till death...

chapter fifteen

Louis's POV

I can't believe Harry's here. I don't remember much but I know that he was upset with me.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't know he was coming to visit. I shouldn't have left you, I didn't mean for him to kiss me. I fucked everything up and -" I ramble

"Please stop." He lays his head down on my bed. "We can talk about it later." I really hurt him and I know it.

"Okay." I lay my head back and close my eyes.

"I'm gonna get someone since you're awake." Harry stands up and walks to the door way summoning a nurse.

"Hi hun. How are your feeling?" An older white haired nurse comes in.

"I've been better." I give her a weak smile.

"Any distinct pain?" Shes writing my vitals down on a chart by the door.

"Uh not really. My chest hurts pretty bad when I breathe but other than that no."

"Ok I'll send a doctor in soon. Alright love?"

"Sounds good, thanks." Harry's takes his seat next to me again.

"I had no idea you were having surgery. Was it emergency or something?" I can tell he genuinely feels bad.

"Um - not exactly. It was scheduled a month ago when they found blood clots in my lungs and stomach."

"Why didn't you tell me?" A hurt expression displays on his face. I try not to take it too personally.

We're silent for a few minutes when the doctor walks in.

"Hello Louis." He smiles big. "And Harry." He tilts his head is an introductory way.

"So we got some good news. We were able to remove all of the blood clots-" Harry squeeze my hand. "- and we have decided that the next best step for you would be to start a new treatment plan. This new treatment is shown to be 75% effective in preventing any new blood clots from arising, which is outstanding, We just got a shipment of the first samples in this morning." His smile fades. "All we need is a legal adult guardian to sign."

"Louis, this is great. Oh my God!" He so excited and I'm about to break his heart. Again.

"I can't. I don't have a guardian to sign. Could I wait until i'm 18?" I try not to look at Harry but I can see his unsatisfied face in my peripheral vision.

"Huh? Just call your mom Lou." He doesn't understand but how could he, we've never talked about our families in depth.

"She's not gonna do it. I'll just wait."

"I'll sign it. I'm 18, a legal adult." He banters with the doctor.

"That's not how this works Harry. You know this." He gives him an apologetic look.

"C'mon! Please, just let me sign it! He won't be 18 until December. It's April! That's 9 fucking months! What is he gets worse?"  He's getting hostile quickly and I can't handle the pity, why can't he just leave it alone.

"Harry-"

"Give me the fucking paper and just let me sign it." He's so heated and I don't understand why.

"Harry!" They both shoot a look at me. I've propped myself up on my elbows. "Stop. It's fine, alright? I'm fine with or without the damn treatment!"

"You're not though. You need it, please i'm just trying to help you." His eyes are pleading.

"Fuck you!" He slightly jolts back as if the words actually hit him.

My heart rate monitor sounds louder and louder the angrier I get. I don't like yelling at Harry but I'm upset.

"Harry let's step outside." Doc grabs Harry's forearm and drags him outside of my door. I curl up and face the other way but I can still hear their tense conversation.

"What if he doesn't make it to 18? What happens then?" Harry demands.

"I can't do anything about this Harry. It's the law, I promise if I could let you sign it I would but I can't." The doctor is stern but in a calm way.

"I don't want him to die, he can't die!" I'm looking through the glass door now and I see Harry softly shove the doctor as he speaks.

"We're all gonna die, You're gonna die, I'm gonna die. It's the sad truth but i'm gonna do everything I can to make sure it's not under my watch. So please leave that to me and go get some rest." He places his hand on his back and leads him off the unit.
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