Chapter 38

~Ashley's POV still~

It was silent as they absorbed this new piece of information. "What do you mean by that?" Kaity asked. "It means I have a 50/50 chance of ever singing again!" I shouted at them. The door opens to reveal the boys. I can tell the heard my exclamation by the looks on their faces. This only caused me to cry more. What was wrong with me? I never cry like this!

At the sight of my tears, the boys swarmed towards me. I had my head in my hands, letting my palms catch my stray tears.

"What happened?" Louis frantically yelled. I felt the girls tense beside me.

"She might not be able to sing anymore..." Alexis trailed off, it only made me cry harder. I wiped my hands on my sides, not even looking at either of them.

"That's awful!" Niall exclaimed. Well nah shit.

"Can she still talk?" Harry asked as he poked the side of my head. I lifted up my face to glare at him, no matter if my eyes are red and puffy, I'll still glare at you Styles!

"Yes I can still talk." my voice came out a little raspy.

"Dumbass." Alexis muttered, but only me, mollie, and Louis probably heard.

It was a few hours later. The nurses made everyone leave for a few hours. In that time I changed into one of the boys baggy gray sweatpants and a black tank top. After I changed I looked around my hospital room feeling hopeless and depressed. I mean do many things have happened since I came to the UK. My Mum died, I was smacked in the face, go-cart accident, haunted water house incident, and now I may never beable to sing! It's just to much! I got up and walked out of my room letting the nurses know I'll be back later. Yea, it hurt to walk but I still did it anyways. I had to get out of that room. I was starting to feel claustrophobic in there.

I saw many nurses in the corridor roaming around delivering medicines to the people who need it, telling parents or patients what will be done during a procedure or surgrery, helping doctors deliver babies, or delivering the terrible news of someone passing away. I stopped by the corner looking into a room with a young girl in it. She was sleeping on the hospital bed while her mother and father were talking in hushed tones. I look at the sign on the door tht said the little girl was six years old and her name was Sandra. It also said that she had leukemia. I heard music coming softly from that room and watched as Sandra's parents started to sway back and forth with the music. I watched amazed that even though their daughter had cancer they still seemed happy. Sandra woke up from her slumber and immediately her parents bent down and started playing with her. I could hear what I presume to be Sandra's laughter floating through the open door. I smile sadly, envying the little girl and her loving family.

I sighed and moved on. I passed a door that had a young woman crying in it. She was holding the hand of a middle aged man. I assumed it to be her father. I wondered why she was crying, but I didn't have to wonder for long. The heart monitor on the man gave out one continous beep signaling another life passing away. The woman cried harder not wanting to believe a a nurse came in to take the man to the morgue. I continued walking lost deep in my thoughts while surveying everything and everyone around me.

I stopped walking when I heard the sounds of a gutair coming through a door at the end of the corridor. I slowly start walking towards it opening the door and walking in the room to see a little girl playin the gutair and her mom sitting there with her. The girl looked up and gasped when she saw me. "Your Ashley! You've been hanging out with One Direction!" She gushed out jumping up from her chair and coming towards me. "I'm Elizabeth, but most people call me Liza. " She says happily grabbing my hand and pulling me to a seat next to hers. She looked like she was about seven or eight. Her mom excused herself to go use the restroom. I look at Liza and see her staring at me with a huge smile on her face. "Can I have a picture and autograph?!" She asked excitedly. I hesitate but utter out a, "Sure." She is the first person that has come up to me and asked for a picture or autograph. I thought as she pulled out a camera and snapped a picture of us and then handed me her camera with a sharpie. I quickly signed the camera in my unique handwriting before giving it back to her. "Can you play the gutair and sing to me?" She asked looking at me wit a hopeful expression on her face. I bite my lip unsure. I didn't want to say no to her, but will I actually beable to sing? I guess I'll have to find out sooner or later.

I picked up her gutair and hoped for the best.

AN:// so you guys should go thank @MochiiNyan because she helped me write this chapter! Thanks chicka! Hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think?:3 sorry for grammar/spelling!

Yuki xx