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We followed the doctor passed those once nerveracking and terryfing doors. He held his chart tightly in his grasp making sure it was with him at all times. I tried peering at it, just stealing a glance but it was no use since the doctor blocked it from my view. I sighed and huffed in annoyance as I gave up on snooping for the chart and more information. As we took a turn through what seemed like a never-ending hallway. His white coat seemed to float whenever it sensed movement. The more we walked the more doubts entered my mind. The more worry inhabited my body and attention. It was strange how it happened, it just did. Its crazy how it infested my mind. As we walked further into the hospital, I noticed that the patient rooms weren't here. I saw us pass a few rooms with patients in them. That took my mind off it for a while. . . 

I asked, " Where are we going?"

The hospital was bustling with nurses and doctors. My mind was full of thoughts. Once again, my mind does its own thing again. . .All kinds of thoughts. My mind seemed to be exploding from it. Such confusion and such different emotions working all at once. Hope. Sadness. Madness. Loneliness. Many more emotions became mixing in with other emotions as if my mind were a mixing machine and the dry ingredients and wet ingredients are my emotions mixing together. . . My mind was inside out, I couldn't but let these emotions dominate throughout the while I was here. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. I was hoping she would be alive but hope doesn't always save the day. Does it? I was clouded. Clouded by emotions, thoughts, memories. . . They wouldn't go away, it was weird. I couldn't shake it. There they were, lingering in my mind.

I remember her fingers touching my chest gingerly before her eyes closed. They were now lost. The vibrant brown that once occupied her irises were gone. The bright and bold was making them run, finally making her close them. They had been taken away from me once she had closed her eyes. The sparkle and twinkle I adored wasn't there. At that moment in time, it was losing its way to her. She was losing her way out of being awake and out of reality. Her head . . .her beautiful face had bruises and a large cut on her forehead. Her blood was evident on her skin and on my white shirt. I was traumatized. My mind was shocked and full of feelings I have never felt feel so impactful on me. She triggered them to open up. When I'm with her, they seem to be completely free. I don't have a care in the world. I miss that now.

At least I still had hope. Hope. A four letter word which gave me something positive to think of. I had hope that I would get to feel the way I felt when I was with her. I wasn't the famous Niall Horan of One Direction with her. I was just Niall, plain, normal Niall. At this moment, it was the ONLY thing that kept me going and that could possibly turn my skies from grey to blue. It was strange because I had never felt such affection towards a person I just met a few days ago. I don't know how or why but it felt right. She made it right. I don't know how it was possible but somehow I got attached. She wasn't like someone I had ever thought I would be attracted to. I might not have known her for long, but her actions, the way she is made me see who she really is. Who she is, is beautiful. All of it.

I had difficulty getting a hold of myself and my emotions as I passed each door, room by room. My eyes peered through each one as we passed by each one. Some patients were very ill and there faces were pail from what I saw. Their family members stood beside them by their bedside, worried and fearing the worst but wanting them to get better. I wondered if that could be me. My mind wondered if I would be standing by her bed and not be able to do anything to help her. . .

I would be helpless. She could be dying and I couldn't do anything to see her beautiful smile again or her big vibrant brown eyes that change shades whenever she is feeling happy or sad. I wouldn't be able to see the honeyglow in her cheeks anymore, or be able to kiss her plump lips that would stretch into a big smile whenever she was happy. I wouldn't be able to hear her voice anymore. . .it would be such a shame if it was a reality instead of a bad nightmare.

My mind became of void of negativity, thinking that this nightmare would somehow make me wake up and somehow I would end up waking up in my bed and saying what a horrible nightmare it was. Sadly, that wasn't the truth. I couldn't wake up in my soft bed with my head laying on my pillow and me body covered in sheets acting like it didn't happen. Like it was just some weird dream. I couldn't. . .

I felt a hand in my shoulder and a voice snapping me out of my head and back into the world, "Niall! Niall!"

I blinked with a blank expression on my face as I looked at Harry dumbfounded as he said, "You alright mate? It looks like you were up in that head of yours."

I nodded and then noticed we were standing in front of a door. The doctor stood in front of us as he opened the door and said, "Please, take a seat."

His voice was stiff, raspy and sorta comforting,  on a weird level. We all took a seat in the conference room, each of us occupying a cold metalic grey seat. The doctor sat in front of me and set his clipboard down on the table. His writing was evident throughout the pieces of alabaster white paper. The ink was jet black and his writing was legible. Unfortunately, I can't read upside down without turning my head and making it evident that I was trying to read his clipboard. The doctor sighed as he picked it up, holding it in his hands. He read the information and notes once again so that he got it right. Wouldn't want to scare us unintentionally, right? I just hoped it wasn't anything bad. . .

The doctor cleared his throat catching everyone's attention like a fly caught in a spiders web. He spoke saying, "Are all of you here to see, Ms. Rodriguez?"

