Code Black (N.S)

50.

Harry's POV

Just as I was passing out, I felt strong arms pull me up and place me back down. I could faintly hear sirens, so I could only assume the police were there but I passed out before getting the chance to see what had happened.

Everything was dark. I couldn't move any part of my body, I felt completely numb. I didn't know if I was dead or not but all I knew was that I couldn't feel anything. Not even the stinging gunshot wound.

I couldn't help but focus on what had happened to Niall. I didn't see what happened after the police came, so I didn't know if Niall was okay or not. I prayed that he was, even though I was the one who was shot. I had to wake up. I had to hold Niall again, tell him that it was all okay now, that I had him and I wasn't going to let him go again. I had to show him that I was okay. 

I thought back to what Ryan had said before he shot me. What did he mean when he said he had been waiting thirteen years for Niall? Niall was in Ireland for most of his life and had no idea who Ryan was until the lockdown had occurred. Ryan wouldn't have known Niall either, so it didn't add up.

Niall's POV

They still wouldn't tell me how Harry was doing, which lead me to believe that he was still unconscious...or worse. No. I didn't want to think of that. Harry was tough, which was something I had known for ages. I knew that he would be okay. He had to be. 

I had no idea how long I was going to be stuck in hospital but as soon as I could get out, I was going straight to Harry. Though who knew how long that would take. It seemed like I spent more time in hospital than I did at my own home. 

Liam, Ariana, Danielle, Michael and Calum had come over that morning. I even tried getting them to tell me about Harry but they claimed that they didn't know. I knew that was a lie, as they all shared the same look on their faces, as though they were all communicating through their eyes.

Louis and Zayn returned a little later on. They too made it painfully obvious that they were with Harry before they came to me but they didn't go into much detail about how he was. 

Mum spent most of the time she wasn't at work with me and my brother had called several times to make sure I was okay. I knew that he felt bad about not speaking to me much but I didn't mind. With everything that had been going on, I barely noticed the long time I spent without speaking to my brother.

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I was sat alone in the room, staring at the plain white wall. The only noise was the TV, which was so quiet that it was almost muted. I was immensely tired but I continued to have horrible flashbacks that kept me from being able to fall asleep.

I heard a gentle knock on the door, cutting me away from my thoughts. It opened quietly after I gave my consent, revealing Harry's mother, who looked every bit as worn out as my own mother did. 

"Hi, Anne," I said to her, smiling softly.

"Hey, Niall. Are you doing okay?" she asked quietly and I noticed a small shake in her voice, which was rather scratchy and indicated she was previously crying.

"I-I'm fine. I'm just worried about Harry. How is he? No one will tell me how he is."

"He'll be okay," she sighed, trying her best to sound reassuring. "Nothing of great importance was damaged too badly but it may be a while for him to wake up."

"Oh," I let out, not exactly sure if that made me feel better or not. 

"Don't worry about him, love. I know Harry and I know that he won't give up. Especially not without making sure that you're okay," she told me, reaching to hold my hand in hers gently.