#33-He Comforts You After a Loss (Niall)
Warning: loss of a parent, hospitals, cursing.
A/N: This might be seriously painful to read, and I am so sorry. In case you all don’t know what an implanted defibrillator is, it’s a device that is put near the heart, and, in the event the person has a heart attack or an irregular heartbeat, it shocks the person’s heart back into proper rhythm.
You were awakened by the phone ringing absurdly early-four in the morning, to be exact. You listened as the doctor in the ICU told you that your Dad wasn’t going to last, and you should come in now. You hurriedly threw on your clothes, getting into your car, and speeding towards the hospital. You couldn’t really fathom that your Dad was dying, even though he’d been sick for years. You haphazardly parked, and hurried into the hospital, bypassing the emergency department and going straight for the ICU. You quickly put on a yellow contamination suit, and stepped into your Dad’s room.
“Dad,” You whispered, reaching for his hand. “I’m here, Dad.”
You stood next to his bed, watching as the machine breathed for him. You were there as he took his last breaths, and his heart stopped. You thought that it had continued to beat, but when the nurse came in and switched off the machines, you realized that it was the defibrillator that was implanted in his chest.
“Dad. Daddy,” You quietly said, numbness stealing over you. You couldn’t believe that this had really happened, that your Dad was actually gone. After sitting there for a while, you left the room, removing the contamination suit and putting it in the nearest trash bin. You carefully drove home, the sun rising in front of you. When you arrived home, you stepped out of your car, and went into your home. You went upstairs and quickly showered, before changing into your pajamas, and getting back into bed. You rolled over, burying your face in your pillow, hot tears soaking it. As you began to drift off to sleep, your phone rang. You picked it up, and, seeing Niall’s name, you answered it.
“Niall?” You quietly said.
“(Y/N),” Niall murmured. “How is he?”
“He’s gone,” You whispered.
“Love,” Niall quietly said. “I’m so sorry. I’m coming home now.”
“Okay, Niall,” You replied.
“I’ll see you in a few hours,” Niall said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” You replied, before hanging up. You fell asleep soon afterwards, numb and still in shock.
When you awoke next, it was to Niall taking a seat next to you, the bed sinking beneath his weight.
“Niall?” You sleepily said.
“I’m here,” Niall murmured, gently placing a hand on your back.
“It was so horrible, Niall,” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him. “I thought he wasn’t dead. Even though….it sounded like his heart was still beating, even though it wasn’t. It was that damned defibrillator. He’s gone. He’s really gone.”
You leaned your head against his shoulder, tears running down your face.
“I’m so sorry, love,” Niall whispered. “I’m sorry he’s gone.”
“Just….stay with me?” You murmured, lying back down. Niall lay down beside you, holding you close. You listened to the steady thump of his heartbeat, and hoped, that even though it felt as if there was an aching, hollow spot in your chest, someday, the pain would lessen.
Written by Angel