Short Stories

Surgical (Niall Centric)

Alright, so since I'm still taking prompts I have a prompt from hareem_x, hope you like it! I skipped the plane rides, really there is no part with that in here.



Prompt:

Can you write about Niall's knee surgery and none of the boys is there because they all are "busy" with their girlfriends. Niall tried to tell them about the surgery but none of them listened to him. During the surgery something bad happened. So when the boys got the news, they rushed to US.


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Niall wasn't happy about lying to the fans, but what else could he do? He didn't want to be bombarded by them when he had a thick cast on his knee and could barely walk. Also because he probably was going to be grumpy, hell, he just got out of a hospital, had to go through doses of drugs for him to fall asleep, and had to deal with disgusting hospital food for a few days. He wasn't going to be at the least of happy when he got out of that hospital, even though he was going to be free from that hell hole of plastic foods and the unbearable cleanness everywhere, he still wasn't going to be having a giant grin and his normal ray of sunshine. He would be tired, and all he would want to do is sleep.
But aside from all that drama, he was more worried about telling the boys about his knee surgery that was going to happen tomorrow than anyone else.
Why? Because they weren't answering their damn phones and Skype calls, it's like they didn't care about the band anymore and would rather deal with their family, which Niall could totally understand, but didn't they miss him at least?
He groaned once again, looking at his laptop screen as another news report showed a picture of Liam and Sophia at a basketball game, Harry and Kendall in L.A, Louis and Eleanor walking around Doncastor, and Zayn and Perrie taking another one of their sexy selfies.
Are they too busy with themselves and their hormonal needs then to talk to their best mate?!
He closed the laptop, steadily got out of his bed and finished unpacking his suitcase for tonight's plane ride to the U.S.


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He landed in the U.S at midnight, Niall booking a hotel and resting there for the night. He tried to call the boys about fifty times in the morning as he got a taxi to drive him to the hospital. Of course, no one picked up.
Growling as he got out of the taxi, blindly paying the man and walking into the emergency department where he instantly got taken to the back and changed into his hospital gown, having to take off anything that was made of metal-which he really didn't need to do-his clothes in a bag in the bathroom of his new hospital room, laid on the bed and asked a few questions about his medical health, and if he has any allergies or symptoms of pain that he may be feeling. After that, he got a medical bracelet with his name on it and asked if he had recently eaten of drank anything.
Since Niall didn't have his family-or friends sadly-with him he got to talk with the anesthesiologist alone, the woman assuring him that he will be fine during the surgery, asking him for his medical information, height, weight and age. And lastly told him that he will be given a local anesthesia that she said only numbed the area that was given surgery to and another medicine that made him drowsy during the surgery. Niall just smiled, nodded like he knew what she meant, gave her the information she needed and then waited for her to give him the anesthetist.
She gave him the needle into his knee, him cringing in pain at the pointing and long-and sadly thick-needle that went into his skin and knee, numbing it. Then, the woman put the air mask on his mouth, a surgical cap on his head that looking like a swimming cap and then waited for him to slowly become drowsy, his eyes half open and his head lolled to the side.
The woman and a couple other nurses started to wheel his bed into the surgery room, a man standing there and smiling down at the drowsy boy, putting on his surgical mask, adjusting his paper cap and then pushing up his square glasses. "Alright, lets start." The man said and grabbed a small knife from the small cart beside him.


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He felt sick to his stomach, feeling something poking and podding at his knee, digging in making him squeeze his eyes shut and whimper. His drowsiness was gone, the feeling just left him and reality kicking in.
He lasted for only a minute before he screamed in pain, kicking the leg that wasn't being worked on into the air, people screaming or gasping around him.
The woman that gave him the anesthesia rushed over, her eyes blown wide and her mouth a gape as she grabbed a needle, rushed over to the doctor and started to pierce the needle into his skin.
It hurt like hell, and Niall screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to kick his hurt knee making the knee that was supposed to get better become much worst, the sickening sound of a bone cracking even made the doctor cringe.

Niall fell back, but this time unconscious. The doctor wincing at the mangled knee and bruised shin. This was going to be a longer surgery now.


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Niall woke up, the feeling of pure pain made him whimper, tears welling up into his eyes as his knee and lower leg throbbed in pain.
What happened? Niall thought as he looked around the hospital room, seeing nothing but white and cleanness, that cheesy hospital smell stinging his nostrils.
He looked over, seeing the red button to call a nurse, sighing in relief and pushed the button, waiting only a few seconds as a nurse rushed in.
She smiled sadly as his pained expression, grabbing something from her hospital shirt, taking a needle and putting the point into the cap, filling a clear liquid into the small clear round capsule of the needle and then walking over and poking it into his major vein on his right arm.
Niall winced in pain, but when the needle was out, he instantly sighed in relief at the feeling of his knee numbing and his muscles relaxing.
"Would you like me to get the phone for you to call anyone Mr. Horan? Your surgery didn't go as much planned as we thought." The woman said and he nodded.
As she grabbed the phone from the other side of the room, Niall did ask what happened to him. The woman telling him that he had woken up during surgery, panicked and then broke his knee and his lower half of his leg bellow his hurt knee, since he was flailing the leg around, it was weak and fragile and banging it against the bed and the small cart trying to kick the doctor he sadly didn't get the bone to bend and break.
"Here you go." She said and gave him the phone, leaving the room so Niall could have some privacy.
He first called his parents, telling them about the very interesting surgery, them insisting on coming over there but he made sure to convince them that he was fine and just needed extra rest.
Next was his band mates, the ones that didn't answer at all. And he wasn't surprised that none of them didn't pick up when he called.
But he made sure to leave a very angry and emotional voicemail to them all. A little 'fuck you' for not supporting or even speaking to him during his hard time.

