
Days. That's what it felt like. Friends were texting me and saying that the whole world was going crazy. Fans had seen the ambulance leaving the hotel with blue flashing lights and Mark had been forced to put out a statement saying: Following last night's concert, one of the members of One Direction has been admitted to hospital.

On Louis's twitter, thousands of fans had been messaging him to see if he was the one in hospital and if he was ok. As much as I loved the fans, I didn't want to talk to them right now.

Harry and Liam were both in surgery and Louis and I had hardly said a word to one another in the hours that we'd been waiting for news. Karen and Anne were on their way over and as I went to say something to Louis, the door opened.
"How are they?" Louis was quick to ask the doctor as we both stood up.
"They're in recovery and they're both doing well."
"Oh, thank God, " I sighed in relief and I hugged Louis.
"We're going to be moving them down to a ward shortly, so if you come with me I can take you there."
"Thank you."
"Lead the way," Louis said and we followed the doctor.

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One the hospital ward, Louis and I were waiting by two empty cubicles. Then, a few minutes later, the porters brought a bed onto the ward and the figure lying on it was unmistakably Harry.
"Harry," Louis said as they brought him into one of the cubicles. He was still unconscious and he was lying on his back with his head resting to one side.
"How's he doing?"
"He's sleeping at the moment. He came round well from the anaesthetic and he just needs to rest for now," A nurse said as she hung up a bag of fluid and Harry's bed was locked into place against the wall.
"Thank you," Louis said before the staff left and we both went over to Harry. Louis put his fingers against Harry's wrist and felt for his heartbeat.
"He's doing alright Louis."
"I know. It's just after his asthma attack and the cold water, I need to make sure for myself," Louis said and I rested my hand on his back as he felt Harry's heart beating. "Yeah. Ok, he's doing ok."
"Just in here, cubical four," The nurse said again and I turned round. They were bringing another bed in and I saw that it was Liam.
"Liam."
"How does he look Niall?" Louis asked as I went to him.
"He looks good," I said as I walked beside the staff and I stopped as they locked Liam's bed into place.
"He hasn't come round fully from the anaesthetic yet so the nursing staff on the ward are going to keep a close eye on him."
"Is he doing ok otherwise?"
"His body's responding as we are expecting it to and our post surgical checks have all gone well. He's doing as well as can be expected."
"Ok. Thank you," I said and the nurse went to talk to the ward sister. I brought the hospital chair over and sat beside Liam before I took his hand.
"He's got colour in his face," Louis said as he came over.
"He does. And his heartbeat's steady."
"That's a good sign. Shall I get us some food Niall? Paul's on his way up and you're looking a bit peaky."
"That would be good Louis, yeah. Thank you."
"It's my pleasure," Louis said and he went to get some food.

Louis's POV
When I returned: Paul was standing beside Harry, and Niall was slumped back in the hospital chair with his eyes closed and Liam's hand in his own.
"Paul? Has Niall fallen asleep?" I asked as I came over to him holding two portions of fish and chips.
"He has. Neither of you have had a wink of sleep all night."
"We couldn't sleep. Not with both Liam and Harry in surgery."
"I know. I guess Niall won't be wanting his food?"
"No. It's all yours," I said and Paul took Niall's portion. We started eating and I looked at Harry as he was fast asleep in the hospital bed. "When's Anne due to arrive?"
"Around noon."
"And Karen?"
"2pm."
"Alright. What are you going to tell the public?"
"Nothing for now. They know that one of you has been admitted to hospital, but not which one."
"That's probably for the best."
"How are you feeling?" Paul aske me.
"I'm ok, tired but I don't feel like I'm about to collapse from exhaustion. They're both out of surgery, doing well, and Harry's asleep."
"Which is where you should be."
"Maybe," I said, before I finished my fish and chips.
"Let's get you to the bus, I will stay with Harry."
"Alright, thanks Paul," I said and Paul led me out to the tour bus. There was nothing I could do for any of the boys at the moment and we all needed sleep.