Taken and Torn [Niam/Narry/Nouis/Ziall]

Chapter 23: When You're Gone

Zayn’s P.O.V

Thirty minutes after I read the letter Niall gave me, I found myself sitting on the seats just outside the Emergency Room. Harry and Louis were also there. As for Liam, he was still in his hospital room. It was very clear and obvious that all of us had shed tears. Our eyes were bloodshot red and nothing else was heard in the hallway except for our constant sniffs.

It was past 12 midnight but neither one of us wanted to sleep. I mean, considering the situation, who would? Not one of us would feel comfortable enough to sleep.

Another five minutes passed until the door of the Emergency Room finally opened. The doctor came near us and cleared his voice, “Are you Niall’s friends?”

“Yeah. I-Is he going to be okay?” I asked, my voice was still hoarse.

“Well, I have good news and bad news.” The doctor said as he watched us carefully. All of our attention was directed fully to what the doctor was about to say. “The good news is, Niall is okay. It turned out that he took too much of the sleeping pills but not enough to put an end to hims life. Nevertheless, your friend is okay.”

“Th-The bad news?” Louis asked hesitantly.

“The bad news is that Niall is still in a coma.” The doctor said sadly.

Harry gasped, “How l-long would he be like this Doc?”

“Three days are long enough. Once he’s awake, he still needs to be relaxed. Niall needs to be in a stress-free environment. Whatever you do, never let him fall into a situation where he would most probably be depressed, afraid, tired and stressed. His heart is still too weak to cope up and handle these kinds of emotions.” The doctor explained as clearly as he could manage.

I sighed then nodded, “What can we do about it?”

“Entertain him. Make him feel happy, comfortable and relaxed. Surround him with the things he loves. And deprive him from doing things that can trigger sadness.”

“Okay. Thank you so much Doc!” I said as I shook his hand. The doctor soon walked away leaving the three of us. “I’ll go tell Liam okay?”

Both of them just nodded. I headed towards Liam’s room and saw him walking around the room. Once he saw me, he looked at me with eyes full of hope and desperation. “Well? How’s Niall? Is he okay?! Where is he?!”

“Oy, calm down mate!” I chuckled softly. “Niall’s fine.”

Liam’s face lit up. “Oh he is?!”

“Yes. But – But he’s still in a coma.” I answered him sadly.

“When will he be awake then?” Liam frowned.

“According to the doctor, three days would be long enough.”

Liam nodded, “I see. I’m just thankful I’ll be out of this hell hole starting tomorrow so that I could help you guys with Niall.”

I quirked my eyebrows, “Are you sure? You’re still not entirely back to your old healthy self Liam. You need to eat and rest.”

“I insist, Z. Besides, It’s just looking after Niall when the rest of you are tired. How hard can it be?” he shrugged.

“Okay then.” I smiled at him.

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It was the 2nd day of Niall in his coma and I already missed his bright, blue eyes so bad. I missed his bright smile, his contagious laugh and his angelic voice. I missed the way he easily blushed when he’s given a compliment. I missed the feeling of his lips on mine and with our fingers intertwined. I missed seeing him eat and I would just sit there and admire how adorable he looks.