Behind Closed Doors (Liam Payne fanfiction)

Chapter 2- unrecognizable

After running for what seemed like an eternity, I finally got to the hospital.

I went to reception and explained that I had to see my parents, panting for breath in the process. The receptionist asked for some of my details which I willingly gave her.

"Okay that's fine, just take a seat and I'll get back to you soon."

Soon?! what's that supposed to mean?! My parents are in this building somewhere, fighting for their lives. I have no idea the extent of their injuries but I understand what 'critical condition' means.

More tears streamed down my face and I nervously chewed on my fingernails.

Each time a doctor came out to call someones name, I prayed it would be me.

My phone buzzed in the back pocket of my denim shorts. I reached into my pocket to see who messaged me.

One new message from Maisee:

wtf was that all about?!

I completely forgot I had just run out the door without any explanation.

I started to reply to her when I heard my name being called. "Cerys Miller?". I immediately stood up from the uncomfortable seat I was sitting in and walked over to the man who called my name. He had a look of sadness and guilt on his face as he lead my down the halls of the hospital.

He then stopped me outside a door and said, "You may be a little shocked when you see your parents, but just try to stay calm."

I took and deep breath and nodded.

When I walked in the room, I saw my mum on one bed and my dad on another, the both had machines attached to them and needles sticking in their arms.

I gasped as someone came behind me and gently put their hand on my shoulder. I turned slowly to see a nurse holding a clipboard. Her eyes full of sorrow as she mentioned my parents were in a coma and nobody knew for sure when they would wake up.

"Can I have some time alone please?" I asked the nurse while keeping my eyes on my mum's face

She nodded and slowly walked out of the room.

I stared at my mum's once beautiful face. She was unrecognizable. I could tell they had tried to clean her up, but their was still dried blood on gashes along her neck and face. She had a black eye... It didn't look anything like the woman who brought me up as a kid.

I touched her hand and pulled it up to my face where I landed a gentle kiss on it.

As I walked over to my father, I started sobbing more. He looked so helpless in the state he was in. Usually big and strong, always a smile on his face, telling me his awful jokes. I laughed slightly at those memories. His broken bones were covered with plaster casts and his face black and blue.

I remembered Maisee's text and quickly text her back explaining everything.

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LOTS of stuff goes on in the next chapter so keep reading!!

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