"Niall, I'm going to take you to the emergency room," Jo told me, as she unbuckled. My eyes grew wide, "No, Jo, some fans could see us or just anyone who's ever heard of One Direction before! If they see me in the Emergency room about to pass out it is going to be very bad and the public will find out!"
"You overdosed, you have to go to the emergency room!" Jo exclaimed, "I don't have a choice but to take you there! I'd take you somewhere else if I could, but I just can't."
I sighed and just got out of the car, thankfully I was strong enough to get out on my own.
The hospital appeared very menacing in my eyes. I could already imagine all the doctors and nurses poking and prodding me for information on my mental state and background. Surely someone will realize that I'm Niall Horan and want to sell out my secrets to the press.
"Come on, we have to get out," Jo told me, as she got out of the car. I followed her lead and we both headed towards the hospital. My walk was a bit uneven, but I was able to make it to the hospital without passing out, so that was a plus.
Jo led me into the emergency wing of the hospital and we were guided to the front desk. Jo told the nurse that I overdosed and I was guided away from the desk and taken to one of the tiny rooms separated by curtains. I was given a hospital gown and I quickly changed into it. The nurse told me to lie down on the bed and I followed her instructions.
I had to get an IV hooked up into my arm. The needle was poked into the skin that connected my arm. Surprisingly, it wasn't painful. Then, the nurse began to ask the questions, "What's your name?"
"Niall Horan," I answered.
"Do you have any parents we can contact?" she questioned. My parents and I weren't on the best pages, so I don't want to tell the hospital to call them and tell them I overdosed.
"No," I simply answered.
"So are your parents dead or are you not living with them?"
Well, she clearly saw through my simple answer. Now I have to give the truth, "Well, I do have parents, but I can't have them knowing what I did. Is there any way that you won't call them?"
"I guess so, but you really should tell them," she said as she scribbled something down on her clipboard.
I didn't respond. There was no way I could tell my parents what happened. They would put me in some sort of rehab and then my singing career would go down the drain. I can only imagine the press coverage if they found out what I did.
"We'll need to take some blood tests and you'll have to drink this black liquid called coal. I'll be honest with you; it's pretty disgusting. It's a thick, black liquid and has an awful taste. The best thing to do is drink it fast and get it over with. If you take a break in between, you'll end up throwing it up, so just drink it quickly. If you throw it up, you'll have to drink more, and trust me, you don't want that to happen."
