Louis' POV
"LOUIS!!" Harry's voice screamed from downstairs, and I bolted upright, trying to remember where I was. I was on the couch, but why? Oh because Emily was in my bed, I remembered now. Emily. Oh god.
"LOUIS GET DOWN HERE, QUICK!" Harry screamed, and I bolted off the couch and downstairs towards the only light I could see in the house.
I gasped when I entered the bathroom, and I felt my stomach drop. I could feel the colour drain from my face, and my eyes went wide as I took everything in.
Emily was leaned against the bath, blood everywhere. She'd taken one of our razors and slashed her wrists, and there was blood all over her. All over her hands, her arms, her thighs, her clothes, the floor and the razor was dropped down beside her. Her head lolled to the side, and she was unconscious, and paler than me. This wasn't good at all. Harry was down beside her, unsure as of what to do. He was pale, and he was fretting.
"Oh my god," I exclaimed, and I ripped my shirt off and tied it as tight as I could around her wrists to try and stop the bleeding. I turned around to see the rest of the boys at the door, their faces shocked and pale. And I saw Danielle behind Liam, who was crying with terror.
"Someone call an ambulance, quick!" I exclaimed, kneeling beside her, checking for a pulse. I panicked when I couldn't find one, and then after about 30 seconds, I realised that it was really weak, but there was one there.
"What the hell's happened?" Zayn asked after he got off the phone.
"I'll tell you guys everything when we get to the hospital," I said quietly, stroking Emily's hair. "How far away's the ambulance?" I asked, starting to panic even more, my stomach churning.
"Not long, less than 5 minutes, man," Zayn said, and tried to assure me it would be okay. I couldn't help but feel terrified. And guilty. I'd saved her once, and there was no physical damage that time. But now, what if I couldn't save her? What if I didn't get here in time, and now she was gonna die? I tried to shake the thoughts from my head, but they wouldn't go away.
The paramedics ran into the house with a stretcher at the ready, and they lay Emily onto it, applying more pressure to her wrists and they put an oxygen mask on her face and started yelling out terms which I had no idea what they meant.
Harry took off his shirt in one swift motion and gave it to me, replacing the one around Emily's wrists, and told me that they'd meet us in emergency. I gave them all a quick hug before running out of the house with the paramedics and got into the ambulance with them, and stroked Emily's hair.
"It's gonna be okay, Emily. It's gonna be fine. Just stay with me, love. Stay with me. I'm gonna help you, just stay with me. It's gonna be alright Em," I tried to soothe her unconscious self, probably subconsciously trying to soothe myself as well, and my stomach knotted. What if it wasn't okay? What if she didn't survive?
We raced to the hospital and the paramedics stood up immediately and raced Emily inside on her stretcher, me following behind frantically. I ran into the emergency ward where they stopped me from going any further and told me stay in the waiting room. I watched after Emily as she was raced away from me, and I turned around and took a seat, a single tear falling from my eye. 15 minutes passed, but it seemed like an eternity before the boys and Danielle arrived.
"Lou," I looked up and saw Liam standing over me, a sympathetic look on his face.
"Hey guys," I said weakly, and yawned. "What time is it?" I asked, remembering I hadn't bothered to check the clock before I left.
"Just past two," Danielle said quietly, her hand on my shoulder.
"She's gonna be alright, Tommo," Niall said quietly, before squeezing my shoulder.
