The Unluck of the Irish

Part 6: Coma

I waited, pacing back and forth in the waiting room, crying. They took Niall back to surgery two hours ago. His lungs got filled with blood. One of his ribs had apparently impaled a lung. I was terrified. I want him to be ok. I want my little snowflake to be ok... I love him.. I want a family with him.. I can't lose my baby.. He's everything I live for. I was still pacing when I saw Niall's doctor approach me.

"Ms. Watson?"

"Yes?!"

"Mr. Horan's okay, but I'm afraid he's in a coma.. We stopped the bleeding but he can't breath on his own. We have him on a breathing tube. You may see him if you'd like.."

"Oh my God..."

"We don't know when or if he'll wake up.."

"O-Okay.. Thank you.."

I walked into his room to find him sound asleep. His cheeks were flushed, his hair was a mess, and his breathing was slow and steady. I took his hand into mine, giving it a kiss.

"You'll be okay, my love..."

I started bawling my eyes out. I hated seeing him like this. I want my bouncy Nialler back..

"Baby, wake up.. I wanna see those big, beautiful, blue eyes..."

He didn't move. I kept crying. I wanted to feel his lips against mine.. I want him to tell me everything will be ok.. I want to love him and feel his big, strong arms around my waist... I want to hear that gorgeous, Irish accent... I want him..

I held his hand against my forehead, crying uncontrollably...

"Please, come back..."