This Love 2

chapter 37

this is a long chapter..well sort of bc i have an essay to write that has to be over 1,000 words so it'll take me a while and i wanted to give you guys a long chapter just in case i don't upload next week. ilysm. :)

Niall's P.O.V

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"Niall! Am I going to have to get surgery?! I was wearing those heels and I got pushed and tripped, but I didn't know it looked like this or would hurt like this! What's wrong with it?! Niall! My ankle isn't supposed to look like this! Niall! Look! Look at it!" She sits up, sitting between my legs with her back against my chest squirming around in front of me because she thinks her foot is going to fall off.

"Cleo, I see it. I'm looking at it, just be still you're making it worse by moving so much. Just calm down some, we'll take you to the hospital tomorrow to see what's going on with your ankle." I feel her back moving up and down quickly, so I move forward to put my head on her shoulder to make our cheeks touch.

"There's no need to cry, baby. Do you want to go to the emergency room tonight? How bad is it hurting? Does this hurt?" I lightly touch her ankle and she lets out a small cry.

"I want to go tonight. It h-hurts a lot," Cleo nods her head whenever she accidentally hits her foot against my leg from trying to move her legs around.

"Why is it swelling more?! Niall! Look! Niall!" I'm going to start laughing if she keeps freaking out and calling my name, but I can't do that because I can't tell if she's going to cry again or not.

"I see it, it didn't swell up more. You're not wearing your glasses that's why it looks even more blurry." The minute I move from behind her to go put my shoes, jumper, and sweatpants on Cleo gets out of the bed to hop over to me, but steps on the carpet and falls down to start crying.

"I was going to come back to the bed to put on your fuzzy little socks. That's why you hopped over here to the dresser isn't it?" I scoop her up off of the carpet and place her on the mattress.

By the time we get in the car, Cleo has on one of my jumpers, yoga pants, and those ugly little socks of hers.

"What if they tell me I have to get surgery?" I carry Cleo inside of the Emergency Room once we arrive and she signs in on the clipboard since I'm holding her. She keeps an arm latched around my neck, so she won't fall even though I'd never let that happen, but her grip is tight whenever they call her name five minutes later.

"What if I have to get my leg chopped off?" Her eyes get wider and wider the closer we get to the doctors office.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Barnes. What seems to be the problem today?" The man asks and Cleo points to her foot.

"I fell while I was wearing heels, but I didn't think it'd be this bruised." The doctor takes off her sock to examine it, then calls in another doctor to take a look at her ankle.

"What? What? What- why are you looking? What is going on? What? I don't have to get surgery do I? Please say no," I think she has to.

"If you would've came in earlier as soon as it happened it could've been treated easier, but since it's swollen like this I'm afraid we have to. It won't take long at all, I promise darling you won't feel a thing. We'll start in a few minutes, I'll be back, so that we can begin heading to the back! Put this on also." He pats her shoulder as she stares off into space, holding the paper gown.

I never knew it'd be bad enough for her to have to get surgery, I honestly thought she was just being a drama queen about it.

"Let's go put this on you," I kiss her forehead and carry her to the restroom that smells like rubber gloves and metal.