Dark 2- Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 9

Amanda's Point Of View

Louis held me close to him as I sobbed into his chest. What happened was just so surreal, Sammy could die today and I'd be the one to blame, it'd be all my fault and that would just kill me inside knowing I killed my younger cousin. I mean how could I possibly live with myself knowing I should be the dead one and Sam should still be alive and happy? Every time I would look in the mirror I would be reminded of Sam and how I killed him. I just prayed to god Sammy would be fine, I'd still feel horrible about the pain that I have caused him but at least he'd be alive. I slowly was able to calm myself down, cuddling into the soft fabric of Louis' shirt as he continued to comfort me and rock me back and forth.

"How about I drive you to the hospital and we can see how Sam's doing, does that sound good to you?" Louis asked quietly, mumbling the words into my hair where his lips still lingered.

I pulled away from the hug and looked at him, sniffling once as I nodded my head in response to his question. I wasn't sure if I could talk right now, and even if I could I wasn't sure what to say, I mean what could I say about what just happened?

"Alright, come on love let's go," Louis murmured softly.

He stood up and took both of my hands in his, pulling me up off the blood-covered ground of the bar and to my feet before he led me out to his car. He helped me into the passenger seat and got into the drivers side next to me, instantly roaring the car to life. He took off quickly driving down the road in the direction of the hospital the paramedics had said they were taking Sammy to. I wasn't sure what to expect when we arrived at the hospital. Sam could be fine, or he could be unconscious, or he could even be dead already. A few tears escaped my eyes and rolled down my cheeks but I didn't bother to wipe them away, I didn't care who saw me crying at this point. The car was silent the whole way to the hospital beside me sniffling. Louis didn't say a single word to me and I didn't know what to say so I just sat there crying quietly to myself. We were soon pulling up to the hospital and the second we were parked I was jumping out of the vehicle and hurrying inside, Louis following close behind me. I burst through the front door loudly hurrying to the main desk causing the people in the waiting room to look at me. I figured I looked like a bloody mess, literally, I had Sammy's blood on my hands, shirts, and pants, my makeup had streaked down my face from the tears, my hair was a mess, and my eyes were red and puffy from crying.

Before the lady at the front desk could even ask what I needed I said hurriedly, "Samuel York, I need to see Sam."

"He's in room 34 but the doctors don't want anybody seeing Samuel right now," the lady said but I barely heard the last part considering I took off running down the hallway towards room 34.

I reached the room and grabbed the knob of the door, turning it and flinging it open as Louis practically yelled, "Amanda, they said you can't see him right now."

I hadn't even stepped inside when the doctor inside noticed me and said harshly, "you can't be in here."

I was pushed back out into the hall by the doctor before he slammed the door shut but I had caught a glimpse of Sam and he didn't look very good, he didn't look good at all. He was hitched up to all sorts of machines and several doctors were gathered around him. They were speaking in hushed but urgent voices, their words drowned out by the steady beep of the heartbeat monitor. He was alive. I let out a small sigh of relief, at least he was still alive right now.

"Amanda, let's go wait in the waiting room until we can see him, you should probably get some sleep," Louis mumbled, snapping me out of my thoughts as I turned around to look at him. He looked really worried, almost like he was about to start crying himself.

"No," I murmured as I shook my head, my voice was quiet and strained. I wasn't sure if he actually heard me or not.

"Come on, I'll stay up and wake you as soon as the doctors say we can see him, alright?" Louis said quietly, taking my hand in his as he pulled me closer to him.

"Promise?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I promise," he replied.

He pulled me into him for a hug, wrapping both his arms around my waist, holding me close. I wrapped my arms around his torso, burrying my face in his chest as fresh warm tears rolled down my cheeks. I needed Sammy. I needed Louis. I needed both of them or else I don't know what I'd do.

"I love you Louis," I murmured into his shirt.

"I love you more Amanda," he replied, not letting go of me. "Now come on, let's go to the waiting room."

He slowly let go of me but kept one arm wrapped around my waist, leading me to the crowded waiting room. We sat down in two chairs in the far corner of the room where nobody else really was. Louis took my hand, holding onto it tightly as I rested my head on his shoulder, beginning to drift in and out of sleep.