Harry: "Hi, Harry" your mum murmurs and when you open your eyes and look around the hospital room, you realise your mum is on the phone to your boyfriend just outside of your room. "No, it's not. (Y/N)'s hurt" she whispers. There's a pause before she continues. "She was mugged earlier today, they took everything, her phone, purse, keys" she murmurs. "But they hurt her too." She lets out an involuntarily sob before she quickly returns to the phone. "No, no they didn't do that" you tell him quickly, and you're pretty sure you know what question he had asked. "Ok. Well I'll be with her so don't worry if you're delayed. Ok, bye, Harry." You close your eyes and let the darkness surround you. When you awake, you hear a sniffle coming from the chair that is beside your hospital bed. "H-Harry" you croak. "(Y/N)!" he exclaims and he gently presses kisses to the cuts on your face. "Baby, I am so, so sorry. When I find out who did this" he begins but when your tears fall, he stops and wipes them away within an instant. "Oh, sweetheart."
Liam: Your mum gently places your hand back onto the bed and presses a kiss to your forehead. "I'm just going to go and call Liam" she murmurs softly. You don't respond and instead you continue to stare ahead at the blank wall in front of you. Your mum exits the room and although you make no effort to hear what she is saying, you cannot help but hear her words over the quietness and peacefulness that engulfs the hospital. "Liam" she mumbles softly into the phone. "Liam, I have to tell you something" she murmurs hesitantly. "No, no, everything is not alright" she whispers, holding back her tears. "(Y/N)'s hospital." She pauses and you gather Liam is saying something in reply. "No, the baby, it's ..." she doesn't need to continue and you know that Liam knows. "Well, physically, she's ok. The doctor said that she's healthy and that it's one of those things. Yeah, of course. Ok Liam, we'll see you soon." You begin to doze off to sleep once again and a couple of hours later when you awake, Liam is sat beside your hospital bed and gently holding one of your hands. His cheeks have tear tracks running down them and he gives you a small smile, yet neither of you need to say anything to know how you are both feeling.
Louis: "You've done what?!" he exclaims on the phone. "Louis, please, calm down. It's just a broken ankle" you murmur. "No, (Y/N), I'm coming home. You've broken your ankle, for goodness sake. You can't walk on it, you can't go out, you can't" he trails off as you sigh. "Louis, listen. My mum and your mum have been amazing these past couple of days, ok. They've come round to check on me, helped me to bathe, done my shopping for me and they've prepared meals for me. Now stop fussing. Don't you dare cut a tour short because of my stupidity, Louis Tomlinson!" you threaten. There's a long pause as Louis contemplates what you have just said. "Ok" he whispers. "But I want daily texts telling me that you're ok, and I'll phone you and Skype you as well when I get the chance. And you have to promise me that if you're struggling and you need me to come home, you'll tell me" he demands. "I promise" you smile, giggling at his tone. "Now, do you want to hear about my little trip down the garden steps or not?!"
Niall: "The doctor said that we're lucky she's still alive" your mum murmurs softly as she holds back her tears. "And what about the driver?" Niall asks angrily. Your mum shrugs. "He just kept driving. The police are still after him" she tells him. "You didn't have to come back so soon, I would have been here" she smiles. Niall shrugs and shakes his head. "As soon as you told me she got hit by a car, I was all over the place. I had to come here and make sure she was ok. And now we won't even know if she's ok until she wakes up" he begins to sob, his body shaking. "I just can't believe that some heartless bastard would drive at a ridiculously high speed, hit her, and keep driving." Silence fills the room and he takes your hand, pressing a kiss to it gently. "Please baby, wake up for me, wake up for us" he murmurs softly. "You have to be ok. I can't lose my girl."
Zayn: He bursts through the door, disturbing both you and the doctor, interrupting you mid conversation. "Are you ok?! What happened?! Is everything ok?! The baby! Is the baby ok?!" he asks frantically as he cups your face in his hands. "Mr Malik" the doctor greets him and shakes his hand. "I am pleased to tell you that your wife is in a stable condition and will make a full recovery. The tests also show that there is no harm done to your baby, either" he smiles. "I'll leave you both to it" he murmurs and exits the room. "Baby, I was so worried when your mum phoned me and told me what happened. We'll sue that shop for every penny they have! Who doesn't put up a sign to say that the floor has just been cleaned and is wet!" he mutters to himself. "Zayn, calm down" you smile, taking his hand in your own. "I'm ok, the baby is ok, everything is fine. It's just a sprained ankle and a broken wrist, and I'm sure you'll enjoy looking after us both anyway" you smile, resting your hand protectively on your tummy.
