The Second Part Of My Life (Sequel to My Real Life)

Lily's life...has never been normal...this is life after her half-sister Charlie is in the hospital. Lily cope's with many situation's that affects her life.


9. Chapter 8

I was tossing and turning in the back of the car, thinking what just happened, really happened. I still couldn't see, and it felt like we were speeding our way through London.

  I heard police sirens, coming from behind the car. I moved my hand, and realised, they weren't tied. I untied the blindfold, and started bang on the windows. They weren't tinted, and I looked straight into the police car. He saw me, and hit something in his car. All of a sudden, more police cars came out, in the distance. They surrounded the car, and the car came to a sudden stop. All of the doors whipped open. The police grabbed the driver, and they helped me out. An ambulance drove by, and stopped in front of the SUV. The police led me to the ambulance, and the doors opened. Niall was laying there with a oxygen mask on. They helped me up, and I started holding Niall's hand.

  They rushed him into the hospital, and into the surgery area. I was told to sit in the waiting area. I started feeling really light headed, and touched my forehead. I felt something wet, and warm. I removed my hand, and saw blood. I started seeing black dots, and the next thing I know, I'm on the floor, and I passed out.

   I woke up to a beeping noise. All I heard was, beep, beep, beep. I looked to my left, and saw a heart monitor, and a rack with a saline bag on it. I looked to my right, and saw Niall. He was sound asleep, and had so many machines hooked up to him.

  "Knock knock," a voice said.

  "Andy?" I said frightened, and went under the covers.

  I heard footsteps, and my covers began to move. They were lifted, and I felt a hand touch mine. A soft, welcoming hand.

  "Harry?" I said.

  "Yeah. I can in to check up on you, and Niall. I heard what had happened."

  "Yeah...that guy was creepy. He was following me, around the park."

  "How's your cut?"

  Harry reached up to my forehead. I felt his fingers trace along the stitches. I didn’t realise that the cut, needed stitches. The nurse walked in, and saw me sitting up. She looked at Niall, and saw him sound asleep.

  “How are you feeling, miss. Cowell?” she asked.

  “Good. I have a question. When will Niall wake up?” I responded.

  “Well...the doctor gave him some medicine to have him sleep for a few hours.”

  "Okay. And it's been..."

  "Five hours. It says here, that the medicine should last for only three hours. I'll go get the doctor."

  The nurse walked out of the room. I was devastated that Niall wasn't awake yet. I sat there, playing with my hands. I haven't felt Niall's hands against mine for a day and a half. We were always intertwined together.

  Harry was rubbing my back, when the doctor came in.  He lifted up his sheet.

  "Miss. Cowell, and Mr. Styles. It looks like Niall slipped into a coma, after surgery. We don't know when he's going to wake up, it make take days, weeks, months, or years."

  At that point, I was balling. I didn't want to lose my Nialler to a coma. It was that guys fault.

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