Always Come First

Chapter Six

Hospital visiting hours ended long ago, but considering the circumstances, the nurses let the group stay where they were.  But now that the hospital had grown quiet, and there wasn't even a ray of sunlight, all but Josh and Abbie obviously, were going to leave.

"Bye-bye love, get well!" says Brea, as she leans down for a hug. She runs her hand over Abbie's stomach. "Wow, still can't believe it. Remember to name it after me!"

"Haha, right! You'll be lucky if I even let you near the kid!" Abbie jokes.

"Well, congrats you two again. I'm sure we'll be around!" grins Niall. He and Liam never drifted apart from each other, fingers interlaced, and the occasional kiss.

The group of four wandered their way down the hall, and out the doors.

Niall and Liam walked with Zayn and Brea over to their car. They were about ten feet away when Zayn noticed two body shaped lumps over to the right. He leaned in for a closer look, and suddenly he was full out running over. The rest of the group followed behind him. When they approached, Brea let out a bone chilling scream.

Harry and Louis were lying in a pool of blood, a mixture of both of their own. Harry was curled up into himself, blood dripping from his mouth. Louis lies near him; arm out as in the manner that he was reaching for Harry. Bile obviously had been spewed from Louis, either in his conscious state or not.

"What the fuck happened here!?" shouts Niall. "Help! Somebody come help!"

Brea, in a state of shock, drops to her knees, and checks for their pulses. The boys assume that they are both still living, because she doesn't say otherwise.

"Liam ... take your shirt off. We need to ... clean the wounds..." Brea trails off, not quite sure of herself.

Liam strips off his shirt and hands it to Brea. "I'll stay here with Brea, Niall and Zayn go get help." he instructs. Niall and Zayn take off running back to the hospital.

Brea takes the shirt, and rips it in half. She starts wiping off Louis' face, slowly and gently. His face was mostly clean to start with, but the bile and blood was smeared down his neck and arms.

"Are you sure you should be doing that Brea? We don't know what happened. You could hurt him." Liam asks, not wanting to anger her, but not wanting his friends in an even worse state.

"I can't just sit here."

"You won't have to for long now. I think they're coming."

Brea looks up and sees Zayn and Niall jogging over with a group of doctors. Even in the dark, they seemed to of found their way back without an issue.

When they get to the scene, the gasps and worried expressions speak louder than words.

The doctors take actions, ordering each other around. Two run back to the hospital, returning with gurneys.

"You, the Mexican. Call the cops if you haven't already." instructs one doctor to Zayn. Zayn's face gets all red, and he feels like lashing out at the insolent prick. But his friends were at stake. So he calmly replied.

"Already did. And I would appreciate you not insulting my heritage. I am not Mexican, nor have I ever been to Mexico. And considering your rudeness, and your overweight status, I'm going to assume that you're American."

The doctor doesn't even respond, still checking on Harry.

"Do any of you know what happened? Or why?" asks one of the nurses, as Harry and Louis are being pulled away.

"I don't know ..." trails off Liam, hand wrapped in Niall's. If Niall loses anymore people, or has anymore stress put on him, he's going to crack.

"Is there anything that these two have done that could have caused someone to be angry?" asks the same nurse.