Out of the Darkness (Luke Hemmings/ Ashton Irwin Fanfic)

Chapter 15

Julie's POV

"I don't get a sinus rythmn." One voice yelled.

"Shit, her cardic septum is injured. That's the reason why." Another one responded.

"There is a huge presure on her abdominal wall. We have to get her into the OR right now" A third one said.

"It's a suprise she's still alive. Okay guys. Move now. We can't lose more time" again the first one was talking.

After that I got sucked into darkness again.

Moni's POV

It's been hours, since they started to operate on her. Every 30 minutes a nurse or a intern had informed us about her stade. They weren't even sure if she's going to make it trough the night.

We were all sitting in the waiting room, hoping that finally someone would come and telling us, she was alright. But everytime someone of the hospital staff came to inform us, they only have bad news.

Jules was injured really badly. You know the stories about people, who get hit by a car and just have bruises? Well, not her obviously. Her heart stopped beating for a bit, but thankfully they got her back to live. She had had a hole in her heart and a lot of organs were cracked.

We were all in some stade of shock. I couldn't believe, that I talked to her in the morning and at that moment she was in the OR fighting for her life. I cried. A lot, but somehow I didn't have any tears left. I knew I had to be strong for Jules, but it was just so hard. My life would suck, if she wouldn't be there anymore.

Niall was by far the worst. I kind of understood why. After we'd got to the hospital and he'd calmed down a bit, he told us, that Megan and him went on dates a few times, but they somehow never seemed to get along that well. She probably didn't get, that he didn't want to be with her and kept texting him 24/7. I still haven't figured out, why he told us that they were in a relationship, but I think that doesn't really matter right now.

The most important thing was, that we pray. I know that sounds pathetic and I usually didn't do that, but it was my best friend fighting for her life. If I couldn't be with her right now, I had to at least do something to make me believe, I helped her.

No one talked, because everyone feared, they might say something wrong causing any of us to get more nervous. In a  15 minutes rythmn Liam asked us, if we would like something to eat, but we all refused.

It was quarter past eight in the evening when a woman walked in. "Who is here for Ms. Juliette Smith?", she asked. "Any family members?"

I got up quickly. "Her sister is on her way. I'm her best friend. How is she?"

"My name is Dr. Miller and I'm her recent doctor. She had a lot of bad injuries, but we fixed them as good as possible. She is in Room 213 now, but only two at a time can see her." she said.

"We had to put her on an oxygen resuscitation apparatus, because she couldn't breath propperly. She should be waking up by tomorrow, but I can't say that for sure."

 She was okay. She was going to make it. I didn't care about her, being in coma, cause the only thing that mattered right now was, that she got through the operation safely.

I was relieved. "Anything else I have to know, before I go to see her?" I asked politely.

"She might have an amnesia when she wakes up. She was dead for a few minutes, which could cause some brain injuries, but we'll worry about that when she is awake." Dr. Smith walked off, leaving the boys and me behind.