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#138: You Have to Go in For Surgery

#138:  You Have to Go in For Surgery - eatyourheartoutziall

Harry:  You are lying in a hospital bed, throat throbbing. You were getting your tonsils out and you were in far too much pain to even worry, you just wanted them out. Harry is pacing the room. You instantly knew he was nervous. You reach out your arms, trying to gain his attention. He turns, seeing that you want him. You move over in the bed so he can slide in behind you. He lies down, moving you so you are resting in his arms. “I’m going to be okay.” You whisper in his ear, trying not to strain your voice too much. Harry just stays silent, drawing circles on your gown. “Harry, please say something.” “I’m scared.” “What?” You move to stare at your boyfriend, shocked by his confession. “I have never had someone I care about so much go into surgery. It scares me, the whole idea of it all.” You hug your boyfriend tighter. “I’m going to be okay, you watch, I’ll be brand new.” You see a smile appear on his face for the first time today. “Okay Y/N, we are ready for you now.” Your nurse stands at your door. You look to Harry, his smile had faded, your nerves starting to kick in. “Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up.” Harry nods his head and kisses your lips. “Promise” You are wheeled down the corridor and into the operating theatre. When you wake it is night, and when you look around you see a body at the corner of your bed. Harry is fast asleep, yet his hand is wrapped tightly around yours. Even in his sleep, your boyfriend can be so adorable. The nurse comes in to check on you she needs to get to the drip that it attached to the hand Harry is holding. You move your hand ever so slightly but Harry moves it closer to him. You didn’t have the courage to wake him so the nurse just smiled, leaving you with your sleeping boyfriend with the promise to be back two hours later.

Niall:  Your number one phobia was hospitals, so right now you were in a living nightmare. You had been booked in for day surgery for your sinuses. It was a simple operation but you feared the worst. You sat waiting, eyes darting as patient after patient left for their surgery. You look to your left; Niall is sitting there, his right hand entwined with yours, his left holding up an old gossip magazine. You give his hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes darting to meet yours. “Hey” you whisper. “Hi.” Niall observes your face and notices the tell-tale signs that you are about to cry. Your eyes become misty, your lips twitching, eyebrows furrowed as you try and hold the tears in and be strong, but you just can’t. As the first tears fall, Niall is pulling you onto his lap, discarding the magazine. “Look at me.” You bury your head into his chest. “Y/N, look at me, please.” You can hear the desperation in his voice. You move so that you can peer at your boyfriend. “You are going to be fine. He has done this operation hundreds of times. You’ll go in there and they will make you better baby. Think no more headaches. You won’t have to hide away this face anymore.” He pokes your nose as you giggle, cuddling closer to your boyfriend. You are about to speak up again when you hear your name being called. “I’ll be there when you wake up. I love you.” He leaves a kiss on your lips as you walk into the operating surgery. You wake, dazed and confused and only wanting one thing, Niall. You peer around, seeing nurses around you. “Oh, hey you’re awake. We have someone who is excited to see you.” You open your eyes a little more, fighting off the urge to fall back asleep. Your eyes lock with Niall’s, a huge sigh of relief washes over him. He walks over to you. “Hey, there’s my girl.” He kisses you softly and takes a seat next to you, taking a hold of your hand as you drift back into sleep.  

Liam:  A computer, that was the only way that your boyfriend Liam could see you before you went into knee surgery. “So have they come around for the pre-operation checks?” Liam asks through the screen, his face painted with worry. “Yeah, they came about half an hour ago. They said I should be in within the next hour.” Liam nods, “How are you feeling?” “I’m feeling good.” You fake a smile. Truth was you were anything but good. You were so nervous. You had been throwing up for the past day with worry and the fact that Liam wasn’t there made you more nervous then you should be. Liam immediately knew you were lying, he could read you like a book. He could see the way your eyes darted away from him, the muscles in your neck tensing. “Please don’t lie to me baby. Tell me how you are really feeling.” You look up to meet his face defeated; you knew he would figure it out. “I’m scared Li. What if something goes wrong? What if I can never walk again or they make a mistake?” The tears start to form in your eyes. “No, sweetheart, don’t cry. You will be fine, and do you know why?” You can only shake your head. “Because you are strong, way stronger than me. If I were in your position I’d be shaking like a leaf, refusing to even let them touch me. You don’t know how proud of you I am. I love you.” Hearing these words come out of Liam’s mouth made you feel a bit better, as he spoke reassuring words to you until the nurse came in, taking you away for your surgery.

Zayn:  “I’m sorry Mr Malik, but at this moment in time she needs emergency surgery to save her life.” The doctor was trying to explain what was happening but he had already shut down. His mind was travelling a million miles per hour. You thought you had cramps, but as the night went on the pain got worse and worse. You were never a fan of hospitals so Zayn knew it was serious when you woke him up and begged him to take him. They had just found that you has appendicitis, and it had gotten so bad that your appendix was about to burst so surgery was the only option. Zayn walked back into your room, the pain relief was slowly fading away so Zayn could see the pain written over your face. You were currently moving yourself into a ball, hoping that would take away the pain. Zayn moved to sit on the bed, brushing away your hair so he could see your eyes. They were squeezed shut, trying to focus on removing the pain. “I love you.” Zayn whispered as you open your eyes, quickly shutting them again as another wave of pain hit. “I don’t want surgery, I’ll be fine.” “Says the girl who can’t move at the moment. Baby you need this, you need to get better. You are in so much pain and this is the only option. I know you are scared but I hate seeing you in pain.” You open your eyes once move, moving to grab his hand. “You are strong baby. You’ll be okay.” You nodded as the doctor returned, rushing you away for emergency surgery. When you wake up your room is filled with flowers. “See, I told you everything would be fine.” You look up to see the smug look of your boyfriend face as he comes and sits with you, keeping you up to date with what you missed out on while you were under.

Louis:  “Louis, can you please sit still?” Louis was currently wandering around your hospital room, playing with all the items that were sitting in there. “But just imagine if I was a doctor, like how cool would that be?” Louis puts some gloves on and undoes his jacket, trying to act like a doctor. “Oh my god. How did I get stuck with you?” You giggle as Louis comes and does an inspection of his ‘patient’. “You seem perfectly fine to me, no surgery for you.” You cheer. “Yay, thank you Doctor Tomlinson.” Both your laughing dies down as Louis comes and sits beside you. “You’re worried aren’t you Lou?” You look over to your boyfriend, his regular smile has disappeared. “I thought I was hiding it well.” “Louis Tomlinson, you forget, I know you better then you know yourself.” Louis can only sigh as he grabs your hand. “Just promise me you’ll wake up. Promise me that I won’t have to wake up alone. Please, just promise that you’ll be okay.” You had never seen your boyfriend so vulnerable. “Louis, I promise I will be fine. The doctor knows what he is doing, I’ll be up and moving before you know it. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Louis giggles at this as he moves to lie beside you, your head resting on his chest. “I love you. I’ll be counting down the seconds until I get to hear your voice again.” “I love you too Lou.” You sigh as you hear the doctor shuffle into the room, but Louis’ grip tightens around you. “Please, just five more minutes.” The doctor can hear the desperation in his voice as he leaves you two alone. In those five minutes, Louis traces every part of your body, trying to remember ever inch as if he will never see you again.