I'm Your's (Zoella Sugg and Harry Styles)

chapter fifteen

**Zoe's POV**

"Hello, is this the Sugg residence?" a rather cheerful womans voice when I anwered the phone. "Umm, yes this is the Sugg residence. Who's calling?" I said into the phone. 

"This is the the St. Mary's Hospital, we have called to inform you that Joseph Sugg has been admitted into the hospital."

After hearing the woman on the other line say this, I softly responded as I looked at a random spot on the wall unsure of what my reaction should be. Then the woman specifie that there had been a car accident. I ran downstairs and woke my dad, who was taking a quick nap on the couch. When we got into the car, I immediatly called Anne, Harry's mum, and informed her that the hospital had called about Joe, but I didn't know about Harry. I had her number, because during Christmas when me and Harry visited, she thought it was a good idea for all the girls, as in me her and Gemma, to stay in touch. I called everyone I felt that I should call, Alfie. I didn't want to many people to come. I called Alfie.

Once my father parked the car, I ran right ahead of him and into the quiet waiting room. "Hello, I'm Zoe Sugg. I need to see my brother, he was in a car accident and was brought here." I tried to keep my voice from trembling but I knew I was not doing a very good job of it. Out of all the people who I wished could be here, Harry was at the top of my list. He was good at that, comforting people. Soon, I felt my father's hands on my shoulders, he pulled me back behind him so he could calmly talk to the receptionist, as if I were a child again. In I completly different way, I found great comfort in the gesture.

The woman quickly gave the room number and hurried down the hall to see him. I quickly walked into the room he was in, I slowed my pace when I saw him laying there. He had bruising and cuts on the left side of his face. He had a cast on his left arm. I covered my mouth and tried to keep the tears from spilling over, but I failed to. I sat down on the chair and held his good hand, sobbing. A nurse suddenly came in with a clipboard in her hand. 

"The doctor had to tend to the other patient in the accident. My apologies." She said when she saw us. I looked up at her and hastily asked the question I had been dreading to hear the answer to ever since I had recieved the phone call. 

"Is Harry okay?"

Once I asked the question, the nurse darted her eyes across the room nervously. "I am not sure I can answer that question properly, for I am Joseph's nurse. I have not seen him yet." 

"Do you know where he is?" I asked still searching for some sort of of answer. The nurse looked quickly at her clipboard. "Yes, I do actually. He is in the operating room, he needed emergency surgery." 

"Thank you." I muttered. Almost every word in that sentence scared me.The nurse walked over to Joe's bedside and adjusted the IV that was in his arm, keeping him hydrated.  "When will the doctor be in?" My father asked as he stroked my brothers hair, being careful not to touch the cuts on his forehead.

"In about an hour or so." The nurse said. After about an hour and a half, the doctor came in to talk to my father. The doctor explained all of Joe's injuries, his arm was broken, not fully in half but it was still broken. He also had a concussion and that was it. I then asked if Harry was okay. The doctor tried to get me out of the room and only tell my dad his injuries, but I refused to leave.

"Well, Harry's injuries are more serious. Since Harry was on the passenger side, which was the nearest point of impact, Harry's left arm has an open fracture, which is when the bone comes out of the skin. His left shoulder was also seperated during the crash, but we fixed it right up during sugery. He has some stitches where glass from the window had cut rather deeply."