Broken Promises (A One Direction Story) {Book 4}

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Gracie POV

The ray of lights were bright down the hospital hallway. I pulled my sweater just a little bit tighter around my body, looking from room to room to see where my mother was. Dad said something about being in the ICU and with my history of hospitals especially this one, i knew exactly where that was. I could hear his footsteps behind me but i was trying my hardest to keep away from him. He didn't love me like he used to. He changed so much in the few years that were spaced in between the years when Darcy and Harry were born. I didn't even want to be in the same place as him anymore. All the memories we had together were basically nothing now.

I finally find the right room that mum and Damian are in. Not even stepping through the doorway, i can see her body hunched over the bed where Damian was laying. Her hands were clasped in front of her face as if she was praying to some God as if he was gonna help fix what was broken. Nothing could fix what was broken here. 

"Gracie," she said as she looked up at me, tears in her eyes. 

It made me feel a little bad for her. No one should have to see their baby in a hospital bed with tubes all around. Looking at the bed, i saw the state that Damian was in and up until then, i didn't think it was that bad. He was pale, his skin cold and his hair greasy. It made me forget all that i was supposed to be mad about, that i was supposed to be distancing myself from them. But it didn't make me totally forget about it.

"I'm only here for Damian, that's it."

It sounded cold but it was the truth. No one there really cared about me. Maybe mum care more about me than dad did but it still didn't mean anything to me. 

She nodded her head, her eyes full of hurt. She was broken and i knew it. I knew i had something to do with it but maybe they'll see how i felt. Maybe they'll start to understand what i've been feeling. 

"What's wrong with him," i asked, breaking the silence once my dad sat on the other side of the bed closer to Damian. His eyes were dark and tired, his curls pulled back under a hat out of his face. That's the worst i've ever seen him look. It added years onto his face even though he was only in his early 30s. He looked defeated more than ever and it also made me feel a little sorry. But only a little. 

My mum shrugged, wiping her tear stained cheeks that were flushed, taking the tanness out of her face. 

"They haven't really said anything yet. I'm hoping it's nothing serious."

I just turned my head back to the bed. The way he looked, i didn't want to look anymore. I didn't want to be there anymore. But surprisingly, he was the one bringing me a little bit closer to my "parents" that i didn't really like it that much. I was supposed to be hating them, I was supposed to be pissed beyond compare and here i was, not pissed at all anymore once i laid eyes on Damian, thinking what if that was Rachel instead of him. I would want at least mum by my side if not dad. 

The doctor walked into the suddenly cold room. His hair pulled up into a quiff and his eyes a light blue. The tag on his shirt saying Dr. Reynolds. 

"How is he," Dad asked not even a second before the doctor came at the edge of the bed. 

He put the clipboard aside, his face not looking hopeful.

"Not very good. He's more sick than it may seem. He has to stay here over night so that we can treat him better. He may get better, he may get worse. Him being a baby, the chances of him getting worse is higher than him getting better. We can do all we can but there's no telling if he'll make it or not."

A gasp escaped my mother's mouth, her hand going up to her face shaking as she was about to cry again. On instinct, i went to her, my hand rubbing her back in a comforting manner. She looked up at me, her eyes shocked but pleading as if asking me if she could get closer. Since i didn't say anything, she embraced me more, putting herself in my arms as i held onto her shaking body as she full on sobbed.