We all nodded before I said, "Is she ok?"

The doctor sighed before he continued, directing his attention to us, "Well no, she won't be for a while. She's in a coma. Her head was hit pretty bad. We don't know if it could be caused any cerebral damage. Luckily, the x-ray showed that there was now skeletal damage done. However, if any cerebral damage is present, we'll know when she wakes up. "

I stopped him asking, "What kind of cerebral damage?"

He pushed the glasses to the bridge of his nose and replied saying, " Well anything from mental disorders to amnesia to memory issues to anything that involves a problem in her head. Like I said before, we won't know until she wakes up. . . The hit was in the front but we also found one on the side of her head. So we would have to wait and see."

I sighed as I thought, mental disorders? She could have ended up with a serious brain disorder or something because I just wanted to see her again. . .this is all my fault. From now on, I will do my best to take care of her. She will be my top priority. I just hope that it's nothing serious. . .I bit my lip as the doctor continued with diagnosis.

"We have stitched the cut on her head since it was quite large and it was bleeding a little too much. We don't want her to bleed out so We use the stiches to close up the cut. We also wrapped her head with bandages so that it would keep it firmly in place. That way if the stiches don't close the cut 100% and keep the blood inside her head, then the bandages should clot the blood. In any case, the cells should be able to repair themselves over time if not spontaneously. " He paused before looking at us, the glass reflecting off the light.

I was getting the feeling of dizziness and moodiness. It was a combination of both. I couldn't help but think that I was the reason she was in there. The reason she's in coma. The reason she could of died today, because of ME.

I was the sole reason why she is slowly slipping from my fingers in this near death experience. First, I spill coffee of her shirt, make her late for her audition and now this. . .This memory. I am the cause of most of her problems in London. What kind of person am I? I guess I bring destruction to the person I love. . .How come this happens to me? Harry, Louis, Liam, and Zayn can get off just fine with their love lives and I start liking someone and this happens. I'm starting to think the universe prefers that I stay alone. I don't want to. . .I won't, at least as long as she's in my life. At this moment in time, the realization hit me, it had been all my fault. I should be in there instead of her. I should be suffering instead of her. . .why was it her that this had happened to? Why?

I began paying attention again to the doctor who had operated on her, he continued saying, " Now due to the glass pieces causing tiny incissions on her left arm, we have wrapped it up as well, from her shoulder to her wrist. Stiches have been placed underneath as well. Some pieces of glass were deeper than others. Luckily, none of those shards have damaged her arm. Once it heals, it will work perfectly fine.

Her bruises will heal over time as well with the tiny minimal cuts and incisions in her skin that should also heal up. Those incisions weren't as much of importance as her leg. Some glass was found really deep inside her leg, mainly in her ankle and foot area. Now one large shard unfortunately got deep enough that it was jammed in between some pieces of bone and her nerve bundles. One has been affected and will need extensive time to heal. She has a cast now. She will need to walk once she wakes up but the nerve should be able to repair itself in time. " He paused a moment wanting to show us in picture form.

He didn't have a picture printed out instead he drew on such short notice. He was right. As he drew what looked like a bone and then a bundle of nerve fibers, he drew a rectangle which symbolized the glass shard. He then drew the same picture beside it but this time the nerve seemed to be sliced with the shard in it, in between the bone. It was really in between the bone which caused the nerve fibers to tear. . .As he explained the illustration I noticed he was a great drawer. Everything seemed to be in great proportion. Not bad doc. I couldn't draw as good as he could but nonetheless, we all got the point.

The doctor began talking again as he said, "The procedure I did to remove it was tricky but doable. We had to used a robot that can travel through arteries and blood cots and such. Like I stated before, she has a cast and may not be able to walk at first since the nerve needs to be able to bend and get stronger. Now, there is another issue we need to discuss."

We all looked at him confused as he put the clip board down. He didn't need it for this "issue" it seemed.

Louis asked, "What issue?"

The doctor cleared his throat before looking up at us, "You."

Harry asked, "Us? What about us?"

He put a finger on his chin, "Yes, you. You aren't necessarily those kind of people who blend in. Sooner or later people will ask. . .we need to be clear on this. That patient in there is not your charity case and if people ask I will tell them straight out that you were just there at the right place and time."

My mouth didn't seem to catch up with my brain before saying, "She isn't my charity case. She the girl I wanted to ask ou-"

He cut me off before saying, "Why her? Its peculiar you say that. . . Why exactly makes me believe that what you say isn't a lie?"

I glare at him before saying, "I could be lying but I'm not lying when I say this, thank you for making sure she's ok and alive. That's all I could ask. If you don't believe me that's fine."

His eyes, they softened as for the first time a smile grew on his face, I was expressionless at the sight.

