“One Direction star Harry Style, collapsed inside of a radio station, just after doing interview. He was immediately rushed off to the local hospital. However, don’t you Directioners fret, we got word that, while unconscious, the star was simply dehydrated. Or was he? Shortly before the interview started two paramedics were seen leaving the building after supposedly trying to temporarily stich up Harry Styles’ arm. In the interview he shared that he slipped in the shower and broke his hand, but what really happened? We here, at KJY News, will find out.”
The room went silent. I opened my eyes enough to see Liam on the phone in the corner of the suite, Zayn texting on the small sofa with Niall next to him, and Louis standing at the edge of my hospital bed. A faint beeping told me that I was hooked up to several monitors.
“The media is having a field day with this” Louis spoke quietly to the room at large. Liam hung up the phone and walked over whispering something to Lou who nodded his head. I opened my eyes up all the way and attempted to shift myself into a seated position. The movement caught the attention of the others as they all looked up at me.
“Ayee, he’s awake” Louis cheered.
“Miss me did ya?” I mumbled, scratching my head. I need a shower, my hair is starting to get greasy. I let out a yawn, stretching my arms out wide. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Liam quickly shut off the tv. I looked about the room, my eyes landing on the many machines hooked into my body.
“What happened?” I questioned. This seemed excessive. Louis cleared his throat and looked at the others.
“You passed out man. They say it was from lack of blood.” Zayn piped from the sofa.
“Harry, is everything okay? I mean, you do know that you can talk to us right? About anything.” Liam walked closer, his forehead crinkled with concern.
“I know that. I’m fine. Really.”
“If you’re so fine then why did you practically kill yourself?” Niall blurted.
“I-I…I didn’t mean to…” I trailed.
“You must have known what you were doing to yourself…right? I mean, Harry, for God’s sake man, you cut your fucking arm open.” Louis looked bewildered.
“I honestly can’t tell you what was going through my head. I don’t know what happened. All I know is that...I just…I want it to stop, okay?”
“Want what to stop?” Liam sat down on the hospital bed.
“The voices, the hurt. Her voice. Shane’s voice. I can’t stop thinking about her. And it’s killing me. I can’t keep up with it all.” I laid my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes.
It was silent. No one dared to talk. No one knew what to say. I took a deep breath in, willing the tears to stay dormant behind my eyes.
Liam cleared his throat. “We-uh, got some news actually…” He trailed. My breathing hitched a bit.
“Shane isn’t doing too well. I mean, they did the surgery, but they aren’t sure how successful they were…” Zayn offered.
I looked at my best friends. “What do you mean? How could they not know?”
“Well, it’s just that…he hasn’t woken up yet.” Niall mumbled.
“What do you mean he hasn’t woken up? It’s been two weeks since the surgery, hasn’t it?” My breathing turned rugged.
“Well, Bricia said that he slipped into a coma sometime during the surgery. He seems to be steady though. But Melissa is a mess, I mean, when we saw her—”
“You saw her?” I cut Niall off.
“Yeah, we did. We care about her too Harry, we care about all of them. And honestly she’s a wreck. She needs you man.” Liam interrupted.
“No she doesn’t. She made that pretty clear.”
“I don’t think she meant it Haz…” Lou mumbled.
“She did” I mumbled back. “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” I rolled over on my side. One by one I heard the boys exit the room. I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t anything. All I could do was lie there and imagine her face. From the first time I saw her, to the last. A montage of Melissa’s, parading through my head.