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Harry groaned and shook his head, trying to call Kendall for the fifth time in a row. She hasn't picked up, and that's beginning to become more frequent. He likes her, but he's not sure if he loves her.
Suddenly, once he tries to lock his phone, looking at his voicemails to see if maybe Kendall left a message saying she was busy for the day, he saw the small phone and the one that popped up over top of it.
'Finally' he thought as he pressed on the voicemail and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Well, I'm just going to keep this nice and short since you seem too interested in your girlfriends then updating one of your best mates on how you were doing, or maybe answering your phone when I call? Anyways, I finally got knee surgery, woke up during it and now I have a fucking broken leg because of that stupid doctor. So, theres my little update for you boys just because I know you won't be getting back to me any time soon. Fuck you lads, and enjoy your fun holidays with your girlfriends, don't think about me. Sorry this wasn't as short as I said... If you actually got to the end of this meaningless voicemail, fuck you."

Harry sweated every word he knew, standing up and pulling at his brown curly locks. He didn't realize that Niall was trying to call and text him. He wasn't even looking at anyone else's phone calls or text messages. Only answering to his parents, sister and his girlfriend, Kendall.
'Fuck' Harry swore inside his head and grabbed his cell phone, dialing Niall's cell phone number only it going straight to voicemail. Calling Louis, Liam and Zayn only getting no answer from all of them.
Oh, so that's how Niall felt.

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He rushed into his car, totally forgetting about his girlfriend as he sped off. Going to Liam's home town and at least trying to get him to come.

An hour later, he was at his best mates house. Rushing up the steps and pounding on the door. The one and only Liam Payne answering it with a sleepy expression.
"Harry? What the fu-"
But Harry grabbed onto Liam, not carrying he was only in sweats and a muscle shirt, pulling Liam to his car, getting in and driving off.
"Call this number." Harry said, throwing his phone at Liam who was still confused as to why one of his best mates cane pounding on his door, pulling him to his car and now is taking him to no where.
"Check the voicemail list." Harry said, Liam going through it.
"Kendall called about ten minutes ago." Liam said and Harry couldn't help but mutter an 'of course.'
"Next." Harry says and then Liam says a number that wasn't familiar to both of them.
"Call it." Harry says and Liam does, but it goes straight to voicemail.
"It's saying St. Mary's hospital." Liam says and Harry smiles, and turns the car towards the hospital and speeds off towards it.

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They burst into the hospital, Harry getting to the desk, asking the lady where Niall Horan was and then following her towards their pained best mates room.
"Here you go." She says, motioning for them to walk in and then walking back down the hallway.
Liam and Harry both walk in cautiously, not wanting to see behind that door. Niall was pissed, and Harry was literally the only one from the boys that knew what happened. Liam was probably more confused them worried.
"Niall?" Harry said sheepishly, seeing the small bundle on the hospital bed, the blonde tuff of hair and pale skin vibrant against the hospital bed and room.
The blue eyes stare at them, shocked.
"Ni-Niall?" Liam says, his face shocked and pained looking.
"Hey boys." Niall says and looks down at his hands that were rested on his lap, him moving one of his arms to the side of the hospital bed so he could move the bed upwards for him to look at his band mates properly.
"We're so sorry we couldn't be here, I was too busy with Kendall and family. And I'm sorry that I didn't get to see you or support, I would've if I wasn't being a selfish bastard." Harry apologized.
"What happened?!" Liam asks, now fully confused and worried.
"Niall had knee surgery. None of us answered his calls or text messages." Harry answers.
"Or Skype calls," Niall mumbles.
Liam's face drops in realization, rushing over to Niall and pulling him into a hug. "I'm so sorry!" Liam says over and over again, Harry's heart almost broke seeing how guilty Liam was.
"I'm guessing you two were the only ones that showed up?" Niall asked after Liam pulled away and sat beside him.
Liam didn't say anything, awkwardly starring at his hands. Harry just nodded stiffly, not meeting Niall's glance.


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Two weeks, and in those two weeks Louis and Zayn did show up. Liam driving off to get the two boys and bringing them back to the hospital. Both of them falling into Niall's arm with total guilt written on their faces.
Niall parents had Skyped him a million times, happy that he forgave his band mates and that he was getting better.
And now, Niall was using his trusty crutches as he tried his best to use them through the parking lot, people still managing to get pictures of him in his sleepy, drowsy and annoyed expression.
Liam, Louis, Harry and Zayn all helped in some way of him getting into the car, and then driving off towards Liam's house where Niall was going to stay, he wasn't healed enough to be taking a seven hour flight back to Ireland.

They got to the house, Niall getting helped out of the car and into Liam's house, Liam parents and sisters greeting him and making him feel at home.
"Sorry again mate, even though its been two weeks since that. We are sorry we didn't actually pay attention to our best mates and more of our families." Louis said, probably the one that apologized the most.
Niall smiled, his broken leg propped up onto the coffee table.
"It's good to spend time with your families lads. Just kind of need to check your voicemails and texts more."
The boys smiled and nodded, hopefully Niall won't have to get surgery for his other knee, but if he ever does. All four of them will be by his side during the whole time.

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A.N:

Shitty ending, I know. But at least I finally finished it!

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