Jade's Point of View

When I woke up, Lou was sitting next to my other cousin, Lottie. They both were asleep. I looked up an Luke. I had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He was playing on his phone.

"Hey. Is she out yet?" I half said half yawned.

"No. She's been in there for about 4 hours. They said sould be out soon."

"Ok. I hope nothing's wrong. I'm going for a walk. Clear my head. When Niall wakes up tell him, will ya?"

"Yeah. Don't get lost! Call me if you do."

"Okay."

I walked out into the hall and just started walking. I walked down the stairs to the 4th floor. Walked around there. I walked to the nursery, there was a baby crying. I thought of myself as a baby. When I was younger, my mother had told me that I was a horrible child. That all I did was cry. But Lou said that wasn't true.

"Need to clear your mind?" A familiar voice came behind me, scaring me. I turned around to see Shawn, my best fried really. Shawn Mendes. He's known me for years.

"Hey. And yeah. How'd you know?"

"Because. You never go any where away from a place without your purse. Plus, your hands are in fists. Your nails are digging into the plum of your left hand. Your anxious about something."

"How'd you know?"

"Because. Blood is running down your wrist." I looked down. There was. "Why are you here?"

"I was wondering the same of you. My cousin is in surgery. She collapsed earlier today."

"That's sad. And for me, my little sisters in here. Having a problem with her leg again. She in surgery to."

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah. She's fine I hope."

"Ypu want to come back with me and see everyone?"

"Sure. Who's all here?"

"Niall, Louis, Lottie, Luke, my step uncle Tony, and that's mostly it."

"Yeah sure I'll come."

We walked back upstairs and into the room where everyone was. No one was sleeping anymore. Tony was on his hands and knees crying. Niall, Luke, and Lou were on their feet the second they seen me.

"Jade. C'mere." Luke said. They took my in the hall. "Jade, she flatlined."

"What?"

"She flatlined. When she was on the table, her heart couldn't take it. She flatlined many times. But they were able to get it going again," Niall said. "The last time though…" He let his voice trail off.

"So what your saying is that Carlie, 15 year old, sweet as a button, giggy, girl, is dead? This can't be!" I was crying. Niall graped me and pulled me into his shirt.

"Hey, don't weary. She's in a better place. I promise."

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