One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 8.

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                                                           Niall's POV:

"Excuse me sir, but i really need to see her!" I shouted, pushing against the security guards.

The doctor, firmly staring at me, and chewing his pen answered:
"No son. You can't just yet. We have to operate on this young woman, before she loses too much blood.  You may be able to see her in the recovery room afterwards. But, now i have to go."

"But i'm the one who saved her life! Can't you at least open the window or something, or let me be with her."

"Young teenagers and love." He muttered. "NO!"

Then he looked at the security guards. "If he keeps screaming, and disturbs anyone of my other patients, give him a sedative."

"Wha? Se-Sedative?" I sat my butt down on the chair.

"Son, you need to relax, and I need to call your mother." Dad said, patting my thigh, and then getting up, with his phone to his ear.

I drew in and out heavy breaths.

A girl struts by, and then sits next to me, obnoxiously crossing her legs and flipping her medium length blond hair.

Holly. Holly Scally, that is. My ex-girlfriend.

"Hey, Ni." She says, smacking on gum.

"Hey, Holly." I say, my eyes drifting to the hospital window when they're performing Holly's surgery, even though the windows have blue curtains draping them, so its impossible to get a glance at her, or the weird machine, that makes the beeping At least from there, I’d be able to see if she was alive.

"Why are you at the hospital?" I suddenly asked, turning to Holly. Why was she?

"Visiting a friend. She got sick with pneumonia." 

"Anyone I know?"

"Not really. Ever since we broke up, we haven't been keeping in touch with each other, or each other's friends."

I nodded.

"But it doesn't have to be that way, you know. Maybe we could be closer then before." She stated, smiling cheekily, and sliding closer to me.

I got up, and she almost fell, since she was leaning on my shoulder.

"I have a girlfriend." I said, pointing to the room.

Holly's face dropped, and she wore a disgusted expression.

"How many girls are you going to date, Niall?" And she walked away, swaying her butt, and singing "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri loudly, enough for me to hear.

I rolled my eyes, and sat down, flipping my hair, like Justin Bieber.
But did i really? Was i really that much of a player? Is that why Juliet dreads to look at my face...

The door swung open, and a worried nurse ran out, pulling off her latex gloves and throwing them in the hazardous garbage nearby. Her apron was splattered with a little blood.

"What's wrong?!" I panickly asked, my stomach churning, and suddenly having a slight burn in my throat.

The nurse ignored me, and opened the door, walking in, and continuing the surgery.

I had a terrible urge to pound my fists on the window, and wail. But i was a man. I was strong. And i would never do something...stupid like that. Plus, it could danger her.

I slid down, and sat in my seat, burrying my head in my hands. This could all be my fault...was it?

****

The doctor, and two students in white lab coats holding clipboards, come out of the door.

"DOCTOR!" I suddenly shot out from my mouth, unable to control myself.

“Is she, is she OKAY?” I blurted out, shaking the man.

“Why wouldn’t she b-be?” He shakily asked, swatting away the conversation.

Man this guy was terrible at lying.

“You’re lying.”

“Nuh-uh! Er…I mean…nope.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You have to tell me the truth…you’re a doctor…YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO! Why did the nurse run frantically out of the room, and then come back?

What was going on in there? Why weren’t they answering?

“Listen, Niall.”

Oh no! When you hear that, you know something is wrong.

“Juliets in a coma? Is she dead? Is she going to undergo another surgery? She won’t wake up? TELL ME!” I pleaded.

“Juliet is absolutely fine. She’s just sleeping. She’ll in up in a couple.”

I let out a breath. “Couple what?”

“A couple.”

“COUPLE WHAT? Couple minutes, couple seconds, couple hours, couple days, couple months, couple years, couple decades, WHAT?”

After a long silence, the doctors walked away.

Doctors can be real arses sometimes…