38. Northside Medical
Niall's P.O.V. (yea you read that right)
"get him on the table now!" exclaimed a young man's voice. What? Who? Get who on the table? Where am I? all of a sudden I saw a bright light shone onto me. I felt a mask placed on my mouth and then everything went black...
I sat there in the waiting room ,of Northside Medical Centre in the 'Operation waiting room', sobbing for about three hours. The doctor finally came out and he said, " Is Mrs.Horan here?" I shot up out of my seat "That's me!" i practically yelled. "How did it go? is he okay? When can I see him?" i rambled on. "Calm down Mrs.Horan. Your hus-" i cut him off "Fiance" He nodded and scribbled something on a notepad. "Your fiance is perfectly fine. The bullet didn't go very far in, but you need to wait another half hour or so for hi to wake up." I nodded and he took something from the file in his hands. "We need you to fill out these forms the police gave them to me to give to someone who might have witnessed how this happened." he said I took the forms and he handed me a pen. I sat back down in my chair and set a timer on my i pod for 31 minutes. I set it down and started filling in the blanks. 'were you in the same room/area as the patient who was shot?' yes 'do you know for a fact who shot him?' yes. 'if you do know, who was the shooter?' My father Andrew Anders 'has the shooter or anyone related or close to the shooter ever done anything to harm you, the patient, or anyone you or the patient know?' yes 'if so what did he/she do' the shooter raped me and the shooter's wife abused me and m twin sister for many years." that is all the questions but at the bottom it said: Return this form to the police station in the next 24 hours you will have to sign your name and have a form of ID with you so it can be photocopied. Thank you!' I slid the papers into my purse as my ipod beeped. I pulled it out of my pocket and turned the timer off and threw it in my purse. I walked up to the front desk. "Could you give me the room number for Niall Horan please?" I asked politely. She looked at me and shook her head. "I am sorry ma'm we don't let crazed fans into celebrity rooms" she said with a slight chuckle. "I am not just another crazed fan I am his fiance" i said sternly. She laughed and shook her head again.
3rd person P.O.V.
"You girls really need to get a grip" the nurse said with a sarcastic serious face. "YOU GIVE ME THAT ROOM NUMBER NOW OR I WILL CALL HARRY OVER HERE AND HE WILL GET IT HIMSELF" Paige exclaimed with tears brimming in her eyes. "No ma'm just no" the nurse said. Paige broke down in tears and fell to her knees. Harry immediately stood up from his chair and walked over to the front desk. "What did you stay to her!" he said in a kind of loud tone. "I said that I would not give a crazed fan Niall Horan's room number" she said "Why would you say that!" he said "You know they are engaged right?" he said to her like she was stupid. "Give her the room number now!" he exclaimed Dakota helped her stand and Paige looked the nurse straight in the eye with pure hate. "Ok, ummm let's see... room number 305A first floor just down the hall there." she said with embarrassment. She pointed down the hall and Paige sprinted to the room.
I sprinted down the hall to his room. 299 300 301 302 303 304.... 305! I pushed the door open and ran to his side. He lay there with his eyes closed. He had an IV and a breathing mask thing. I pulled a chair up to the side of his bed and lay my head across his chest. I could feel him breathing and i could hear his heartbeat. I started crying.. no, sobbing. Not tears of saddness but tears of joy. I know he is alive. He is a fighter. All of the sudden I heard his Irish voice say "Please don't cry baby, I'm here what's wrong?" I jumped from my seat and wrapped my arms around him. He had already taken his oxygen thing off. "You need to wear this Nialler" i said holding up the mask "No," he said "they told me before i fell asleep that i only need to wear it when i am sleeping. And that i am leaving in an hour." he said taking the mask from me and putting it on the table. I grabbed him by the face and kissed him with the most passion I have ever used. "Do you know who shot me Paige?" He asked me breaking the kiss. I tapped y foot nervously and nodded. "Who" he said. "It- it- it it was my dad" i said. I pulled my knees to my face and rested my head on them. I felt my eyes start to burn. I can't cry though. I am all out of tears. "Paige..." he whispered. I looked up and he scooted over and patted the spot next to him. I got up and lay beside him. I rested my head on his shoulder and he gently kissed the top of my head. "I just feel so guilty... You almost got killed because of me." A tear slid down my face. "No. No it was not because of you. You can't help what your dad has done. He is a monster and if he didn't shoot me he would of shot you and i promised myself that i was going to protect you from him and that's what i did i kept my promise." he said squeezing my shoulder. We sat there taking for the next hour or so and then we went home. That's when i realized how important he is to me. He really does keep me alive and well. Ican't live without him.
WOHOOOOOOOOO I'm back! i had a great vacation. I am so happy we got a ton of reads on these stories while i was gone. So i had a contest for Paige's bff from her childhood. No one entered... :( but the wedding won't be for a little while so if you still want to enter go ahead. But if no one enters the winner will be Juliana. She is the only person who entered the contest for my other movella so. Bye crazy mofos!-