Secret Mission (Larry, Ziam, Nosh)

Final Chapter

WARNING: SAD SAD SAD SAD SAD SAD

A/N: I warned you :(

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Zayn's p.o.v

We got to Leningston. Louis's phone buzzed loudly.

"Hello?" He answered "Yes, this is Louis Tomlinson...what!?...No!...yes...We'll be there as soon as possible... Thank you." Louis hung up and slapped the dash board in anger.

"what?" I asked.

"She's in the bloody hospital again."

"WHY!?"

"They said it was serious so we need to hurry."

I nodded and we flew towards the hospital the informed Louis with. 

"Gentlemen." a woman greeted us.

"We're here to see Regan Sheeder."

She glanced up at us again. "Okay. Follow me."

The woman took us to a room. 

"Now boys, she's in serious condition. I doubt she's still awake."

"Still"

"Yes. But. Here we go." The woman sighed.

We walked into the all white room. A tatered girl layed on the bed.

"She was under the influence of liquor so after the acciedent...well...she bled very badly." The woman informed us.

Regan's face was paler than usual, her hair stained in her own blood, and the rest I couldn't tell. She stirred and slowly opened her bloodshot eyes.

"I'll leave you 3 alone." The nurse left.

"Regan. Are you alright?" Louis asked.

She tried to shake her head but scrunched her face in pain.

"n-no.." She groaned out.

"What happened?"

"I dunno. Where am I? Why am I in a hospital? Wait. Why are you 2 here?" She started to panic.

"Hey. It's alright." I cooed.

She tried sitting up but shrieked in pain. Tears fell quickly.

"WHAT HAPPENED!? WHERE AM I!?" She panicked

"I'll get the nurse." Louis nodded and left.

"Regan calm down NOW!" I spoke calmly but sternly.

The nurse rushed in and put her under again.

"What happened?" Louis begged.

"She was hit head on by a semi-truck. It's a miracle she's even alive...That is if she survives..."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?" Louis yelled.

"The semi-truck was a gasoline truck. Which means it caught fire. Regan has third degree burns on her back, legs, and arms. She has a mild concussion. She now has a heart murmur. Her ribs cut into her lungs...Honestly. Dying would be the better option at this point in time. If she doesn't die now, I give her maybe 1/2 to 1 year left." the nurse glanced at her.

I stared at the blonde.

"Isn't there something you can do!? Anything!?" Louis cried.

"Sorry. No." The nurse gave a weak apoligetic smile.

Just then Simon walked in.

"Zayn, Louis." Simon nodded. "Is Regan alright?"

The nurse shook her head and whispered to Simon what she had told us, more than likely.

"Yes. That sounds like the better option." Simon held his fist to his mouth. "I'm her guardian."

The nurse nodded and left.

"What sounds like the better option, Simon?" Louis asked quietly.

Simon's eyes watered slightly.

"Simon...?" I asked.

He walked over to Regan and fixed her bangs.

"Simon answer us God damn it!" I shouted.

"They're going to put her under..."

"What?" I whispered.

"This has been the worst fucking week of my life..." Simon's eyes betrayed him with tears.

"T-They CAN'T!" Louis bawled.

"I'm sorry. She's...too HURT to live."

"NO!" I shouted.

"Forget the mission boys." Simon silently cried "If it wasn't for the stupid bloody mission...This would have never happened..."

"Simon...."

"No." Simon left without another word. 

After sitting in shock the nurse came back with 3 other men following, two is security shirts.

"Boys. You need to leave now." She walked toward Regan with a large shot.

"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" Louis shouted and ran at her. 

The security guards quickly held him back. 

"STOP! NO YOU CAN'T!" Louis cried

He thrashed against the men.

I stood in silence watching as the nurse picked up Regan's limp arm, burnt to an auburn crisp.

Louis screamed for the nurse to stop. 

"NO! PLEASE! STOP! REGAN!" He squealed.

The nurse put the needle into Regan's vein. Regan's face twisted from pain to relaxation.

The heart monitor slowed until it was a loud, hauting beep. I closed my eyes and felt dizzy. Louis's crying only became louder. 

Regan is dead.

Regan is dead.

Regan is dead.

Regan is dead.

The words spun around and around and around in my head....like a record stuck on the same sad verse of a painfully tragic song. 

Simon was right. This has been the worst week of my life...