My nerdy love (Harry Styles or Marcel Styles Fan fic)

chapter 9: The accident (edited)

Chapter 9: the accident

Recap:

"If they found him, why are you crying mum?" Harry asked.

Why was she crying if they found Marcel already? Unless... oh no.

*GEORGIA'S POV*

"Mum, please tell us why you're crying." Harry asked.

"They f-found Marcel on their way to the beach and he's inside his car and his car was flipped over. The p-police said that it was a d-drunk truck driver that hit him. They're bringing him to the hospital right now so we should probably g-go." Anne said sniffling once in a while.

"No no no no! This is my fault! It's my fault that Marcel is being brought to the hospital now!" I said crying hysterically. How can I be so stupid and say that I never liked him. Heck I think I'm falling for him!

"No it's not Rose! Stop saying that." Colton said engulfing me in a warm and comforting hug.

"Guys, we need to go to the hospital now. Marcel could be badly injured." Harry said. "Colton could you drive? I'll stay with mum and Rose at the back."

Colton gave a small nod and proceeded to the driver's seat while I helped Harry calm Anne down.

"It's going to be fine Anne." I said not even believing myself. I just hope everything is okay with Marcel or else I would never forgive myself.

The drive to the hospital took about an hour and the closer we got the more nervous I get. We went rushing in the hospital and literally sprinted to the front desk.

"What room is Marcel Styles in please?" I kindly asked the old lady in the desk. She was about in her late forties with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Names? Are any of you his relatives?" The lady, whose nametag read Jennifer, snarled raising her eyebrows.

"I'm Anne, this is my son Harry and his friends Colton and Rose. I'm his mother." Anne told the lady.

"Room 216 down the hall to your left." Jennifer said. Anne gave her a nod and we all ran down the hall and took a left and started looking for Marcel's room.

"Room 212, 213, 214, 215... aha! 216!" Colton said and we sat at the chair in front of his room.

After a few minutes a doctor came out of Marcel's room holding a clipboard and everything looking professional. He walked over to us and looked down at his clipboard.

"Mother of Marcel Styles?" The doctor, whose nametag read John, said.

"That would be me." Anne said raising her hand and getting up.

"Marcel has a few scratches here and there and his body is badly bruised and he has wounds from the shattered glass of the car. The problem is there's a severe case of internal bleeding in his head." John started.

"Is my baby going to be fine?" Anne said.

"I'm afraid Marcel is in a coma and has a very slim chance of waking up." John said.

I'm afraid Marcel is in a coma and has a very slim chance of waking up.

I'm afraid Marcel is in a coma and has a very slim chance of waking up

Marcel is in a coma

A very slim chance of waking up

This kept on repeating in my head and I was in shock. Marcel is in a coma. Marcel is in a freaking coma because of me and he might have a slim chance of waking up. It only took for that sentence to be said and everybody broke down into tears. Well, except the doctor.