That Brunette And Me

Amelia just moved to Britain from a small town, after having a terrible relationship with a past boyfriend. She meets superstar Liam Payne, but can she get over heartbreak, the wrath of Directioners, and being in fame? Or will she break under the pressure?



73. Wild.

*Liam's POV*

"First of all, since it must be killing you all," the doctor chuckled, but was cut off by Elle's death glare. He cleared his throat and continued speaking. "Amelia is just fine, and is currently in stable condition."

My heart expanded quickly, making me grin wide as I realized that she was going to be okay. We both were going to be okay. Harry slapped my leg, smiling widely at me. The doctor nodded and smiled, his legs now crossed as he waited for us to quiet down from our shouts of joy.

"When can we see her?" I asked, wiping a happy tear from my eye. The doctor was quiet, but answered quickly.

"Soon." he sighed, wiping his brow. "This is the hard part. Amelia is not awake yet."

I was confused. I didn't expect her to be awake so soon after her surgery. They had her loaded on painkillers and other drugs anyways, right? So it was kind of my expectation that she was going to be fatigued for a very long while after the surgery.

"It's cause of the drugs, right?" Niall asked from the other side of the room. The doctor acknowledged him, his lips pursed.

"Well, partly."

It's always bad news that you get from doctors, isn't it? I knew in my heart that the doctor was holding back, most likely to spare our feelings. While I didn't appreciate that right now, I probably would later, and I could feel the weight of the situation already on my shoulders, making my head pound and my eyesight swirl.

"You see, Amelia was suffering from internal bleeding, since her stitches broke. Luckily, we fixed that just in time. If you had been here just an hour later, we are not sure if we would've saved her. Her stitches are now back, and this time without any problems later in life. We can be positive of that. Our specialists are taking her through the CT scan right now to check for any head injuries that could've factored anything."

"Factored into what? She's been fine!" Elle finally spoke after a long spell of silence, her eyes wide and glaring. The doctor looked to me, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, um, Amelia did experience some memory difficulty back in Hawaii this past week." I suggested, shrugging my shoulders. The doctor nodded, his lips turning down in a crooked frown.

"That could very well be caused by head damage," the doctor said, clasping his hands together in his lap. "Now, I was told that Miss Harding was in some type of accident a few months ago?"

I nodded, telling him the entire story and what the doctors had told us, all the while with tears pressing against my eyes. He nodded, understanding what was going on.

"So, what I have picked up on is that Miss Harding did suffer some type of head injury?"

Elle sounded a small 'yes' when no one else did. I looked down at my hands, which were clenched into fists to stop any trembling motion.

The doctor began to speak, but was interrupted by a beeping noise coming from his pocket. He took out a small black pager and pressed a button. A voice came out of the device.

"We need you in A&E in the CT room immediately."

My hand gripped the wooden arm of the chair as the doctor stood, nodding at us, and walking briskly through the doors. Before they closed, Elle sprinted over and held the door open with her foot. She stared at us with wild eyes as she motioned for us to follow her. I shook my head. Was she completely insane?

Or did I want to go as well?


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