"Very well. You will need to be careful when you exit here. When you come and see her just ask for me. I'm Dr. Walker. If the nurses tell me that you need me then I know it's you. But mark my words, don't let people know it's you. I don't want this to become a photo shoot." He said strictly.

I sighed as a tiny smile appeared on my face, "That's fine. We will do our best. Can we see her?"

I sounded a little desperate as the doctor cocked an eye at me as I felt my cheeks heat up a little. I managed to keep serious as he checked his golden watch.

"Hmm, it's been 30 minutes. I suppose so. Usually guests wait an hour before seeing the patient but it seems that your the only people she knows here since she clearly isn't from here? I suppose you may." He got up and headed towards the door as I immediately stood up and followed him to her room. We passed a set of room and hallways before taking the elevator up. We split into two different groups once we made it to the elevators. We met up on the 4th floor. We all reunited and continued down the hall pass another set of rooms before we stopped.

Once we got there, I made it sure to remember the number. 342. The doctor went in first, halting us in front of the door. After a few minutes, he let us in. Finally. . .My heart was pumping and beating faster than ever. I felt My pores open. I got nervous and my heart seemed like it was gonna beat right out of my chest. I've wanted to see her since the incident. I can live with seeing she's at least gonna be alive and well.

As we entered the room a nurse cleared away the curtain and letting us see her. She left before the doctor said, "I will give you some time with her."

I nodded as I walked up to her. There she laid. Her pillow rising her head up a little. She slept peacefully. The iv was connected to her vein. My eyes didn't search for long before meeting up with her body. Her sleeping body. Her eyes were closed tight, shut from the world. I saw the bandage the doctor spoke of, hidden under her bangs. The make up had been cleaned clear off her face. I cleared the bangs covering one of her eyes. Her face was cold. I brushed her cheek, kissing her forehead. I looked at her arm, there it was. . .mummyfied. The bandages were there as I intertwined my fingers with hers. My hands were warm while hers were cold. I then saw the cast on her foot. The more I was with her, the more I wanted to have taken her place. She didn't deserve this.

Harry seemed to read me like an open book before saying, "It wasn't your fault."

I looked at him before saying, "How could it not be my fault? I was the reason she is here. Harry, she's I'm a coma! It's my fault. She could be touring London but she is here, in a coma!"

Louis came up to me before saying, "Niall, if she were here she would say that it wasn't your fault. She would cheer you up. Be strong for her sake Niall."

Liam nodded saying, "She would really appreciate it mate."

Zayn only nodded before saying, "She's a strong girl. She will wake up and when she does, we will be here for her."

Perrie came up behind Zayn, hugging him saying, " We will be here for both of you. She recuperate and wake up. One she does, you can be with her again."

Taylor nodded in agreement saying, "Yeah. We will do the best we can to stay strong for her. We might not know her, but if she matters to you and you need a friend, you've got all of us right here. Right babe?"

She turned towards Harry who pecked her cheek before saying, "Right babe. We are here for you mate."

Eleanor went to her bedside and held her pulse, "She has a strong pulse. Its a sign that she is getting better. See Niall, relax a little. Breath in and breath out. Deep breaths. I'm sure she will get up soon."

How long was soon, I thought. A day? A month? A year?

Danielle grinned saying, "I can tell you like her a lot. Niall, love supports all. If you can stay strong, it shows how much you really care. She will be really appreciative of it. "

I nodded before taking a look at her. I grasped the locket that was in my pocket and kissed it before directing my attention towards her again. I never let go of her hand until the doctor came back. I knew it was time to go.

"Can I stay with her?" I asked in a desperate tone.

The doctor nodded no before saying, "I'm sorry but you can't. You'll bring attention towards her. You can come during visiting hours. If you need to call me, call this number."

He handed me a card. I took it looking at the silver letters. Dr. Mark Walker. PhD.

I nodded before saying, "Thanks. This means a lot to us."

Dr. Walker said, "My pleasure. It would be our little secret. I promise she will be safe under my care."

I couldn't help but still feel guilty. I pushed the feeling aside when I took one last look at her. I can be strong. I can be strong for Ruby. . .I can and I will.. . As we exited the hospital, I saw people turn their glances towards us, murmuring, "Is that One Direction? What are they doing here?" I sighed as we exited through the back door. We thought that would be the safe out but paps get in everywhere. I should've known that. I was playing it too safe. Suddenly, I heard a camera flash. We all turned around to see a photographer, a pap. Uh oh. . .Has he followed us this whole time? Wait, the means he got. .a picture of. . oh no! The pap turned around running, I tried to catch up to this guy, except he lost us in the hospital. This isn't good. . .We are headed in for a major storm now. This guy just changed everything. In a few seconds, her life has changed forever. If this goes public. . .her life will never be the same. Why did I have to start liking her? I dragged her into an even bigger mess. The paps are going to have a field day with this one. These next 24 hours are going to be a ticking time bomb. I have to get that picture and camera before it gets out to the world.