Y/Ns POV: I walked in the room and closed the door behind me. As soon as I saw him I gasped. His beautiful face was covered in cuts from the glass. His blond hair caked with blood. His arm in a cast. Plus the billions of machines linked to him. I began to hyperventalate. I didn't know what to do. This was all my fault. I sunk to my knees and cried on the floor. I lay there in a heap sobbing. What if he never woke up? I had finally found someone that I truly loved. Oh my god. I loved him. I loved him. I never loved austin this way. Our connection was never this strong. I decided that this couldn't be my final goodbye to Niall. So I ran out of the room, out of the hospital and into my car. I quickly drove to my flat and grabbed my guitar. If I had to say goodbye I would say goodbye the right way. With music. I also grabbed some speakers and my iPod. I raced back to the hospital hoping it wouldn't be too late to say goodbye.
