Bad Blood {n.h}

Chapter Thirty-Three

AN: Holy shit guys, the amount of comments on last chapter > 

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Niall's POV

My eyes slowly opened, a bright light shinning right in my eyes. I blinked a couple times to stop the burning in my eyes from the light being on. 

All I saw was white and I sighed. 

Damn it. Did I die? Am I in heaven? Shouldn't I be in hell? 

"Niall! You're awake! Thank god!" I heard my brother call from my side. 

I turned my head to look at him, feeling all sorts of things pulling on my face and other body parts. 

Oh, I'm the hospital. I'm not dead. 

"I'm alive?" I spoke but it came out more as question. 

"Yeah, you are. But you, son of a bitch, gave me a near heart attack. Shit Niall, there was a point you stopped breathing and I flipped. Fuck you, man. But I'm glad you're alive." He sighed, smiling after a while. 

I gave a small smile, reaching up to my face. I felt a small plastic tube on my nose, connecting to an oxygen tank. 

"Let me tell you all that happened." James sat up, ready to point and explain. "Well, they broke one of your ribs for starters. You won't be able to sit up painlessly for a while. Your right knee cap was displaced and some muscle was torn, your ACL I think. So they fixed that. You have like four stitches in two deep cuts, the others weren't deep enough to have to be stitched; just butterfly bandage or glue. Your skull was fracture a tiny bit, that will heal with time. You have a pinkie sized scratch below your eye. Which, by the way, are both swollen and purple. I must say, Niall, you've never looked better." He pointed to every part as he spoke. I saw all different types of bandage wraps and braces. 

I laughed softly, instantly feeling pain in my side. 

"Ow, ow. Okay." I spoke, mostly too myself. 

I sighed, my arms and hands had all different needles and things poked in them. Moving my hands was a pain.

"When can I be released?" I whispered, not being able to really talk that loud. 

"Uh, two days to go. They have to run test on your brain and other stuff. I don't know, my attention span didn't last that long." He shrugged and I smirked. 

"How long was I out?" 

"Uh almost thirty hours, in and out of it though. But I'm sure you don't remember." 

"You're right, I don't." I rolled my head back over, I realized my bed was laid flat and it was uncomfortable. But, since my rib is messed up, I decided on staying flat. 

"Want to listen to the TV?" James asked after a few minutes of silence. 

"Sure, why not?"

He stood and came to my bed side, taking the remote off the table and turning it on. He put on a rerun football game and I listened to the sport announcer talking from the small speaker on the bed. 

"So what's your plan once you're out of here?" James asked when the game ended. 

"Try to get Addison back." I muttered just as the someone knocked on the door. 

"Come in!" James called out since I was too weak to talk that loud. 

In walked a nurse, here for my hourly check up I guess. 

"Hello, I'm here to make sure everything's alright and give Mister Horan his next dose of pain medication." She smiled, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a pill bottle. 

She shook out two pills before bringing them and a small glass of water to my side. I sat up on my elbows, taking the pills and water with a smile. 

After taking my pills, she made sure all the needles and things were the way they should be. 

"Everything seems okay. If you need anything just press the red button on the side of your bed." She smiled and left the room. 

"Hey, James. Can I ask you something?" 

"Yeah, sure." 

"How do I shower?" I chuckled softly. 

"I do not know, nor am I helping you." He laughed. 

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AN; OKAY I KNOW THIS IS REALLLLLLLY FREAKING SHORT BUT I WANTED THE NEXT PART TO BE BY ITSELF IM SORRY ASDFGHJKL 

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE COMMENTS ON THE LAST CHAPTER, CAN YOU DO IT AGAIN? x next chapter won't disappoint you I promise omg (at least I hope not)