Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Most Selfless Heart

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So how are you all holding up after the two chapters?

Hahaha i feel a little bad for uploading the last part a little later. I promise this is the last one!

Just a warning, if you are not in the mood for heavy emotional chapter, feel free to re-read the previous chapters!

Anyway, I hope you all will enjoy this chapter! ;) 💓

Happy reading, everyone! 💓

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“Fight for us, Y/N!” Harry’s voice cracked, desperate and strained.

His knuckles were white from how tightly he was gripping the edge of the bed. It was as if their hearts were all beating in rhythm, hoping she could hear them, hoping she could hold on.

The room had become a whirlwind of activity as the doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to stabilize Y/N. The beeping of the heart monitor, once erratic and panicked, now slowed down, offering a shred of hope in the otherwise tense atmosphere.

The doctor was giving orders with a calm but urgent tone. “She’s experiencing tachycardia—her heart rate is dangerously high. Prepare the medication and monitor her oxygen levels,” he instructed. His brow furrowed in concentration as he looked at the screen.

“Sir, please step back,” a nurse said gently, pushing Liam away as they worked to stabilize Y/N. He hesitated, not wanting to leave her side, but Paul placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Let them work, mate,” he said softly, his voice a grounding presence in the chaos.

The boys stood frozen, holding their breath as the medical team moved quickly. Harry clenched his fists, his face pale with worry, while Niall muttered under his breath, “Come on, Y/N. Stay with us.”

Finally, the rapid beeping of the monitor slowed, and the room seemed to exhale in relief, even though they knew Y/N’s battle was far from over. The doctor, though exhausted, looked up from the screen and sighed. “She’s stable… for now,” he said, wiping his brow.

“Her heart rate is under control, but we need to keep monitoring her closely. Her condition is still critical.”

Liam's shoulders sagged, and he squeezed Y/N’s hand tighter. “Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely, though his words barely made it past his lips. The doctor nodded, but his face was somber.

“We’ll continue to monitor her. You need to be prepared for ups and downs. This is a long road, and her body is under a lot of stress. But she’s fighting. Let’s just hope she keeps fighting,” the doctor added before turning to leave the room.

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After a tense silence, Paul stepped forward, his presence cutting through the quiet. He held something in his hands—a report, the news he had to deliver. The boys looked at him, the tension hanging in the air, and waited for whatever news he had. They needed answers. They needed to know what had happened.

“I’ve got an update,” Paul said, his voice steady but filled with the weight of what he was about to reveal.

Liam was the first to react, his exhaustion evident but his attention razor-sharp. “What happened, Paul? What’s going on with the shooter? Is he...?”

Paul shook his head, the briefest of glances flicking to Y/N before his eyes focused on Liam. “He’s in custody. They’ve arrested him. The authorities are investigating his motives, but the situation is still unfolding.”

The room was tense as the boys leaned in, their attention all on Paul. They were desperate to understand the why behind the chaos that had almost taken Y/N from them.