Treacherous (Niall Horan)

Monitor

Moni- Mon- Monitors... That's... Is that what's...
My head hurts... And... When did the lights get so bright?
It's cold.. Really cold...

I see blurry figures. They're hovering over me... One is shining a light in my eyes and another is.. Fucking A my chest hurts..
I...
Sam......

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The monitor sound returns. I open my eyes slowly and groan softly. I blink a few times and look around. Niall is sitting in a chair beside me, his head in his hands.
My voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, as I try to speak.
"Niall..." He doesn't react. "Niall.."
His head snaps up. His eyes, bloodshot. His voice is hoarse too.
"Chey......"
I smile weakly.
"Hey, babe..." He lets out a long breath and holds one of my hands. I squeeze it weakly. "I'm okay.."
"Cheyenne... You almost-"
"But I didn't.."
"Yeah, but-"
"Niall... I'm here.."
He looks at me for a while, unmoving, before he finally nods.
"Please don't ever leave me... Please.."
I sigh softly.
"Come here...."
I slowly scoot over in my hospital bed- actually, it's more like a brick, but whatever- to make room for him. He just sits there, but I give his hand a tug that makes him stand. He slowly lays down next to me and I snuggle close to him- as close as I can get without it hurting. He wraps his arms around me lightly and puts his face in my hair.
Then his walls break down.
And I just hold him.

Until it's only the monitor making sounds.