I Don't Remember

Chapter 5: Weak

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Niall’s POV

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            I watched as the nurse wheeled August out of the room and into the hallway.  She looked so scared and helpless; all I wanted to do was hold her and never let go.  I couldn’t do that though.  She didn’t know who I really was.  She didn’t know how much I cared about and loved her.  I just wanted her to be okay again.  I sighed and looked around the room.  How can she stand to be in here?  The place gave me the chills.  I found a chair near her hospital bed and sat down, thinking about the day I got the news.

            “Niall! Come outside!”

            “Niall we know you’re in there!"

            “Niall come say hello!”

            “Niall I love you!”

            It had been another typical day at home.  I had been sitting on the couch chatting with Harry, trying to ignore all the crazed fans outside the house.  It wasn’t actually my house; it was one our several vacation/weekend homes, whatever you would like to call it. 

            “They just don’t shut up,” Harry had mumbled.  I nodded.  I had glanced at the clock, wondering what August was doing.  “You got anything planned with August tonight?” Harry had asked, interrupting my thoughts.  I shook my head.

            “Naw, just going to relax.  She’s been stressed lately and I don’t wana bother her,” I had replied.  He and his girlfriend Maddison had a date planned for tonight, meaning I was going to be at home alone.  Just then my cell phone had began ringing and I answered the call, seeing the caller ID was Maddie.  She probably just needed to get a hold of Harry, who never seemed to have his ringer on.

            “N-Niall?” she had replied.  It had sounded as if she had been crying.

            “Maddie? What’s wrong?” I asked.  It was out of the normal for her to call me if she was upset.

            “I-it’s August,” she had answered, making me nervous.

            “What happened? Is she okay?” I had asked, forcefully.

            “Sh-she was in an a-accident,” she had informed me quietly.  My phone had slipped out of my fingers and onto the couch.  Harry had asked me what was wrong but I ignored him, needing to get out of here as quickly as I could.  He had picked up my phone and talked with Maddie to find out what was wrong.

            “We’ll be right there,” Harry had told her then hung up.  “C’mon, she’s at the Winston Hospital,” he had said, and rushed me out of the door.  He had known I was in no shape to drive, so he had rushed me into the passenger seat and went around the front to drive.  He had driven much quicker than the speed limit – it’s a wonder we hadn’t gotten pulled over.  What felt like centuries later, we had finally pulled into the hospital.  Without waiting for Harry I had sprinted in the door to the receptionist.

            “August Pearson, where is she?” I had demanded of the lady behind the desk. While she had been typing, I heard doctors talking and looked to my left to find a young woman unconscious on a gurney, being pushed by the doctors. She had cuts all over her; her face and arms were bleeding and she looked weak.  I had looked closer at her and felt my heart stop.  The young woman was August.