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4. Emergency Room

Harry: Waking up that morning, you didn't picture your day turning out like this; fetal in the backseat of Harry's Range Rover, sweating profusely and groaning in pain. It started as a typical Sunday morning - Harry was always up before you on Sundays, he'd be in the kitchen cooking up a storm. You took your time getting out of bed, laying comfortably in a tangled mess of bed sheets. Deciding to finally sit up, you hunch forward in pain, your abdomen aching. Taking a few deep breaths, the pain slowly subsided - you figuring it was just some cramping. But as the day went on, the cramping only seemed to get worse and by 8 pm that night, you were nearly in tears. "What can I do? Just tell me how to help?" Harry practically begged, watching as you hunched over in pain. You just shook your head, unable to form any sort of answer. "Where does it hurt?" Harry asked, again most likely. Your hand clutched the lower right hand side of your abdomen, and Harry's eyes immediately go wide. As quickly as possible, he is hurrying to grab his and your coats, keys and phone just before helping you to the car. With the pain growing more and more severe, you lie down in the back seat of Harry's car, moaning and groaning in pain as he sped down the road to the nearest hospital. "Just hold on babe, we're nearly there." Harry's voice soothed from the drivers seat, just as you let out another sharp cry. Skidding the car to a stop, Harry rushes to get you out and into the ER. Carrying you in, he shouts for a nurse as your vision begins to blur. "Baby, please." Harry cries, seeing you fade in and out as they removed you from his arms. When a nurse stops him from following you, that's when he loses it. Sick with worry, Harry has no choice but to wait in the waiting room. When a doctor comes out nearly three hours later, he sighs a deep sigh of relief to hear that your Appendix was removed, and you are in Recovery. When they finally allow Harry to see you, his eyes fill to the brim with tears. "Oh baby, I was so worried." He sighs, pushing back your wet hair to plant a light kiss on your damp forehead.

Louis: "This is bloody ridiculous." Louis mumbles, shifting in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to you. "I'm alright Lou, I can wait." You say weakly, your voice hoarse. Louis watches you sadly, noticing you're shivering he bundles you up even more in the blanket you had draped around you. It started as a normal cold, but the second you began to cough up blood, Louis insisted on taking you to the hospital. You were pale, sweating uncontrollably yet shivering at the same time. The sight nearly broke Louis heart, but he was more angry at the moment than anything. The two of you had been sitting in the ER for hours now, and you were only beginning to feel worse. Another coughing fit hits you once more and when Louis notices even more blood than before, he stands up and marches to the front desk. "Excuse me, but when is my girlfriend going to be examined? It's been nearly three hours." He snaps, watching as the young nurse behind the counter snaps her gum and rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Have a seat sir, we'll be with you shortly." She recites, her eyes not once meeting his. Louis slams his fists on the desk, causing the nurse to jump in surprise. "That's not good enough!" He shouts, earning a warning look from one of the security guards, and just before the man was ready to haul Louis back to his seat, you feel the urge to vomit. You shout for your boyfriend just before the blood begins to drip from your lips. "(Y/N)?! Jesus, can you please get a fucking doctor now?! Can't you realize she's not fucking well?!" Louis yells at the now wide eyed nurse and she simply nods her head, her sneakers squeaking as she ran down the hallway. Louis holds you close to his body, and lifts you effortlessly just as a team of doctors push through a set of doors with a gurney. You're lifted and rolled away before Louis can even comprehend what's happening. After a series of tests, results come through that it's not a normal cold, but a severe case of Pneumonia. After being admitted and hooked up to antibiotics and other fluids, Louis is allowed to see you. "You gave me a proper scare, darling." He sighs, pushing back your hair gently. "I think you gave that nurse a proper scare." You chuckled, vaguely remembering the horrified look on the lazy nurse's face.

