*ELLE
I tried to talk to him, I tried to tell him I was okay.
But what if I was wrong? What if I wasn't okay.
I watched as Niall was pushed out of the room, all I wanted was him here with me.
I would be fine, if he was.
The oxygen mask was pulled off me quickly.
I felt little shocks in my chest.
Once.
Twice.
And then nothing. I felt nothing.
I heard nurses shouting, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
I couldn't even move my pinky. Something was wrong.
But, what?
*NIALL
I needed her to be alright.
If she wasn't, I wasn't.
I heard shouting from inside her room, and I was loosing it. I couldn't tell if she was alright or not.
Louis soon came by my side, asking where she was and how she was doing.
I had to tell him. Elle was not doing okay, whether I liked it or not.
Her doctor came out into the hallway.
I'm crying over here, expecting the worst news ever.
"Niall? You are Elle's husband, correct?"
"Yes sir, how is she?" I asked, nervously.
"Elle has a severe brain concussion, causing her to slip in and out of consciousness randomly. This could be very serious, and potentially fatal. We need to keep her here for a week and monitor her brain waves. She was lucky she didn't die at the scene."
This didn't make me feel better at all. She was still fighting for her life, not knowing when it would all end.
Louis was sitting there, tears rolling down his face.
"Lou, it's okay, she will be okay." I tried.
"But what if she's not? What if she isn't okay, Niall? What are we gonna do without her? I haven't even known her for that long and I already feel connected towards her like she was my little sister!" Louis yelled, walking away.
Realization just hit me. Elle might not be okay.
And I can't do anything about it.
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Nothing.
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(A/N)
This was really short and sucky.
Sorry I haven't updated in 5175882995 years.
Well I've gotten over 80 reads, so that's a plus.
Anyways favorite this book, and I will love you forever.
~Elle xx
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