~Omega pov~ pain
The blackness is fighting me to death. It’s like an open door that’s so easy to fall into. I can hear voices. Lots of them were saying ‘Niall’. Niall. My Niall. I started fighting harder. I want him. My eyes started to open and I could see him.
“Niall? Am I dead? My leg hurts, and my head is pounding.” I whimper, and he sighs.
“You’re not dead.” He repeats over and over again. I lose my strength soon after and my eyes roll back into my head. Blackness…
I start fighting again but I can’t concentrate. Pictures of my lover run through my mind and yet they fade away in a blur. A sudden slicing pain runs through my flesh, a knife. Why do I have to feel this? I think about Niall more and more; forgetting the pain. Then, after a long time, my eyes open and I see Niall coming through the curtain.
“Niall? Is…Is that you?” I ask breathlessly, and he walks towards me. Carefully sitting on the chair he replies,
“Yes it’s me. Don’t cry. You’re alright. Everything is okay.” The other boys quietly sneak in and crowd around us.
“My head hurts.” I moan and Niall takes my hand.
“The nurse said she can go home tomorrow. She has had stitches and has a cast on her leg. So she is good to go in a couple hours, really!” Harry said to Niall, grinning, obviously happy with his information.
“I wanna go home.” I whispered and tears fell from my eyes.
“Sh, don’t cry, I’ve already told you that.” Niall chuckled and realized this wasn’t a laughing moment.
“Um…time?” I asked suddenly exhausted.
“11 at night. Like Harry said a couple hours!” Zayn commented.