Eliana is an average directioner who would love to see One Direction. Sadly for her, she suffers the disput of domestic violence. Only the prospect and hope that One Direction gives her helps her cope with her situation. However, when the thing she loves most has been shut off and she is taken in by some strangers, her life takes a turn for the worse. Will she ever rise up and become happy once more?


27. Is she going to die?

Still Niall's P.O.V ...

Eliana's health was deteriorating rapidly and we could do nothing. The whole band was beginning to act strange what with Harry avoiding me and the other boys not talking because they thought I was delusional and crazy enough to have seen Louis. We were being torn apart into worlds no one could ever imagine. I've been seeing Louis more often and the days have worsened. He would come  to sit by Eliana's bed and then watch over me as I went about my daily routine. Often I would wake in the night after a troubled sleep and he would be there, standing at the foot of my bed with an oddly endearing expression. He wouldn't talk, only would he watch and make conversation with his face. I wanted to speak out, to confront him. But fear grabbed hold of me and I didn't speak on the boundary I might be imagining him and talking to thin air would make me seem crazy. I was the only one that could see him and that fact frazzled my mind. Why though?

As I sat across the hospital floor, I heard the nurse whispering to the doctor. She cast her eyes in my direction; her brow creased in frustration and yet lonely remorse. She turned her attention back to the doctor where she continued her silent debate. Liam approached the two and stood listening to what they said. His head dropped and it lolled left and right and he struggled to form words. His mouth hung open, creasing as his limps trembled. I stared intently as he brought a hand to his face, harshly stroking his head. Even from a distance I could see he was having a hard time.

The doctor rested a hand on his shoulder and then nodded before whispering another thing to Liam and then to the nurse whom trotted off at his command. After a couple of minutes talking, the doctor waded through the corridor off to attend another patient, coat bustling as he did so. Liam looked around the room desperately, as if he could find some hope in the desolate and mechanical hospital room. His eyes landed on me where I could see they resembled glass. Wiping his cheeks harshly, he slowly made his way towards me where he let his hands drown themselves in his large trouser pockets.

"Hi Niall" He gave a smile but it was forced.

"What's wrong Liam?" Although I already expected what he was going to say.

"The doctor..." He breathed heavily. "He.." He took a deep breath, mustering his minute courage.

"The doctor said that Eliana is in rather a worse state than we imagined...she seemed on the recovery at first...but now she is deteriorating. She's not responding to the medication. The hospital staff will do all they can to help her but after a word with the doctor, we have to accept the possibility-" He chocked.

"-the possibility that she will eventually...die"

The words rung in my head, leaving me grappling at my ears in an attempt to make it stop. It was as if another realm had opened up, ready to swallow the world I once knew. All hope filtering through the cracks of the world's existence. I wanted to slip away into a haven for relaxation and to leave this barren world we were now trapped within.

All the time, even though I hadn't realised, Liam was holding onto me, trying to calm me down. His arms reached around my body and he slowly moved my hands so that they no longer compressed themselves on to my head.

"What are we to do Liam?" Through the whimpering of my voice and my pitiful sniffling I managed to make out Liam chanting only a few words.

"Live while we're young....cope" He smiled but it faded once he realised the words corresponded to a less than sad song.

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