what happens? // one direction

Chapter Nine.

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*Niall's POV*

"Zayn, do something! Do CPR! She can't die!" I shouted at him, as the tears streamed down my face.

I watched as Zayn set Kristel's limp body down on the cold, icy floor, and began doing compressions, as he counted the beats under his breath to himself.

"C'mon, Kris, c'mon," I whispered, my tears now blurrying my vision.

After five minutes of no response from Kristel, I gave up all hope of her coming back to us.

If she didn't wake up already, how would she suddenly wake up now?

All of a sudden, tthere was a sudden intake of breath from someone in the room, and I couldn't believe who it was.

Kristel.

She was alive.

She came back.

I guess miracles do happen.

"Oh my god, baby, you're okay, I thought I lost you," Zayn cooed, and he carefully picked Kristel up from the floor and set her into his lap, and began gently rocking her back and forth.

"Zayn, Niall," she said inbetween coughs, as she tried to catch her breath and bring it back to normal.

"It's okay, babe, everything is okay," Zayn murmured, as he rubbed her back soothingly.

"I can't br-breathe," she gasped, and I felt my stomach drop.

"Niall, what can we do to help her breathe? There's nothing here!" he shouted at me, frightened for the life of his love.

"I don't know!" I cried, now frightened as well, scared that we'd lose her again, but this time she wouldn't come back.

That's when I had an idea. I had seen it on one of these TV shows once where this girl was having a hard time breathing because her airway was clogged with blood or fluid, so they had to..

"Zayn, do you have a pen and a straw by any chance?" I asked him quickly, praying to God that he did.

"What the fuck, Niall? I think there is something more important going on right now than worrying if I have a pen and a straw!" he snapped, as he frantically looked around the room for something that'd help her breathe once more.

"No, Zayn! The pen and straw can help her breathe!"

"What do you mean it can help her breathe? What the heck can you do with a pen and a straw?!"

I took a breath, and said, "We'll need to stab her in the throat with the pen, and then stick the straw in the hole. It might sound crazy, but it works! It's our last hope!"

"No, no Niall," she gasped, grabbing onto her throat, as her face began to turn blue.

"Kris, you have to let us! Please! If we don't do it, you might not live!" I pleaded, as she continued to deliberately grab at her throat, her face now almost purple.

She then leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, as she closed her eyes and removed her hands from her throat, her heart slowly stopping from not getting any blood to it.

"Kristel! Wake up, Kris! Zayn, you have to do it! Please, otherwise she's going to die!"

"I can't do it, Niall. I can't," he croaked, as tears started running freely down his face.

If someone didn't do it really soon, she was going to leave us, and not come back this time.

If Zayn wasn't going to do it, then I was going to have to.