Treacherous

Chapter Three

*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*

My eyes open to be met with a blank, white tiled ceiling. The scent of cleaning supplies and medication fills my nose and I sit up straight, slightly dizzy from the sudden movement.

I scan the room and find that I'm in a small space that's filled with faded blue wooden chairs and light polished tables and lamps that give off only a dim light. Hazel eyes meet mine and the tears that are in them become illuminated by the indistinct light given off by the lamps.

Terror takes over my body, causing me to start shaking once again.

"S-she's okay, right?" My voice trembles irrepressibly while saying that simple sentence.

Zayn leans forward so his elbows rest against his knees and he sighs deeply, "Niall..."

"No. No, no, no, no, no..." My hands cover my ears and my eyes squint shut in an attempt to block out the overwhelming pain that threatens to send me spiraling into oblivion. I repeat that one word, as if by saying it, it will stop the inevitable from happening.

No. She's not gone.

Someone grabs hold of my forearms and shakes me to try and get me to come back, but no. If I go back my chest will explode with devastating agony.

She's not gone. She can't be.

Eventually my arms weaken and get torn from my ears as Zayn screams, "SHE'S NOT DEAD!"

I blink back the tears that threaten to fall and look up at him in disbelief, "What?"

"If you would've bloody listened to me I would've explained it fully!" His eyes show frustration but still hint at sadness.

"Now..." He leans back into his own chair that's across from me and continues, "She's stable." He then mumbles something under his breath that I'm guessing I wasn't supposed to hear, "For now."

"What!?!" Fear rises in me yet again as my heart pumps blood miraculously fast through my veins.

"Just hear me out." He puts his hands up in a defensive position before he goes on.

"Niall, they've put her into an induced coma, as you know she got shot in the head, and she needs time to recover." He stops and confusion takes over.

"So... she's fine right?"

His eyes lock with mine as he says, "I should let the doctor explain the rest."

He stands and motions for me to follow him. I do so and as we walk out of the small room we come into a larger one with the same layout and design as the smaller. The rest of the boys sit there, lost in their thoughts, before we walk in.

Their heads snap up at the movement and each gives me a sad smile, their eyes shining with sympathy.

I continue to follow Zayn as he navigates around the short walls that create sections in the room. We finally get to a set of doors and he punches a button on the wall before they automatically open. We're met with a receptionist's desk and a blindingly bright room.

People in white coats and scrubs scuffle around the room, shouting orders and exchanging clipboards, not even noticing us.

Zayn only waves at the receptionist to let her know we're here. She nods back at him and Zayn leads me through the mobs of doctors and nurses to a room at the back of this area.

Right before we enter the room Zayn turns around, "She's in here, Niall. Are you ready?"

I nod rapidly and he opens the door for me, allowing me to go first.

Hesitantly, I walk in. Pushing the curtain that hangs in front of the door away, I get a good look at her.

But all I can get out as my knees hit the floor is, "Oh God."

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