(Louis' POV)
"Louis!" I heard a girl's voice scream from downstairs, and I couldn't be sure if it was Em or Danielle. I opened my eyes frantically and felt around the bed for Em, but her side was empty.
"Louis, Louis, you need to get down here!" they screamed again, and I had a feeling it was Danielle doing the screaming. I bolted out of bed and down the stairs and I could hear someone running behind me. I headed towards the only source of light that was coming from the bathroom, and I was getting a bad feeling of déjà vu.
I ran into the bathroom and stopped abruptly, my stomach dropping to the ground at what I saw. Danielle was standing at the bathtub, her face pale and clouded with terror. This couldn't be happening again.
"Oh my god," I breathed and dropped to the ground.
Em was sprawled across the bathroom floor, lying unconscious. There was an empty bottle of vodka about half a metre away from her face, her arms crossed over each other and her hand near the bottle. She was surrounded by numerous packets of pills, all of them emptied, a few stray pills on the floor around her. There was blood smeared across the floor where her arms were, and there were drops of blood coming from her wrists.
"Have you called an ambulance?" I asked Danielle frantically, and she shook her head, unable to speak. I turned around to see everyone standing at the door, and I looked at them urgently.
"Someone call the ambulance!" I exclaimed desperately, and turned back to Em. I ripped off my t-shirt and tied it around her wrists once again, and started talking to her desperately.
"Em, please don't leave me. I need you here Em," I said to her weakly, getting no response. I stroked her hair and was unsure if I should try and make her throw up the tablets or wait until the ambulance gets here. I decided for the latter.
"They'll be here really soon Lou," Liam said to me after he got off the phone with a furrowed brow. I nodded and looked back down at Em who was still unconscious.
"Emily, please wake up, don't leave me," I pleaded with her unconscious self, over and over again.
She opened her eyes slightly and stared at me groggily, and parted her lips and looked up at me.
"I love you Louis," she mumbled out and closed her eyes again.
"Em, don't you dare leave me. I love you, stay with me, don't you dare say your goodbyes," I told her and heard the desperation in my voice.
I looked up at the boys who were distraught and not saying anything at all, and at Danielle who was crying softly, equally distraught. If I wasn't such a dick to Em today, this wouldn't be happening. If I didn't start that argument with her today, we wouldn't be sitting here today, wondering whether or not she'd survive.
The paramedics came rushing into the bathroom ushering Danielle and I out of the way, and they placed her on the stretcher carefully, applying more pressure to her wrists once again. Yet again, they started calling out the terms which I still have no idea what they meant, and as quick as they got here, they were already packing up to leave. This time Liam was the one to take off his shirt and give it to me.
"Thanks man," I said quietly, the panic clear in my voice.
"Don't mention it. We'll come as soon as we can yeah?" he said to me and I nodded before running off behind the paramedics and jumping in the back of the ambulance.
The whole ride to the hospital, I expected the worst. She hadn't only slashed her wrists this time, but she'd taken every bloody tablet she could find. She'd hurt herself more this time, and I was honestly so scared for her. I held her hand the entire ride and silently willed her not to leave me. She was a strong girl, she'd made it this far, surely she could make it past this?
