Remember When ↠ l.p.

The night is still young

My hand goes limp, barely able to hold the phone to my ear, and my body collapses back against the bed as if it can no longer bear the strength needed to sit up. "What did you say?" I manage to gasp out, praying that this is reality and not a dream. Desperately hoping that I heard the voice on the other end of the line correctly. 

A feminine voice clears its throat and starts again, speaking a little louder this time. "I said that we're calling to inform you that Liam Payne has regained conscious. Would you like me to fill you in on his current condition or do you need a minute, ma'am?" 

I swear, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever head. I always feel raw when I'm sick and find that the world and being healthy is such blessing, it makes me see things in a different light. Maybe it's because of that, but whatever the cause of it, I felt this moment was one of the best moments of my life. I could feel every second passing slowly by and was so aware of each tear slipping down my cheek. "Yes, please tell me everything, I want to hear everything!" I burst out breathlessly, my voice catching at the beginning. "I-I-I can't believe it. I thought that, I mean the doctors said he wouldn't have any chances after..." I fail to finish, choking up and forcing me to take a deep, shaky breath. 

"Those are happy tears aren't they?" The woman asks, with a little laugh. "I'm sure you're ecstatic to get this call." She sounds like she's shuffling some papers. "Let's see, he woke up about seven minutes ago and while he woke up a little confused it seems that everything with be fine mentally. He could remember what day it had been when he attempted the overdose and seemed to grasp that he had been unconscious for several weeks times without much difficulty. The doctors are still with him now so we'll know more later on-" she continues to list off what they've discovered so far and exactly what he's said and asked for. 

I prop myself up on the railing on the side of the hospital bed and listen to all that she's telling me. I'm still crying and I'm very, very happy. I feel like I could walk out of this hospital and be fine, no need to worry about repercussions from this concussion or what I'll do tomorrow or how I'm going to find a new car. Thank you God. Liam's safe and awake. That's what my world is revolving around right now. I nod along to the information that the secretary or nurse is giving to me, one hand over my mouth and tears getting caught on them. Everything is going to be fine, I know it will be. 

This is such a change from earlier tonight, when all hope seemed to be lost. Mom had stopped at my apartment to get me a few things and then came directly to the hospital. I hadn't had a text update in about two hours and I was already dreading what her news would be, knowing as the sky got darker the less hope there was of Liam waking up...