The One Direction Rollercoaster (ON HOLD)

Paul, our Paul...

            The doctor sighed and checked all the IV’s and monitors around the room. He wrote a few things down on a clipboard and pulled up a chair next to the bed.

“I can understand why you’re in so much pain but unfortunately I can’t give you any strong painkillers yet because you’ve been unconscious for so long.” He explained.

“Oh…” I replied, a bit disappointed that he couldn’t give me anything to really get rid of all the pain right now. “Wait, how long was I unconscious?” I asked, painfully shifting in the bed.

“Well, it’s almost 6 o’ clock in the morning right now, so about 13 and a half hours.” He said. “You were probably just half sleeping for a few hours though.”

“Woah…” I said, as my eyes widened. “I was out for that long?!” I replied.

“Yes.” He simply said as he checked me over to see if any of my injuries had changed since he last saw me.

“So, you probably want to know what happened to you.” He said, sitting back down in the chair. 

“Uhh, yeah.” I said

“Alright, well you have a minor concussion from your head colliding with something during the crash,” probably the bunk bed, “three broken ribs from your back slamming against something, I’m guessing”, the bathroom door. Curse that thing! “and a broken wrist.” That would explain the cast.

“Oooooohh….” I replied, cringing. “So, if I may ask…where am I?”

“The ambulance brought you to the closest hospital, which happened to be Iowa Central Hospital, that’s where you are now.” He replied. (A/N Iowa Central Hospital doesn’t exist, I just made it up)

“I see…” I muttered. I still had so many questions but I decided to refrain from asking them since Dr. Johnson seemed really tired. I could just ask Liam, Niall or Alex when they come back in.

            Dr. Johnson asked me a series questions just to confirm that I did have a concussion, refilled the medicine bags, and sent in an order for some food for me even though I wasn’t that hungry. Then he simply walked out of my room and shut the door without saying a word.

            After he left, I relaxed a bit and closed my eyes. Everything slowly faded away and I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, late afternoon light was streaming in through the window in my hospital room. There was a tray with dry cereal and applesauce on it, sitting next to my bed. What kind of food is this!? I’m starving! I basically dumped the entire bowl of cereal into my mouth and scarfed down the applesauce. I was still hungry. I looked around to see if there was a phone to page someone somewhere in the room. That’s when I noticed Liam sitting in one of the chairs, head in his hands.

“Liam!” I exclaimed, slowly sitting up. I feel a bit better! The doctor must have given me stronger medicine.

            He looked up, his eyes, or shall I say the eye that I could see was red and his face was ghostly white.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, noticing the concern on his face.

“Paul’s in a coma.” Was all he said before putting his head in his hands again.

“What?!?!” I asked. He didn’t move.

“They said his skull is cracked and many of his bones are broken. They also said he lost a lot of blood, too much blood in the crash.” He mumbled in the most solemn voice I’d ever heard Liam use.