Broken Trust

Chapter forty- six

Chapter 46:

Faith's pov:

"Faith what the hell happened!?" Zayn yells as I fight out of the police man's grasp. I walk over to him in a rush.

"I don't know! He came out of the bathroom screaming for help!" I yell, terrified.

"Was he drunk?" he asks, inching closer to Niall's body.

"Yeah, I'm still wasted. The incident is sobering me up though," I say, trying hard to keep down the giggles.

"Fuck. He's doing what I did!" Zayn yells, punching the hood of his car. 

"What the hell do you mean!?" I ask curiously.

"I'll explain some other time, he needs to get blood in his body," Zayn says, looking around. I look around as well and suddenly I'm confused. I march up to the police man, preparing myself to get arrested.

"Why the fuck is he still just laying there!? Aren't you guys suppose to be taking him to the fucking hospital right now!?" I shriek, my anger clealry visible.

"Ma'am you need to calm-"

"No sir, you need to listen to me! He is losing blood by the second and you guys are just standing around talking, not even acknowledging his lifeless body!" I yell back. He only nods, then walks off to the ambulance, ordering them to get him to the hospital asap.

"Zayn, get in your car we're following them," I demand, and he does so without hesitation. I quickly pull out my phone and dial Liam's number.

"What are you doing?" Zayn asks, obviously confused.

"I'm telling the other boys what's going on," I say to him. He nods his head and keeps his eyes on the road. 3 rings later he picks up.

Liam: Yes?

Me: This is Faith, I'm with Zayn right now and we're following the ambulance that currently holds our friend Niall. 

Liam: What the heck!? What happened?

Me: He was wasted and he went into the bathroom and then came out screaming for help. His wrists were bloody and cut open and soon after the bartender called 911, Niall passed out form blood loss. Zayn just so happened to have been driving by and saw us.

Liam: Oh my fucking gosh. We'll be at the hospital in 10.

Me: K byeee

And with that I hung up, quickly opening my door once we park at the hospital. 

Liam's pov:

I quickly get Harry and Louis up, telling them the news. Both their mouths drop in shock and we hurriedly head down stairs into one of the vans. We see Zayn's car in the parking lot and park next to it, quickly going inside to the front desk.

"Hi we're here for Niall Horan," I say to the front desk sweetly.

"He just went in for stitches, there's two others in the waiting room though if you'f like for me to take you up there?" she offers, and we gladly nod our heads. She leads us to the waiting room on the 3rd floor, the floor just above Jessica's. 

We walk in and we see Faith passed out on the small couch.

"What the he-"

"She's drunk," Zayn interrupts. I just nod my head and sit down.

"Second visit. Yay," Louis says sarcastically.

"I wonde rhow Jessica is doing," Harry says. "Zyan, did Niall basically do what you had done last time?" 

"Yeah basically," Zayn responds. The waiting room goes silent. And we sit there for about 25 minutes until a nurse suddenly walks in.

"For Niall Horan?"

Jessica's pov:

My eyes flutter open and I immediately recognize this place for a hospital.

"Fuck," I groan to myself. My body aches horribly and I call for a nurse. I have no clue what happened. Not only is my back and side sore, but my face is killing me. It feels like I was scratched 1,000 times on just my cheeks! 

A tall blonde suddenly comes in with a smile on her face.

"Hi Jessica! I'm Liz and I'm your nurse. How are you feeling?" she says. Liz. That's a pretty name, probably a nick name.

"Like shit," I respond with a fake smile on my face. She frowns slightly.

"I'm going to give you a pretty high dose of pain killers, they won't kick in for another 15 minutes though," she tells me. I don't really pay attention though, I just want to know what happened.

"Liz, may I ask what happened?"

"It's a long story hun. Well, the semi crashed into you at the intersection and one of your friends was at the stop light and saw it all, I think his name was Harry, anyway we had found a cancer tumor in your ribs. Due to your ribs besically crushing, the cancer was able to spread an attach on to other parts of your body. You then had lung cancer for about 2 hours. We got you through surgery though and now the cancer is gone and the feeling aorund your back and sides and stomach is from the surgery," she explained. I nodded in awe as I finally see how great these doctors are.

"Why does my face hurt so bad?" I ask lazily. 

"Oh, the window that was on your dar and been shattered and smashed into your face so there was quite some glass in your skin as well. There's quite the gash on your temple," she says. "You're quite the fighter."

I look down and see a cast on my arm.

"Did I break my arm?"

"No sweetie, you just fractured it. Oh and your hip is pretty roughed up too. You shattered it. It may be hard for you to breathe at times, we had to get blood out of your stomach," she says, making a disgusted face which causes me to laugh.

"Wow you guys here are life savers," I say, smiling. She smiles back and nods her head.

"Liz! A room upstairs needs you again!" a nurse yells cross the hall.

"Ugh, some boy cut his wrists and passed out in a bar," Liz tells me, and my thoughts immediately go to Zayn. Shit.

"What's his name?"

"Niall I think?" And as soon as the name leaves her lips, tears gather in my eyes and I can't bear to think of Niall doing that. He was at a bar so he must've been drunk. But why would he do that? Was he scared I was going to die? 

Hot tears quickly cascade down my cheeks, burning the scratches. But I don't care. I just hope Niall is okay. Thoughts of him dragging glass across his wrists the way I use to scares me, and the image won't leave my head, andit's the last thing I see when my eyes drift close from the pain killers.

A/N

omg. Sorry if it sucked. I only have like 2 MONTHS UNTIL MY ONE DIRECTION CONCERT!!!