The Boy With The Blue Eyes

Chapter-47

Arshi's POV

"No no no. Wake up" I heard a familiar voice telling me, "Drive faster." I heard the same voice shout before I slipped back into darkness again.

"Is she awake yet?" Another voice. It continued, "You should go home." The darkness closed in on me again.

My head cleared. I tried opening my eyes. White. White. White. Then I felt something heavy on my hand. It was someone. Someone with blonde hair, resting his head down on the bed. For a moment, I was lost in that beautiful face. Then he twitched and opened his eyes.

"You are awake." Niall lept up, "Il call the doctor." He turned but I caught his wrist. I shook my head. He nodded sitting back down.

Niall's POV

The last 48 hours have been hell. Though I think hell is better than this. I rested my head down on the white bed, beside her hand and closed my eyes, though I was far away from sleep. The nightmares of the last two days came back to haunt me. The images flashing in my head. I saw it all again.

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Arshi slumped back in my arms as the crazed boy shot again, this time aiming at me. I pretended to be hurt and fell down, positining my body in front of Arshi's. I placed my palm on her shoulder, in desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. The boy walked away, a satisfied smirk forming on his face, thinking he had killed us both. As soon as he was out of sight, I called up Liam. Five minutes later, Paul was driving us down to the nearest hospital.

The hospital scared the shit out of me. I had never seen such a pathetic sight. It was over-crowded, dim and dirty. There were people all over. Mothers with crying babies sat in corners. Operations were being conducted on corridors. Harried doctors scurried around, not knowing whom to look at first.

"Not here." I said.

"But the other one is 20 minutes away." said Paul.

"Then we'l have to reach there in ten. But not here."

Paul nodded. My hand never left her shoulder as I mumbled, "Hang in there babe.Please." My heart was thumping hard. I was on the verge of crying. Just when I had got her back. I could not afford to lose her again. I just could'nt.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, "She'l be alright." Zayn said. The boys nodded. "She aint that weak." Louis added. I managed a half smile.

"We are here." Paul announced.

I lept down from the SUV. This one looked much better. Soon attendents were carrying her in.

Doctors rushed about.

"Operation theatre now." screamed one.

"Sir,you need to fill this up." The receptonist slid me a form. I nodded. I made my way through it. Column after column till I came to one which made my hand shake.

'Relation to the patient', it said. A second later, I wrote down, 'husband.'

[A/N: I would have made it longer but I am a little sick :(

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