When I Saw Him (One Direction and Shakira FanFic)

Chapter Thirteen ~ "Time Patience and Rest"

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~ Shakira's POV ~

Just as we made our way out of the front doors to the hospital, my cell phone burst into life. I answered hoping that it was Ayla, but was deeply disappointed to hear a mans voice that wasn't Niall's either.

"Hello, this is officer Kurt" Said the low voice on the other end of the line. "Is this Shakira Mebarek?"

I glared at Gerard strangely and answered into the phone, " Yes this is Shakira, what is this about?".

There was a long silence before the man spoke up. " I'm afraid there has been an accident."

"an accident? I answered cautiously" without realising that it could be Ayla and Niall.

"yes I'm afraid so Ma'am, We have an Ayla Guard here with a member of One Direction, Niall Horan. It seems they have gone over the bank. Ma'am they are being transported to hospital now, do not panic but, Ayla is in pretty bad shape."

I dropped the phone and as it hit the ground the screen smashed against the concrete.

I turned to Gerard with tears in my eyes and told him what the officer had said. "We have to go to the ER". I ran straight back inside and went to the front desk and asked, "which way to the ER?" She pointed down the corridor to a little sign which showed which way it was. I ran down the corridor and followed the directions, completely leaving Gerard behind.

The two doors that separated me from the ER department were locked and through the small window I could see paramedics rushing around. Looking passed all the panic I saw two stretchers being carried in. One of them had a woman on it but I couldn't see her face and the other looked like a man but a nurse that had rushed over blocked his face out of my view. I scurried over to the other window so I could see his face. Looking through the window and passed the nurse I could see that it was Niall, which meant that the woman was Ayla. Immediately I slammed my fists against the door in panic and continued to repeatedly whack the door to get the doctors attention. A man came over and yelled through the doors that I cannot enter. I screamed back to him that my best friend was on one of those stretchers but he just shook his head in an apologetic manner. I was going to get into that room whether they wanted me to or not. I didn't know what to do, was Ayla alright? I turned around and looked down the hall, Gerard was finally making his way down to where I was. "Gerard" I yelled, "make them open it! She's in there! ". Gerard came up to the door and yelled at the man to open up, but he still refused. As he tried convincing the man, I knew that I was running out of time to see Ayla. I turned around again and without thinking grabbed the stool that was to the side of the corridor, told Gerard to move and then smashed it against the door repeatedly. I heard the man yelling at me, "what the hell are you doing!". I didn't stop, again and again I smacked it into the door, leaving new dints every time. Gerard grabbed my arms and ripped the stool from me. "Please! I have to see her!" I cried at the man, who looked horrified at me. "Please!".

He came closer to the door and flicked a lever and unlocked the door which I then opened and ran over to the stretcher. It was Ayla alright. I put my hands to my face as I saw her damaged body, her eyes slowly opened and looked at me, "Shaki, where a-am I-I". I stepped back and started crying. Her face was covered in blood and her leg was twisted right around to the back of her body. The doctor that had blocked me from coming in came over to me and grabbed my shoulders, "Ma'am it's time to go". I walked backwards and turned out the door where Gerard was waiting for me. He opened his arms ready for me to fall into and then closed them tight around me once I did. Gerard leaned forward and gave the doctor our number and told them once they had news to call us.

Back at the house the tension flowing through the air was incredible. I hadn't properly talked to Gerard about the Harry situation and we were both nervously waiting for the phone to ring with news about Ayla and Niall. As time ticked by I grew more worried and agitated, Gerard had started pacing the floor and I couldn't stop staring at the phone. After another 10 awkward minutes the phone finally rang. Gerard answered as I anxiously waited. He looked at me and said that we would be there as soon as possible before hanging up the phone. "What did they say" I asked quickly. He grabbed the keys and said that they just told us to meet them at the hospital.

We again found ourselves at the hospital where a doctor was waiting for us. He showed us through to a room where he then sat us down. He then spoke, " we have contacted Ayla's family and have operated on what needed to be done and even though she has undergone a significant amount of injuries and broken bones, we believe that she will be alright and that she should stay here in L.A to recover. "So she's alright?" I questioned him. He glared sat me, " as I was saying, Ayla has gone through an incredible amount of pain in the last few hours and that hasn't helped her condition. Due to the extent of her injuries we were forced to place her in a temporary coma in order for her to heal without gaining any further stress". I looked at him confused, "that didn't tell me anything, is she alright or what? What is wrong with her?" He patiently sighed and began to explain, " Ayla has suffered a rather large force to the front of her head which has caused extreme swelling to the brain. She is extremely lucky to even be breathing right now. Apart from the head injury, her femur has been snapped right in half followed by her hamstring being torn. So, like I said before, we have placed her in a coma so no further stress can impact the swelling in her brain". I sat back in the chair and felt extremely sick. "What about Niall, is he going to be fine?" I asked as I remembered about him as the shock from Ayla cleared. "Niall is going to be just fine, he received a large laceration down his neck and chest due to the seat belt but we have stitched him up and even though he has lost a lot of blood, should be just fine. Now I advise that you go home and rest, as I can see, you are expecting and all this stress is definitely not good for your child". I stood up, thanked him and headed outside. After all this news I felt incredibly sick and faint and I surprisingly didn't care that the doctor basically told me I was fat, I mean I'm hardly showing at all? How did he know?

So right now, I was going to go home and rest.

And to all those who say your wedding day is supposed to be the best day of your life...

You are wrong.

~ sorry I haven't updated in ages, I kinda forgot about this book lol. I hope you like this chapter, it was really hard to write because I had no idea what I was doing and I didn't really feel like writing lol

~ Kiera