I woke up on a white bed. I had IVs hooked up to me. My curtains we drawn so I didn't have any communication with anyone else. It was actually kind of nice. But what had happened last night?
I tried to recall my memories, but nothing came back. My brain felt empty.
"Hallie?" a familiar voice asked. No one answered. Who was Hallie?
A small woman then walked into my hospital room. "Hallie, I'm your nurse. Do you remember me?" I shook my head. "I feared that's how you would respond. I'm just going to run some tests and check some things while people come in and talk to you. Is that okay?"
I nodded and used the remote next to me to incline my bed forward. Now I sat in it more like a chair.
"Great," the small woman said and called out into the hallway, "Send in Mary Thomas."
A skinny woman cautiously walked into the room. She wore her hair down with a headband holding it back. She was very pretty disregarding the fact that her eyes were puffy from crying. She smiled warmly at me and I returned the smile. The woman, Mary Thomas, then sat in one of the chairs in my small room.
"Hallie?" The woman asked me. I guess I was Hallie. Everyone was calling me that. "Do you remember me?" Her voice was pleading.
I strained my brain and really looked at her. Nothing. I shook my head sadly.
She held back tears. "Well, I'm your mother. You're Halina Elizabeth Thomas. We call you Hallie." She looked at me, waiting for some recognition.
I looked down at the bed sheets. "I don't remember." I said. "Where am I? What happened?"
The woman, my mother, sniffled. "You're in the hospital. Your father, well, he went on a sort of rampage last night. He was shooting people. You happened to get hit."
I tried to process this. "Who else was hurt?" I asked looking at her and then to the nurse.
The nurse looked at my mother and gave her a look. My mom nodded and then ran to me. She hugged me tightly before saying, "I love you," and leaving the room.
I glanced at the nurse. "Who else was hurt?" I repeated.
"We will discuss that with you later." She didn't look at me. "Send in the boys." She called to the hallway again.
In entered a two boys with brown hair, one with blonde hair, and one with black hair. They all smiled at me. I slightly cocked my head to one side trying to remember if I knew them.
"Hallie," the blonde one said. He had an Irish accent. "I'm Niall. We met you just before our concert two days ago." He said slowly.
I looked at all of them again. "You're missing one." I noticed. My memory had failed me every time but right now. I remembered meeting five boys before a concert. One Direction. They were One Direction. But there were five boys in One Direction, and only four boys stood in front of me.
Niall nodded. "Yes, we are. Do you remember us?" They all smiled expectantly.
I sat up in my bed-chair. I pointed to the one brown haired boy. He was wearing a red plaid shirt. "Liam?" I asked.
He laughed, "Yes!"
I smiled too. "Louis, Zayn!" I looked at the other two boys. They all ran to me and engulfed me in a hug.
"Ow!" I yelped, holding my side. I had just noticed it now. It was wrapped with a ton of bandages, it had signs that it had been bleeding at one point.
"Oh, sorry," Louis said.
Then I remembered. My memory flooded into my brain, making it hurt. The sanctuary, the fight. The concert. Janie. Harry. They were the ones that came for me! They were the two people that had fought with that evil man. My father.
"Harry," I whispered to myself. "Where is he?" I asked looking at all of them.
They all glanced down at their feet. "Hallie," Zayn started.
"No," I said in disbelief. "He can't be..." Harry had sacrificed his life for me. He saved my life by giving his. Tears poured down my face.
"He's not dead, Hallie," Niall said, "He's just not with us fully yet."
I looked at the nurse. "I want to see him."
"You can't Hallie. You aren't stable enough to walk yet." She responded soothingly.
"Then wheel me to his room! Do something! I want to see him." I repeated.
She sighed and pulled one of the curtains open. And there was Harry. He was lying on his own white bed. His brown curls were matted with blood and he was as pale as a ghost. I gasped.
The nurse looked at me sympathetically. "He's in a coma right now, but the doctors are working furiously to bring him out of it."
I looked at the boys. "We cancelled all of our concerts this month." Liam said sadly.
I was to blame. This was all my fault. Harry being in a coma. The boys having to cancel their tours. Then another thought pierced my brain.
"Where," I asked, my voice shaking. "is Janie?"