Toy Soldiers (Tell me a lie- sequel)

Chapter 14

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Song: Teenagers by My Chemical Romance (*KICKS OVER CHAIRS, JUMPS OUT A WINDOW CRUSHES A LADY BUG* TEENAGERS SCARE, THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME)

Niall's Point of View

I was let out the hospital a few days later to be transferred back to a London hospital. You do not know how glad I am. Yes, moving hurt like a bitch. But I'm further away from Sam and David. I cringed just thinking about them. 

Zayn and Harry had to go home a day before we left as their parents were not too impressed. I think they were glad to go home. No more sitting in a death-smelling hospital. No more back ache from the crappy meant-to-be-comfortable chairs. 

I was driven back in a taxi, courtesy of the police department. Mum and Greg rode with me while Louis and Liam took a train back which was obviously cheaper than a taxi. And when we neared the edge of London; holy fuck you did not want to be the bill payer of this taxi. £183.67! That's ridiculous!

When we arrived at one of many hospitals in London, I was taken into a room by myself and I got scared. I had been sat alone for only about 10 minutes until someone came into the room. A tall man dressed in a black stripped blazer and white and blue stripped shirt walked in holding a folder and a small I.D hung off his trouser pocket. 

Mr Ian Shacks, it read. Mmmm. Ian Shacks. 

"Good afternoon Niall." He said.

"Hello." I said awkwardly and shifted back into my seat. 

"Now I know you are probably wondering why you are here so before you ask, let me explain. My name is Ian and I'm here to talk to you about everything that has been happening. I'm here to help you and get you help outside of the hospital. All I want to do today though, is ask you some questions." He said ever so formally. 

"Okay." I said sheepishly. Oh my fucking lord. I hate these talks. I hate explaining things. They know what the fuck has happened and they can guess how I feel. It's pretty obvious. 

"You are aware of what has happened in the last few weeks right?" He asked and I nodded. "And how do you feel about that?" I sat there for a few minutes. I couldn't comprehend what had happened. 

"Pathetic." I replied. "Stupid. Weak. Worthless. Idiotic." I continued on. 

"You know none of those are true right?" Ian reassured me. I shook my head. 

"T-they're all true. I shouldn't... I don't feel like l-living." I told him honestly. 

Ian noted that down, obviously. "And if we left you alone, to go home, would you kill yourself?" I thought about it for a moment. 

"Maybe." 

"Niall... we can't let you go if you are feeling suicidal. No matter what has happened. It is in our care that we make sure you are safe and alive." Ian told me. A tear fell down my face. "Here." He handed me a tissue. I took it and wiped my eyes. It stung a bit. After all, having countless black eyes does fuck your eyes up a little bit.

"Thanks." I said.

"Do you want me to get anyone for you? I don't have to. I just want to make sure you are comfortable." He asked. I contemplated getting Liam in but I couldn't have my emotions hurt him. I'll be just as selfish as everyone made me out to be. I shook my head. "Okay."

Ian asked me more and more questions about what happened. How I felt. What was going to happen. Who to come for help. 

By the end of it, we had been in here for nearly 2 hours. "Now, on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being rubbish and 10 being amazing, how do you feel?" 

"3." I said easily. Maybe a 2.

"I think we are going to keep you under moderation for the next day or two to make sure everything is okay and that you won't kill yourself. Okay?" He asked. I nodded. 

"I just want to go home..." I muttered.

"I know. But just a few more days then you can be snuggled back into bed at your house with your mum and siblings and friends. It'll all work out soon." He said. 

"Can I go now?" I asked, desperate to see my friends and family.

"Sure. Here's my number and some other contact numbers for you to take in case of an emergency." He passed me an orange card and I held on to it. 

I walked out the room and was chauffeured to a room where Mum was. 

"There you are honey." She stood up and hugged me. I nestled myself into her embrace and hugged back. It felt natural to hug her now. I think I just need her. 

"How's your wound doing?" She asks. 

"It's fine." I told her. Well, it stung a bit but not too much. 

"A nurse said he would be back to change the dressing soon if that's okay." She told me. I nodded and pulled myself away from her. I sat down on the bed and enjoyed the quiet. No heart monitor anymore. No IV drip. No screaming and crying people. Just peace. 

"Where's everyone else?" I asked. 

"They've gone home quickly to change and shower. Greg is bringing us some clothes back with him so you are comfortable." I nodded slowly and laid back on the bed. 

"You can sleep if you want to. I'll be here. Forever and always." She said and I closed my eyes. 

Liam's Point of  View

I showered quickly as possible. I couldn't miss Niall. Being away from him felt like my heart was being ripped out and a ball of spikes had replaced it. I physically needed him. I told my mum everything while I was showering. Obviously, she stood outside the closed door. I shouted over the sound of running water but she seemed to understand me pretty well. 

I changed into some jeans and a red top. It felt good to be properly clean. The smell of hospital was on my clothes which I had worn so they were thrown into the washing basket without another though. 

I grabbed my phone, head phones, money and a jumper and was out the door quickly. 

I walked to the hospital to the rhythem of All Time Low's music. It took me a good half hour to arrive there which had tired me out. I took the lift up to Niall's floor and rushed into his room to see both him and his mum asleep. I paused my music and tip toed into the room quietly enough to not wake them. I took my shoes off and climbed onto the bed.

I hugged Niall from the back and soon fell asleep too.

A/N A chapter! The first in about a year now I think. I'm sorry. I just don't know what to write. I went to see 1D and 5sos on the 8th which was fucking amazing. I think that gave me some inspiration to write a little. I don't know. Sorry it's short but at least it's something, right?