Liam: "It's just a scrape, Li. I'll be fine." You had always been a tough girl, growing up with older brothers didn't give you much of a choice. Either you acted tough or you were held down and spit on. Liam is pacing in front of you, hardly able to watch as the ER nurse stitches the deep slice above your eye. "A scrape? (Y/N), you hit your head. You tripped and nearly lost an eye on our coffee table." He says, wincing as he catches sight of the nurse threading the needle through your split skin. "Yeah, but i'm fine, really." You try to smile, though with half of your face numb from the anesthetic shots, Liam can't help but let out a small laugh. You wince in pain as the nurse begins to finish threading your stitches and Liam's laughter comes to a sudden stop. "Can you give her anything else for the pain? Please?" He asks, watching you regain your composure, his eyes sad. The nurse apologizes, telling you that she's being as gentle as she can and unfortunatly you're maxed out on your pain meds. Liam stays quiet, unable to bare seeing you in such a state. "Liam." You say, pulling him from his thoughts. "I'm fine. I promise." You sigh, urging him to come to your side. Liam takes a seat next to you, he strokes your hand gently and lets out a sigh. "You're not fine. You're hurt, and obviously still in pain." He says, directing his last point towards the nurse, who in response simply rolls her eyes. "I'm tough Li." You smile through the pain, and Liam cracks a smile himself, also slightly amused once more by your numbed face.

Niall: When Niall lost control of the car, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Your body slammed into the side of the passengers door as the vehicle spun on the wet roads. When the car flipped, you felt your head smash against the window, and seconds later you were swallowed by darkness. Niall wakes up with a jolt, gasping for air as his body recovers slightly from the shock of the accident. Hanging upside down, Niall is being kept in his seat only by his seatbelt. His eyes dart towards you, and widen at the sight in front of him. "(Y/N)? Fuck." He curses, taking in your apparent injuries. Niall wriggles himself slightly and unbuckles his seatbelt. Sliding out through his shattered window, he notices how lucky he is. Paying no attention to his minor cuts and bruises, Niall quickly makes his way over to the passenger side of the car. He notices your odd position, and debates on wether or not it's a good idea to move you or not. Cursing once more, he pulls out his phone, hopeful to reach an ambulance. As the rain pelted down on him, and his phone, Niall screams out in anger as he reads out loud NO SERVICE. Deciding that getting you out of the wrecked car, and to a hospital as soon as possible was the only way to go. As gently as possible, Niall pulls you from the wreckage, tears streaming down his face and mixing with droplets of rain as he takes in your visible injuries. Exhausting himself slightly, Niall collapses to his knees and pulls your body close to his. He cries as the rain soaks you both, "(Y/N), babe, c'mon, wake up darlin'." His voice cracks. But your eyes stayed closed, your chest rising and falling just ever so slightly. Niall knows what he has to do. The rain is coming down even harder but that doesn't stop Niall from carrying you for miles. When he reaches the nearest hospital, his legs feel numb, but you are his only concern. "Can I get some help over here?!" He calls out upon entering the Emergency room. Doctors and nurses surround the two of you almost instantly, and much to Niall's dismay, you're separated. A few of Niall's cuts are stitched and bandaged, all while he begs to be updated on your condition. When you're wheeled in and your bed is placed next to his, Niall can keep in his emotions no longer. You're conscious, with no memory of the crash. "I'm so glad you're okay." Niall whispers, planting kisses on your bruised forehead. "Only because of you." You smile weakly.

Zayn: "I'm so sorry, baby." Zayn frowns, covering his eyes with his hands. You laugh slightly, still holding your head back to attempt to stop your purpling nose from bleeding. "Zayn, it's okay, i'll live." You laugh again, just as your name was called to come back and be examined. "What's happened here?" Asks the nurse, removing your hand from your nose. "I kind of accidentally nailed her with a tennis ball..." Zayn mumbled, earning a strange look from the nurse. She eyes you warily, but you nod to confirm Zayn's story. "How's that happen?" The nurse asks, cleaning the blood from your nose and examining the crookedness. Zayn watches her, knowing exactly what she's going to say. Once more he finds himself with his head in his hands, apologizing over and over again. "I'm fucking shit at tennis." He sighs, and you laugh out loud, the nurse letting out a chuckle as well. "Alright (Y/N), i'm going to tell you straight out dear, you're going to need surgery." At this you stop laughing, eyes going wide. "Fuck. I'm so sorry baby." Zayn tugs at his long locks, unable to even face you he keeps his head down. While the nurse inserts an IV and pushes pain relievers and anesthetic, you begin to feel hazy. Noticing how unsettled your boyfriend is, you wave him over. "Come here." You say, patting the empty space next to you. Zayn has tears in his eyes when he sees your pretty yet purple face close up. "Don't be sad, I still love you to bits." You say, the drugs making you slightly loopy. He chuckles through his tears, and the two of you share a gentle kiss, Zayn careful to avoid your crooked nose.