37. The Middle of the Night
I wake with a start when my phone starts ringing in the middle of the night. Who's calling me at 2:00 in the morning? I pick it up and squint at the screen. It's Lacey. I hold the phone up to my ear. "Hello?" I mumble. "Ally, you need to come to the hospital right now," Lacey says urgently. "Niall's been admitted again." I toss my covers back and stand up, cradling my phone in between my ear and my shoulder. "Is he okay?" I ask. "We don't know yet," Lacey says. I think back to what Niall said after out date at the beach. If I get sick again, there's a slim chance I'll make it. I suddenly feel like I might throw up. "I'll be there as soon as I can," I tell Lacey. "Give me ten minutes." I hang up and throw on a tank top and shorts. I put my hair up in a ponytail. I slip into flip-flops and grab my car keys. I probably look like shit, but I don't care. All I can think about is Niall dying. I drive fifteen miles over the speed limit the whole way to the hospital. I pull haphazardly into a parking space and race into the hospital. Emma is waiting for me right inside the front doors. "Ally," she says quietly. "Did he..." I trail off, not able to finish my sentence. Emma shakes her head. "No, but it doesn't look good. The doctors don't know if they can help him this time. It came on so suddenly." I bury my face in my hands. "Can I see him?" I ask. Emma nods and guides me to his room. I push the door open and see Liam, Harry, Louis, Liam, Kat, Aubree, and Lacey gathered around his bed. "Guys, can we give Ally some time?" Emma says kindly. They all nod and silently file out of the room. Niall fixes his gaze on me. "I'm so sorry I got mad at you," I say, my voice breaking. "It's fine, I shouldn't have kissed you," Niall replies. "No, I'm glad you did," I respond. And I mean it. I sit down beside him on the bed. "Is this it?" I say softly. Niall is quiet for a minute. "I'm not sure, Ally," he says truthfully. I start to cry. "Don't cry over me," Niall says. "This isn't the first time I've done it," I say through my tears. I exhaust myself crying and after a while I start to feel really tired. "Maybe you should go home," Niall suggests. "No," I say loudly. "I don't want to come back and find you...gone." A doctor walks in then and smiles at me politely. "How are you feeling?" the doctor asks. "Not so bad," he replies. "You don't have to lie because I'm here," I say. "On a scale of one to ten?" the doctor asks. "A six," Niall tells him. The doctor nods thoughtfully. "I think you might be able to pull through, Niall. We'll just have to do what we can and see what happens." Niall nods and I feel a slight weight off my shoulders. He has a chance. A slim one maybe, but a chance all the same. When the doctor leaves, Niall looks at me with a small smile on his face. "Maybe I can pull through," he says. I lean down and kiss him. When we pull back, I say, "I know you'll be able to. You have to be able to." I don't know what I would do if Niall died. Niall's asleep soon and so I curl up in the chair beside his bed and try to sleep. He has to live.