Ringo's POV

Minutes passed as me and Zeke waited for the ambulance to arrive.

"What did you think you were doing?" I asked staring at Zeke in disbelief. Zeke didn't answer me, he just sighed and closed his eyes.

"I'm tired now…" Zeke mumbled slowly.

"You can't fall asleep just yet, you have to wait because you hit your head remember?" I told him.

"No…?" Zeke mumbled back.

"What are you talking about it happened a couple of minutes ago!" I said in astonishment, did Zeke really not know what I was talking about or was he just messing with me?

I could hear sirens in the distance moving closer and closer towards us.

I'd attempted to get Zeke's head wound to stop bleeding but the blood just kept spilling out like a waterfall.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked him rubbing his shoulder soothingly.

Zeke's face had turned white, I wasn't sure if it was from the coldness the loss of blood or even fright but he was as white as a ghost.

"Yeah…" He answered sleepily.

"I know you said it hut everywhere before but could you be a little more specific?" I asked him, normally I'd be annoyed if Zeke acted like this but at the moment I was just worried about him.

"No… It hurts everywhere" He mumbled. I let out an exasperated sigh and squeezed his hand, "mostly in my back though…" He added.

"Don't worry you'll be alright…" I soothed to him as the ambulance approached.

The Ambulance pulled into the side of the road as they unloaded a stretcher and ran towards me and Zeke.

"What happened?" One of them asked looking at Zeke.

"Motorbike accident" I answered shortly.

The paramedics lifted Zeke onto the stretcher and up into the ambulance, I clambered through the back doors and sat next to Zeke holding his hand.

"You're going to be alright…" I told Zeke again as I grabbed his hand.

"I don't like hospitals…" He mumbled back to me.

"I know…" I said.

"Zeke how many fingers am I holding up?" One of the paramedics asked as they crawled up to Zeke.

"I don't care…" Zeke mumbled as he closed his eyes.

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Declan's POV

"Andrew what's wrong?" I asked him smoothing his hair away from his face. I'd never been that good with the whole comforting thing but I knew Andrew needed someone right now.

"Everything bad happens at hospitals…" Andrew mumbled softly, as he slowly stopped struggling to get out.

"It's okay Andrew, nothing bad will happen to you" I told Andrew softly, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Go back to sleep…" I murmured, smoothing the hair off his face.

It took awhile but finally Andrew's sobs died down and he fell into a peaceful sleep.

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Zeke's POV

Zeke had been rushed into the emergency room leaving me to wait here alone in the cold dark waiting room. I wondered if I should call the others and tell them what had happened but decided it wouldn't matter anyway. Who would pick up the phone at this hour, I thought to myself before glancing down at my watch. It had just turned 4am.

Finally a nurse came up to me to fill me in on everything. "How is he?" I asked rushing up to her piling her with questions. "He's fine, his head wound was severe but it was a clean one and he has a mild concussion." She told me.

"So he'll be okay?" I asked concerned.

"Yeah, we think so but we'll keep him in for a couple of hours until we're sure."

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Declan's POV

"Declan…" Andrew mumbled as he woke up for what seemed like the millionth time tonight.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You know when dad was in here before?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I asked confused "What about it?"

"Well he had a go at me for wrecking the car, I mean seriously even when I'm lying here in hospital all he cares about is money" he said in disbelief. "I'm supposed to be his son!" Andrew cried. "It's like he doesn't even care about me…"

"I'm sure he does, he came to visit you, if he didn't care about you why would he do that?" I reasoned with him.

"Just because he visited doesn't mean he cares…" Andrew said his voice cracking on the last words. "It's just like the time he left me when I was a baby to continue his business"

"Come on, you can't think like that obviously he cares about you or he would've kicked you out of the house after the party at Steph's."

"He didn't say anything when your Mum kicked me out…" He mumbled under his breath.

"I think you just have to talk to him in the meantime" I told him confidently.

"He won't listen" Andrew muttered.

And with that, it was the end of the conversation. I'm not sure when but sometime that night we both fell asleep.

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Andrew's POV

I opened my eyes to the sunlight that shined through the dirty window.

I could see another figure sitting beside my bed and thought it was Declan, but as I tilted my head towards them I could see it was Dad.

"You're awake." Dad said in a shaky voice. That's weird Dad never seemed nervous.

"Hi…" I mumbled back stupidly.

"Declan told me about your conversation last night" He said icily.

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Paul's POV

Andrew struggled to remember what was said last night before a look of realization and horror filled his face.

"It's alright" I told him. "I'm so sorry that I ever made you feel that way, and I promise you that your way more important to me than some stupid money."

I can't believe that I was that harsh of a father that I had let my son believe that I didn't even love him…

A/N Okay I know this chapter kinda sux and I'm sorry but I have serious writers block and can't think of a thing to write so please please please give me some ideas/suggestions. And its holidays now and I'm going camping for 2 weeks so I won't be able to publish anything then. But atleast I'll have some time to think of things to write haha. Xxx.

"It's okay, I think I can handle this" I told the nurses as they filed out of the room.

"Andrew what's wrong?" I asked him smoothing his hair away from his face. I'd never been that good with the whole comforting thing but I knew Andrew needed someone right now.

"Everything bad happens at hospitals…" Andrew mumbled softly, as he slowly stopped struggling to get out.

"Nothing bad's going to happen to you though" I told him confidently.

"You know Dad" He asked me not expecting an answer.

"Yeah what about him?" I asked, wondering what this could be about.

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