A/N This chapter might be emotional as well. Depends on how I feel about it while writing.
Anyways, I got a few comments and they were so nice. Omg, like srsly. haha. That
makes me feel so special when you guys like my stories. I think this one is going
pretty well. Anyways, dont want to bore yall. Here we go!
The thing about pain, it demands to be felt. You cant hide it or not feel it. Because under every
layer, it grows. Sometimes, it molds you. It shapes you. Makes you into who you are.
Pain is based on fear. If you arent scared of it. It cant hurt you more than you can hurt yourself.
They wouldnt let me ride in the ambulance. Which down right murdered me inside. They said only family can ride. Only 1 member of family at that. I am his family. The boys havent been there. I have have. I am his only family right now and that grinded me to a pulp inside. I felt so angry and hurt that he could be dying in the back of that truck, and I wont be able to say goodbye. As the boys sped to the hospital with me crying in the passenger seat. I felt someones hand on my shoulder.
I looked back to see Louis, he gave me a look. The same look I got from Niall when I first saw him sick. Saddness, sympathy and a little bit of pitty.
"Love, Niall is the strongest person I know. He hadnt been out like that in weeks. He probably got a little too excited." He patted me.
I looked back ahead and we were pulling into the hospital. They were pulling him on a gerni into the hospital and I ran after him.
"We need him in ICU stat!" one of the drs. said. I was struck for a moment. And they rushed off with out me. The boys caught up and Harry grabbed my arm. They were all being tough.
"Hey." He said sternly.
"Dont you loose help. He will be okay." He continued on with my arm in hand. We quickly got to the ICU area only to see him in a bed on his way to the surgery area. I ran up to the bed and walked with them. He was concious. He looked at me and he looked like a sick puppy. He was motionless. And that broke me. I imediatly stopped walking. And dropped to the ground. A doctor rushed to me and walked me to a chair. He explained that they have to drain fluid from him lungs.
I've heard of people with fluid in their lungs. They all drowned to death. I walked away and fell into Zayns arms, he was the closest to me.
"He- he has f-f-fluid in his-his-his lungs."
"They can remove it Kristen. He will be okay." Louis said giving me a squeeze.
I felt lost. Lonely. I dont know why I had lost all hope when at this moment, he was still here.
I didnt know how long he would be here, but right now, he was here. It was official.
Im in love with him. And I cant loose him. Because Niall Horan you can choose who to hurt, but it wont be me. It wont EVER be me.