Something Special {H.S.}

15: Ellie

Important Author's Note at the end!
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Harry's pov
4 hours later

I am worried sick. It's been almost 5 hours and not one doctor or nurse has been out yet to tell us anything. I have went up to the main desk over a dozen times to ask, but they all say the same thing.

"Sir, the surgery is still ongoing. Please sit down, someone will be out to update you soon."

I stopped believing that after the fourth time I asked.

I'm not the only one who is antsy and on edge. Everyone is worried and angry. Especially Liam. Niall had to stop him from barging back behind the double doors, twice.

The nurses patched Zayn up, and he's currently resting in a room. The only thing broken is his leg. A couple of us went to see him but he's adamant on no one seeing him in his 'weak state' as he put it. But now we are all mostly concerned with Ellie since we now know that Zayn will be okay.

Right now, I'm so worried that I'm pacing back and forth like a caged animal. I feel like I'm about to explode if I don't get some answers.

I'm about to go back up to the front desk again when the doors swing open. Seeing Dr. Jenkins, we waste no time. The five of us barrel over to him. He looks tired and worn out but besides that, I can't read his face.

Will this be good news or bad news?

Ellie's pov

My body feels like it's being tied down by bricks. Everything aches, but the real pain is coming from my abdomen. I hear a faint beeping noise and my nose stings from the smell of antiseptic.

Where am I? What happened?

The last thing I remember is... that's right. I jumped in front of Harry as that guy shot at him. I got shot. I keep my eyes closed as I try to wrap my mind around this.

I know that I'm in a hospital, but where is everyone? Opening my eyes just to check, the white room is empty. They're probably just in the waiting room. I try to reason with myself but I can't help but feel horribly alone.

Looking around the stark white room, I try not to panic. Should I try to get up? I mean, I was shot so maybe I should just call a nurse. I look around for the nurse button, but don't see it. Screw it, I'll just get up by myself.

Thinking I'm going to sit up, I only barley lift myself before a splitting pain racks throughout my body. I feel something warm seeping in my midsection. When I look down, the white sheet is dark with blood and the pain intensifies.

"Ahh!"

My heart rate spikes as seen on the monitor and suddenly nurses rush in.

They all crowd me, hurriedly pulling off my hospital gown and holding pressure on my abdomen. One nurse runs out and quickly comes back with bandages. Tears fill my eyes against my own will at the pain.

Then I hear a familiar voice.

"The fuck I can't go in here, she needs me! Get out of the damn way!"

Harry?

"Harry?!"

It's quiet except for the nurses, then all I see is floppy curls bursting through the door and over to me.

Harry grabs my clammy hand and squeezes tightly. "I'm here El, it's going to be okay." I squeeze back as hard as I can, tears threateningto fall.

I know that I seem crazy for clinging onto Harry like this and not Liam. But with everything I've been through with Harry... I don't know, I just feel safer with him which is ironic. Also, I'm not sure if I can even trust Liam at this moment.