The nurse has been here to check my vitals and Eleanor came back telling us the boys are relieved about my waking up and Niall will probably be discharged within the next hour. While waiting for Dr Benson to come back with the definite results, we chat about university. Max has a bunch of american studies classes with me, since he studies American Culture and Economics. I have most of my social studies courses with Anne and in her economic studies she spends time with Max a lot. Eleanor tells us about her politics and sociology studies in Manchester and we find a lot of analogies. Comparing our professors, everyone claims to have the hardest course material that keeps him from having a social life.
We are all laughing about Max' story on how he remembered the night before the end of the deadline that he had to write an essay about a short story when we hear a knock on the door. Dr Benson comes in, but the professional smile has faded. He and the nurses who came in with him are giving me serious looks. He asks whether I'd want the others in the room when he informs me about my state of being.
"Of-of course" I stutter confused.
Anne pads my hand reassuringly, she can feel the sudden tension.
"Miss Klett, we discovered cerebral hemorrhage meaning we will have to operate on you as soon as possible."
We all stare at him in shock.
"But... isn't that something like a ruptured artery in her brain?" Max asks anxiously.
"Yes, something like that. But you have no reason to worry, our best neurosurgeon will operate on you and I will personally be there and keep my eyes on you." He can probably see the angst in my eyes. "These nurses will prep you for your surgery" The two women smile at me with compassion and I nod, trying to hold the tears back.
"Her, her father is on his way here from London. Can we wait until he's here?" Anne asks, because she knows I am unable to speak right now and I need everyone I can at my side for this.
"I'm afraid not"
Now I can't stop my tears and hysterical sobs escape my mouth. My father won't be here and they can't wait a few hours, which means my condition has to be very serious. Anne, Eleanor and Max hug me from all sides, stroke over my head and try to calm me down saying things like "Everything will be fine" or "He'll be here when you wake up"
"Ok" I inhale deeply "I'm ready!" There is no use in crying and panicking is there? I will just have the doctors do their job, I mean they studied years for this stuff and the 'best neurosurgeon' has surely proven himself.

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NIALL'S POINT OF VIEW
I don't even know how long I've been waiting now. After I was discharged and wanted to check on Sophie, Eleanor told me she was in surgery. Of course I was a bit mad that she hadn't told me earlier, but she defended herself stating that Sophie had just been brought to the surgery wing and Eleanor wanted to stay with her. Despite my worries I'm glad those two are getting along and Sophie had one friend more to be there for her. I wish I had been there before her surgery. I feel so guilty for everything that has happened - I know I didn't cause the accident, but I was the driver after all. Maybe if I hadn't been so distracted by her presence I would have been able to react sooner... I couldn't live with myself if this affected her lifequality, I'm not even going to think of the possibility that she might die. It's horrible enough as it is, the doctors don't know whether there will be permanent damage or temporary difficulties. Apparently the surgery can't reveal definite consequences, so we'll just have to wait until Sophie wakes up. If she does wake up - I mean there are stories about patients going into a coma after a surgery all the time! I know shouldn't think about fucked up stuff like that, but all of this bloody waiting is driving me insane! We are all walking up and down on the floor in front of the recovery room where Sophie is in. Her father arrived a while ago, he seems like a very cordial man. He is the only one in the room right now, because he's her family and we don't want to swamp them. We already are a little crowd waiting - the lads, Paul, Preston, Alberto, Perrie, Eleanor, Max, Anne and me. Doctors, nurses, patients and visitors pass us by with curious looks. Some come over and ask for autographs or pictures, but when our security guards position themselves in front of us protectively, people leave it be. I have to admit that I love these guys, they know exactly when we are not in the condition to handle with admirers. So now, all that's left for us to do is wait and wait and wait. It was late afternoon when we arrived in the hospital, now it's late in the morning of the next day. None of us has really slept all night, maybe a few interrupted hours on the seats in the waiting area. When Sophie's dad arrived he asked us if we didn't want to go home, but we all negated. Later I asked the boys again, but Liam said they wanted to be there for me, since they know what this is doing to me and Zayn added that she is a really nice girl and they wanted to be there for her also. This surprised me - Sophie must have left an impression, Zayn normally warms up to people rather slowly. I expected this from Harry, but Zayn... Further proof on what a lovely girl she is.

Notes

First things first: Sorry, it took me ages to update, but I had exams and papers... Now I only have one paper and one joint group exercise left, but those should be easy. Soooo, prepare for new chapters!!

I know the medical details are probably horribly inaccurate, please don't kill me. I wasn't in the mood to watch every single episode of Grey's Anatomy again to regain my knowledge on neuroscience ;)

Ok, but I've written in Niall's point of view, what do you think of that? Leave your opinion below and also, do you think I should make Sophie wake up just like that or after some time or with brain damage or...not at all? :O +

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