We pulled up to the hospital and as soon as I found a spot for the truck, I parked it and ran inside. I didn't even bother to lock the car doors because I could care less right now. My girl is in the hospital. I knew when she didn't pick up my phone call, something was wrong…
"Hannah Baker, what room is she in!?" I barked at the nurse at the front desk.
SHe looked up at me with shock then saw how stressed I looked and began typing something in the computer, "Room 568. It's on the fifth floor in the intensive care unit-"
I didn't listen to what else she had to say. Instead I went to the nearest elevator and went up to the fifth floor like she said. When we got up there I looked frantically for her room. 560, 561, 561, 563, 564, 565, 566, 567, 568- as soon as I saw those three numbers, I stopped dead in my tracks. Hannah is right behind this door and she is hurt.
I pushed open the door and as soon as I did, I saw her laying there completely helpless. She had bruises all over her body. I walked over to her bed and as soon as I saw how badly hurt she really was, I broke down. I fell to my knees and pools of tears fell from my eyes. I couldn't control it.
"It's gonna be okay mate," Niall said putting a hand on my shoulder.
"No it's not!" I yell standing up. "This is all my fault! If I were the one driving, none of this would have happened-"
"You don't know that! Come on man-"
"Yes I do! I would have seen the driver coming from a mile away and would have figure out a way to avoid him!"
"No, don't 'Zayn' me!… The only girl I have ever loved is laying her in ICU and I am standing here helpless to the whole thing!"
"Calm down- I understand that Hannah is in the ICU but freaking out completely and blaming yourself isn't going to help her get better…"
I sighed knowing he was right. As much as I didn't wanna admit it, blaming myself isn't going to do anything. I don't even know why she is in ICU. Maybe they just have her here because she lost a lot of blood- or hit her head really hard…
I sunk down into the chair next to her bed and cried some more. This wasn't helping her either but her just being here is breaking my heart-
"Zayn Malik," an officer said walking into the room.
I looked up, "Yes?"
"Come with me," he said stepping out of the room.
I looked over at Niall, "Stay here."
I walked out of the room and over to the officer, "Who are you?"
"Officer Smith. I was at the scene of the accident when I called you-"
"And? What happened?"
"It appeared as if she was changing the station on her radio and did not see the driver headed straight for her."
"Will she be okay?"
"I do not know. You will have to ask the doctor when he comes in."
"Is that all?"
"No, the man who drove into Miss. Baker will be going to court. Would you like to attend?"
"Why would I want to attend?"
"He is to be sentenced to 25 years in prison for attempted vehicular homicide."
"…When is the date?"
"One month from today."
"I'll be there."
He nodded his head and then turned and walked away. I walked back into the room and sat back in the chair I was sitting in before I left… I know that I shouldn't blame myself for this but a part of me couldn't help but to...