Age Doesn't Matter- Niall Horan Fanfic

HELP!

Lane's POV

       "Niall? I'm home!"

        "DADDA!!!! HEP!! HEP!!" Little Niall screamed for me.

        I walked into the kitchen and there he was  "What's wrong bub?"

         He pointed across the room to where Niall was, laying on the floor. "HEP!! HEP!!!"

     "OH MY GOD, NIALL!!" I screamed for him. I quickly ran over to him and rolled hima over, only to find him unconscious. I quickly checked for a pulse. I found one, a very weak pulse, but a pulse. I quickly pulled out my phone and called 911.

        "911, what is your emergency??"

        "Yes, hi, my boyfriend is lying on his kitchen floor, unconscious, and he barely has a pulse. I just need an ambulance."

        "An ambulance in enroute to your location now sir."

        "Thank you."

        "Your welcome. I hope your boyfriend wakes up andnyou two can have a happy life together. Have a nice night."

       "You two. Thank you."

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       "Can I please have some information on the patient?" The EMT asked me.

        "What do you need?"

        "His full legal name, date of birth, any medical conditions, and any surgery records."

          "His full legal name is Niall James Horan, he was born September 13, 1993, he has no medical conditions nor has he ever, and he has had 2 surgeries."

          "May I ask what the surgeries were for?"

           "Both were knee surgeries, one to repair torn tendons and the second to reduce chronic dislocation and pain."

            "Thank you. What hospital would you like him taken to?"

            " Sepulveda Ambulatory Care Center in North Hills."

            "Ok, will you be riding in the ambulance?"

           "No, I will follow after in my car. I have to make some calls."

           "Ok, no problem. Good luck"

            "Thanks."

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   "Mr. Johnson?"

  "Yes, doctor?"

  "Stevens. Mr. Horan had about 100 ounces of tequila in his system. His liver went into organ failure. We were just barely able to bring him back. Unfortunately, to help his body heal, his body put him into a self-induced coma. We don't know when he will wake up, or if he will. I'm so sorry. I will lead you to his room."

       "Thank you Dr. Stevens. Let me just grab my son."

4 Hours Later...

   I sit there, awake staring at Niall's almost lifeless looking body. The only making it look like he is still living is the downfall of his chest from the ventilator.  The boys know about Niall, I told them not to come. I didn't want them to see how bad Niall looks. I'm just sitting there, thoughts swirling in my head, when all of a sudden, his heart monitor flatlines and I am being pushed out of the room.

I left a cliff hanger. Will Niall die? Or will he survive? Find out next week in 'Age Doesn't Matter' Ha! I'm just kidding! But, wow! 690 reads??? You guys are truly amazing. And in case you're wondering, I had to add more drama to the story. Anyway, I will update again next week. Or, maybe this weekend. If I have time.

       ]Lane[