Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from BABY_TOMLINSONS

It happened on a cold, dreary day. The news expected there to be something happening that day. The rain pattered down so hard, it felt like daggers pelting your skin. The roads were so slick that there was no doubt there'd be a bad accident on a busy road that day. The air was so frigid that many people were forced to bring out their fluffy winter coats again.

But for Sarah everything became harder. She was forced to pull her smaller sister, Grace, into a box in an alley while trying to soothe her youngest brother Riley as he cried. If you didn't catch the drift, these children are without kin. Family in other words.

Crossing the street was scary to say the least. For most young children, it proved to be a thrill in which you were told to hurry but don't run, for you could fall and get run over. But to Sarah, it was even more frightening. Even more so in bad weather. It spread panic across her young face, it made her tense up.

And of course the weather today was no exception. Fog so thick, you needed a machete to cut through the usually crystal clear air. And rain so hard, that instead of cats and dogs, it was raining elephants. And wind so strong, you needed to be weighted to the ground with an anchor so you don't fly away.

So you can imagine, when it came to crossing the street early that morning, Sarah and Grace were filled fear. While Riley was merely filled with confusion. It took a bit of courage for Sarah to finally step out from the alley way and into the dim, cloudy day. She held Riley tightly to her chest so that the young boy's face was shielded from the rain. She finally nodded to Grace and they looked both ways. Then they stepped into the street.

Now this is when the news came in. They'd been right in predicting an accident. But it wasn't the kind they'd been expecting. You see, it was almost worse than a car crash. Almost. Depending on who's looking at it.

It seemed to all happen in slow motion. Sarah, Grace and Riley were met with the hood of a black van. It wasn't a friendly greeting. It's like when the mean girl in your school just comes up and punches you. But a lot more painful. Sarah barely had time to scream. Let alone push her sister away.

Sarah could vaguely recall hearing the wail of an ambulance. She could vaguely recall the paramedics asking of she could hear them. She could also vaguely recall giving them the most pained thumbs up she'd ever experienced. But a sick, guilty feeling was the most she could recall. A feeling that she didn't protect her sister and brother like she should have.
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Sarah opened her eyes and whimpered. A banging at her head told her to shut her eyes again. She tried to lift her head but it felt like someone was holding it down. She ached badly. But she wanted- no needed her sisters. Her heart rate began to pick up and a few nurses ran through the door.

"Hello, sweetheart. I'm Dr. Stevenson. Do you remember anything that happened?" A woman sat by Sarah's bed and sent her a reassuring smile.

"No ma'am," Sarah croaked out, terrified.

"You and your sister and brother," Sarah directed her full attention to the doctor. "You were by a car. Your sisters... They are in critical condition. Do you know what a coma is?"

Sarah nodded. For she knew that it was like sleeping but you might not wake up ever again.

"They may never wake up. Do you have a mummy and a daddy?" She cooed.

"No my mummy and daddy are dead..."

"The good news is, you might have someone to take you home and they're coming to visit as soon as visiting hours start."

Sarah nodded although she had no idea what this meant. She just wanted her sisters. Healthy, alive and with her. She didn't care if they were in a cardboard box or not, she loved them.
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Sarah's door opened and she turned her head momentarily away from the window, quickly wiping away tears with her weak arms. Four men entered the room quietly and Sarah took a moment to observe all of them.