Imagines♡

He is the hero! (en.)

It was a raining sunday morning and I was still sleeping when I got a call from the hospital telling me to come as fast as I could. I drove at the maximum. Was someone hurt? Did something happen? I didn't know what was happening. When I arrived at the hospital, I asked the secretary where I was supposed to go.
-Your name please?, said the young secretary.
-Liam Payne! They called me earlier in the day saying I needed to come ASAP.
-Oh Liam! You go on the second floor, door twenty-seven. A doctor is supposed to be there.
I ran up the stairs to the second floor. My heart was beating so fast.
At the twenty-seventh door, I knocked, hoping someone would be in there.
-Come in, said a old man.
-Hi! I am Liam, I introduced myself, wanting him to shake my hand.
He shook it and told me:
-I know who you are young man. You may sit down, I have something really important to tell you.
-What is it?!
-There is a donor for your missing kidney. If you accept, you get it tomorrow morning. If you don't, the person after you on the list will get it.
-Oh my god, I responded.
I was in shock. I would get to have a normal life.
- May I asked who is the donor?, I asked.
-You know we can give our kidneys even when we're alive, yeah?
-Yes, I know.
-Well, the donor died yesterday at 11:56 PM. If he didn't die you wouldn't get his kidney because he didn't want to give it while he was alive. He is a sixteen years old teenager who already gave his heart to a young father. They had a baby two weeks ago.
-Oh my god. God bless this kid. I accept Dr.
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Here I was, in a gown in a hospital bed with my four best friends at my side.
-Everything will be ok, leeyum, said Harry.
They all hugged me and doctors wheeled my bed away from them. They put a mask on me and I fell asleep.
I woke up ten hours later, feeling a slight pain on the tight side of my belly. Their was a scar, a big red scar which wasn't recovered yet. They must thought I would wake up later.
They came in and cleaned the "wound" before putting a bandage on it.
My four best friends came in and hugged me again.
-You're alive!, Harry told me.
-Hey you were the one who told me everything would be fine!
-Yeah well I was worried sick!
We all laughed and talk and I fell asleep again.
When I woke up a doctor asked me if I wanted to talk to one of the donor's relative. I accepted.
When I entered in the small room, I saw a man, probably in his fifties, who looked happy.
The boys followed me and we all sat down.
-Thank you a lot for coming. It means so much to me.
-It means a lot to me too, I said back.
We talked and talked and at the end. I got up slowly due to my operation, and hugged the man. The boys did the same. We all thanked him one by one and before we exit the room he said:
-Thank my son, he is the hero!
That is totally real. That sixteen years old boy who died in a car accident made me live a lot longer than I was supposed to. He died saving me. He is my hero!