Washed up & Broken (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

**LIAM'S POV**

I feel a lump form in my throat and my eyes go foggy. I follow the nurse out of the room, and we hurriedly rush down the hallway.

"Where is she?" I ask, the bulge in my throat suffocating me and burning. I'm surprised I could speak.

"Surgery," The nurse says. "You're going to need scrubs," I nod and she takes me into a back room. I'm handed blue scrubs and a mouth cover, plastic hat, and shoe covers. I'm lead to Kat's surgery and almost puke or collapse or both when I see her. She's all open, bloody, tubes sticking out of her every each direction. Tears spill out of my eyes and I rush to her side. I take her hand in mine and look at her face. She doesn't even look like herself. There's stitches across the whole front of her hairline, stitches in her cheek, her arms are cut up, I can't see her legs, and her chest is all open and the surgeons are working away at her ribs and chest.

"Liam you don't have to do anything just be here for her," A surgeon tells me. I nod and lower my mouth cover, pressing my lips to her un-harmed skin. I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her eyes, her nose, her hand. That's all I can get to. There's a question I'm dying to ask, but don't want to because I'm afraid of the answer. I hear this long beep, and the doctors begin freaking out.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" I ask quickly. Some girl comes up with a defibrillator (A/N: things you rub together and shock on a persons chest to revive their heart) and creates friction together with them.

"Clear!" She calls. She presses the device to Kat's chest and her body jolts up, the heart monitor going back to a steady beep...Beep...Beep. She just died. Kat just died for a couple of seconds. The question needs to get out of me now.

"What's her chance of survival?" I ask. A doctor, who is there keeping stats on Kat, flips up a paper on his clip board. He looks at me, I can't see his expression because of the mouth cover, and he says:

"Thirty percent chance,"

Thirty. Percent. Chance. A thirty percent chance Kat will live.

The next few hours are pain and agony as they finish Kat's surgery. When they do, I'm left to my own devices as they put her into her hospital room. I'm not allowed back there right now, I'm too depressed to see Niall...

I take my clothes and change out of the scrubs. I toss them into a laundry chute outside the bathroom, and take the elevator down to the lobby. I exit through the front double doors. I leave, heading down the street quickly. There's a small drizzle coming from the sky, and the air is sticky and humid, and my zip up hoodie clings to my skin in a matter of seconds. It doesn't bother me really at all. I need to clear my head. I jump into a cafe, getting an iced cafe and sitting down at a table. I look out the window out into the street.

Everything I've done to Kat this past three years has been wrong. And cruel. And I should have never just left. I was trying to protect her, but she made her way into the spotlight on her own. I didn't want her to get hate, be hurt by fans, be mobbed... I just wanted to keep her safe. I remember how she would always tell me;" Liam, when you're famous, I want to see the world with you, I want to do everything with you." I told her that would be a great idea. Little did I know management would make me change everything I had so almost no one could contact me.

I have all the letters Kat sent me when I was on XFactor.I remember her telling me how she was sad because I couldn't make her eighteenth birthday. I wish I could have been there for her. I really, really, wish I would have. But I wasn't there, and if I was she would have been so happy.

I toss my coffee away and begin making my way back to the hospital. I decide I can go see Niall while Kat is still being treated. Everything seems to move in slow motion, and my head is spinning, my vision is still blurred. I even fall over on to my knees on accident. When I get back to the hospital, I walk right past the front desk and find Niall's room. Harry isn't in there, but Krysta, Paul, and Andy were still there with Niall.

"We got news from the doctors," Krysta said. "We can go see Kat now!" I nod.

"Let's go then," I give her a false smile, and link arms with her. I have a little crush on her, I must admit. She's gorgeous! She leads me to Kat's room, and I ,again, almost collapse seeing her. She has breathing tubes all connected to her, and she's just laying there, her left arm wrapped in a bright orange cast. She has a bandage wrapped around her head, and her right cheek, which is stitched up, has got a bandaid over it.

"There you are, Mr.Payne!" A male's voice exclaims. Krysta and I jump from surprise, and turn around to see a doctor. "I'm here to tell you what's going on with Kat,"

"Oh!" I exclaim. "Great!"

"So, she has a cut open chest, and broken ribs. She's on oxygen and on a machine because while her chest stitches heal up, she'll need help breathing. Also, she's going to be in large amounts of pain while she's on this because the rise and fall of her chest on the stitches." The doctor explains. Krysta and I nod our heads understandingly.

"Anything else?" I ask. "What did she break? Where's she hurt?"

"Well, she's broken her ribs and her arm, cut up her face pretty bad, shes got bruises, and she will most likely survive." The doctor gives me a smile.

"Well.. How long will she be in the hospital?" Krysta asks, stepping forwards. I gasp when I realize what she's getting at. I have to leave her. I have to leave her again. The tour is over in four months...

"She should be able to be released in a month or two," The doctor looks over at Kat, who I assume is knocked out from pain pills. "I understand you're on tour Mr.Payne, we'll take good care of her. Don't you worry."

"Doc, this is hard on me," I say, shaking my head. "I can't leave her,"

"Son, it's your job. She'll be alright, I'll let her know you're here. Just make sure you call," The doctor pats my shoulder, before leaving Krysta and I alone with the sound of Kat's heart monitor. _____________________________________________________