Niall's POV:

Paul finally had found the address of the hospital where Scarlette was being cared for. He reported that doctors were panicking because no one had contacted them and claimed responsibility for the clearly underaged girl.

"I told them your a close friend, but that you don't know her parents, so they said you could come visit her," Paul had said. "She's been in a coma for two days now."

"She'll be fine," I had insisted, already pulling out my phone to ask Harry to come with me to the hospital.

"They don't think she'll wake up," Paul said gently.

I whirled around my eyes gleaming. "She's going to wake up," I said stubbornly, raising the phone to my ear.

He threw his hands in the air in a sort of "whatever you say" gesture.

"Harry," I said, turning away from Paul. "Come with me to see this Scarlette girl. I want to make sure she's okay."

I could tell Harry was rolling his eyes from his irritated sigh through the phone. "Your still on about this Scarlette girl aren't you," he said, sounding bored. "She's jsut a fan. She'll be fine. I bet her parents don't want you butting in."

"The doctor's haven't gotten any calls from anyone. They have no idea who she is, and she's still out cold. Come with me. I need to make sure she's okay," I said, started to get desperate.

Harry sighed. "Fine. I'm in the dressing rooms in the back. Be out in five. Let's go meet this 'Scarlette'."

Notes

getting better...? :)