One Direction and Five Seconds of Summer Doctor Imagines and Sickfics

Snow Storm

I breathed in the cold fresh air that blew into my room from the open window. It made me feel belonged. Snow was a big part of me, mainly because I was born during snow storm 14 years ago.

I changed into warm clothes and crept out of my room as slowly as possible. I stopped for a second, checking if my dad and uncles were still asleep. No sound.

I smiled while entering the kitchen and eating two bananas. I needed some energy since I was thinking about doing some skiing today.

After I had collected my skis, written a note for my dad, take my phone from charging I was ready to go.

A trail went by out winter house and I couldn't be happier about it. It caves me felt so good to be outside. Kilometers just went by.

When the trail turned to the thick forest I decided to turn back. Boys were probably already awake and it seemed like the road wasn't covered with snow well.

I got ready to descend the hill but somewhere in the middle of it, I tripped. I almost screamed as the right side of my body came into the contact with the ground, hitting some rocks that were sticking out. I rolled all the way down but just laid there. I didn't have the power to stand up and my whole side was burning. I probably broke my skis too.

When my clothes were dripping wet, I gathered enough energy to grab my phone only to see that I was out of the service.

I groaned in pain when I sat up, tears streaming down my face. I felt dizzy, nauseous and extremely cold. Like there is no warmth in the world.

I grabbed the broken piece of my ski and tied it around my leg with broken strips of my jacket as it was the most painful. I was also going to walk on it because no joke, I needed my Dad Louis here right now. He and my uncles are all doctors and right now I was so glad that they actually studied it.

I stood up after a while, only determination holding me up. It was my only chance.

I hold myself up with my other ski and as slowly as possible moved down the trail, checking my phone quite often to see if I still didn't have service.

The pain numbed over the time and I can just remember my thoughts about moving forward. My mind was foggy and most of the time it felt as I was going to pass out. Only my determination kept me going.

A few minutes later, I fell to the ground. It was impossible to move further because it hurt so much and I knew that something was really wrong with my head. I couldn't even walk straight, everything was spinning in front of my eyes and I generally felt like I was going to puke.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and signed in relief as I saw that I had service.

I fast dialed my father's number and dropped the phone beside my head, trying to lay completely still to ease the pain.

"Crystal, where are you? We are worried. You didn't pick up your phone." my father rambled but I believe I only heard half of it.

"Dad, I'm going to pass out" I whispered. Everything fell silent for a moment and then I heard hell broke loose.

"Baby, where are you? I'm coming to you."

"Ski trail. Dad, it hurts."

"I know, baby, I know. Please talk to me. Stay awake. We are coming." He tried to keep me awake but I just zoned out.

I heard him calling 911 at the same time, talking with boys, trying to keep me awake and getting himself ready. I heard him say that he will start to run down the trail already, leaving boys to waiting for help. I heard the snow crunch under his shoes. I heard a lot but I never replied. At some moment I closed my eyes and just let myself slip away. I had hold on as long as I needed and now I wanted to sleep.