Don't Let It Break Your Heart

10: Taking the Blame

Louis could see it coming a mile away, the fact Harry was still in the hospital bed unmoved, and the breathing tubes lightly set just underneath his nostrils. Louis wondered if those god awful things even worked, he knew Harry could get better, yet it felt like he was giving up, slowly and unaware of what was truly going on.

"It's just a headache...."

Harry would say only to keep Louis from worrying about him so much. If Louis kept on thinking about what occurred within the mere months of this sudden matter, he would honestly begin to take all the blame for what has happened, but he knew deep down in the pit of his stomach Harry was slowly dying, and even if he were to wake up he may not be the same again.

Louis turned towards the doorway, a few of their friends had come by to see Harry, however, Louis was sleeping at the time and didn't get a chance to say hello, pastel flowers set in a vase half full of water and he bit his lip, he wondered who came back to give his love flowers.

Closing his eyes, he shivered slightly. The hospital seemed to be a bit colder than he was used to and he hardly ever wore a jacket, at least indoors, he just felt like it was quite foolish.

As he was getting up to grab Harry's blue hoodie to slip around himself, he could've sworn he saw Harry move. It was vague, a little movement to none, but with his gloomy tired eyes, he was still able to recognize it.

"Hazza?" Louis addressed the lad's name before walking over, his name like a honey-sweet taste on his lips and he softly nibbled to hide the tears threatening to come. "Haz, love can- can you hear me?"

The doctor once told him that Harry was able to demonstrate different signs of coming to when the movements in his hands and feet became evident. But they weren't, they were only apparent.

Louis walked a bit closer once the jacket swallowed his torso, he could see how Harry barely wiggled his toes, and he could sob on the spot, four months his arse, it was going on six months and Harry was possibly improving from his coma state of mind.

~.~

"I need to see Louis, you can't just keep me in the waiting room like this!"

Harry huffed, sitting back down in the out-of-style, slightly creaking, and bland chairs that they provided for the ones who couldn't visit the patients. Harry knew this entire incident was his fault and of course, he blamed himself, but everyone made mistakes.

"Harry it's okay, maybe you can a bit later." Liam tried his best to console the boy, but no matter what he did or said, the guilt clung to him like his wet clothes.

"It's all my fault." His voice is low, tired even. It could explain his mood, but maybe it was all the things happening at once, he could help but swallow the sob threatening to leave his throat. "He'll never forgive me, Liam, I was such schmuck of a person and you can't tell me otherwise."

What was Liam to do? He knew he needed to be there to comfort the lad, but the fact Harry blamed the majority of it all on himself, well, he couldn't really say too much.

"Do you honestly believe that, Haz, c'mon you know it was an accident?"

Liam's eyes were guilt-ridden as well knowing that he didn't do anything fast enough to save his best friend, and here he was with Harry in the waiting room, comforting him as best as he could but it didn't feel enough. "It's not your fault, okay? Nothing is, so what you drink? It's a coping mechanism and I feel so bad for pushing you to quit, it's up to you to want that."

Harry nodded, slowly biting his lip, but didn't look Liam in the eyes after that.

"Louis was wrong as well, you know?" As much as you probably don't want to admit it due to the circumstances. And even though he loves you no matter what, he was very much wrong for telling you off."

Harry shook his head covering his face at the thought of blaming him for anything, especially right now, when he had no idea of his love's condition. It made him a bit anxious and he could hardly sit still anymore.

"Harry where are you going..?" Liam asked seeing Harry was soon standing up, and headed outside or so he thought.

Harry waved him off and shook his head, his curls bouncing as he did so, he wanted to fin Louis's room and hopefully see him in an acceptable condition, but as of no his mind was drifting towards the unknown and the questionable.

~.~

"He's improving." The doctor's words gave Louis almost instant chills. And he swallowed looking at the figure who lays in the bed. "How long has he had the subtle movements?"

Louis didn't even hear the question, and he felt like blocking everything but the negative out. He slowly licked his lips and turned towards Anne who was dabbing the tears from his cheeks, he didn't even realize he was crying. "I-I think he began the movements earlier on... maybe a c-couple of hours ago, I dunno."

As he adjusted his coat his eyes glanced to the bed and smiled, he could see vivid tears rolling down his face, meaning the lad was now in a dem REM sleep, only a step up from a coma, he was slowly coming out of it, or at least that's what e was hoping for.

"Please keep an eye on him for the night, and if anything changes please tell one of the staff here during the night."

Louis could only nod, his gaze never leaving Harry, he loved the lad so much and would do anything for him, even if it meant another night without sleep.

My fellow readers, thank you once again for reading you don't know how much it means, also I'm currently hecka tired.