ANOTHER WORLD- 1D Fanfiction

12. Bad News

I'M SO SORRY I WAS OUT OF TOWN AND DIDN'T HAVE SERVICE

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER

I'M SORRY

Also, almost 200 reads?! Thank you so much!!

Word Count: 908

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The first thing Niall felt was a sharp pain in his leg. He slowly shifted around, groaning. He blinked his eyes open, immediately snapping them shut at the blinding lights.

"Niall?" A voice asked. Harry. That was Harry.

"Lights." He murmured. His voice was raw, like it hadn't been used in weeks.

"You can open your eyes now, Babes. The lights are off."

He slowly pried open his eyes, blinking several times to adjust. He could see his mum, Greg, and the lads sitting around his bed.

"'ere am I?" He groaned.

"You're in the hospital, mate." Liam said.

"Why?" Niall asked. The door opened, and a doctor came in.

"Niall! You're awake! I'm Doctor Alpa, I'll be taking care of you for the rest of your stay." Doctor Alpa grabbed a clipboard. "What do you remember, Niall? Do you know why you're here?"

Niall thought for a minute, as everything came back to him. "I was with...M-M-M-Martian. He...shot me. My l-l-l-leg. I...passed out?"

Doctor Alpa nodded, smiling. "Excellent!"

"You gave us quite a scare, Babes." Maura said, squeezing Niall's hand. Niall chuckled softly.

"Sorry. Guess I needed to sleep for a couple days."

Everyone in the room stared at him, eyes full of concern.

"Niall..." Doctor Alpa began. "How long do you think you were unconscious?"

"Uhm... a day? Maybe two?"

Doctor Alpa scribbled furiously on the clipboard. Everyone continued looking at him.

"What?" He asked. Doctor Alpa sighed.

"Niall; you were in a coma for nearly 3 weeks."

"W-w-w-what?" Niall stuttered. Doctor Alpa nodded. 

"It's a lot to take in. I need to go process a few vital exams, and your friends here need some breakfast. We'll give you time to take everything in."

Doctor Alpa left. The boys shuffled out of the room. Niall turned to his mother, glaring.

"Babes, are you alright?"

"What do you think, Mum? I was in a coma for 3 weeks thanks to your stupid boyfriend!"

Maura sighed. "Ni Bear, I'm so sorry about-"

"A drug dealer? Really, mum? First a abusive drunkard, and now a drug dealer? Gee, you really know how to pick 'em!" He huffed, turning away from Maura, wincing at the movement in his leg.

"Baby." Maura sobbed. "Please forgive me. You know I already feel terrible about what happened with your father! If I had known that Lester would bring any harm upon you, I never would've looked his way! Please, Baby, please! I love you so, so much, you know that! You know I love you! I'd never want anyone to hurt you! Please, Baby, I'm so sorry! I'm so-"

Niall cut her off with a hug, feeling guilty. "It's okay, Mum."

"No, Babes, it's not okay-"

"Mum, I forgive you. Not your fault."

"I love you, Baby."

"I love you, Mum."

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That night, all the boys, besides Harry, had gone home. Maura was still seated besides him. Greg was down in the cafeteria, getting some food. 

"Josh texted Louis a video of the girls at school." Harry told Niall, laughing. "You wouldn't believe how upset they are! The whole deal with-"

He was cut off by Doctor Alpa coming in, a grim look on his face.

"Maura? Harry? May I speak to Niall alone for a few minutes?"

Maura and Harry shared a look, leaving the room. Doctor Alpa sat besides Niall.

"Niall. How're you feeling?"

"It still hurts." He mumbled. Doctor Alpa nodded. 

"We can get you on higher pain meds." He scribbled something down on his clipboard. "So, Niall. We got the results from your MRI. Looking over them closely, I'm afraid it's not good news." He sighed. Niall was looking at him, concerned. "Although it has began healing, your leg is still in a very weak and fragile stage. It would be very easy to re-injure it. So, when you aren't working with the physician, I'm confining you to a wheelchair. For how long, I don't know. That will depend on your physio appointments. But for now, no pressure on that leg at all. No walking-"

"No soccer?" Niall asked, tears brimming his eyes. Doctor Alpa nodded.

"I'm afraid so."

Doctor Alpa changed the pain meds going into Niall's IV drip, before leaving the room in silence. Maura and Harry came back in, only to find Niall sobbing.

"Ni! What's wrong?" Harry asked, running over and engulfing Niall in a gentle hug.

"H-h-h-h-h-he's putting me in a w-w-wheelchair! I--I-I-I-I can't play s-s-s-s-soccer! And he said h-h-h-h-he doesn't know how long!"

"Oh, Niall." Maura pouted. "It'll be okay."

Niall ripped out of Harry's arms, giving his mother a wild look. "No! It won't be okay! Don't you understand, Mum? Soccer is the only thing I have! It's the only thing that keeps me sane, that's kept me here! All those nights when I was starving, locked in the basement? All those days when I was laying on the floor, bleeding? When Dad beat me so badly I thought I would die? I always had soccer to go to! If I can't ever play soccer again then-" An ugly sob cut him off, as Niall buried his head into Harry's chest again.

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This one is literally so short, it feels weird.

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