until we meet again - l.s

iv

lets go mfs part 4 finally

It was freezing and everything surrounding Louis was dark, cold air blowing right on his face and he couldn't quite figure out what it was, not until he dared to open his eyes. With a shaking and pale body, Louis realised he was still in the hospital, connected to thousands of machines, incluiding a tube going down his throat. It didn't take long for Louis to start panicking as he could barely move any of his arms to try and take the tube out of his mouth, soon he was so busy not chocking with his own saliva that he totally ignored the glass doors sliding open and the person coming through them.

"Louis!"

He didn't need to turn his head to know it was his mum's voice. Tears quickly came to his eyes to the thoughts of his mother seeing him like that.

"Shh, please calm down, baby," Johannah pleaded, her voice completely breaking as she caressed Louis' hair, "I'll get the doctor in here, just... try to stay calm," she said, wiping tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand while she reached for a button next to the bed's headboard, pressing it way too many times

For the next two minutes, Louis felt claws ripping his throat apart every time he tried to take a deep breath, the plastic sticking to his bare muscles, his lungs getting less and less oxygen and definetely way more than only two minutes. There was something telling him he could't keep up with the physical pain for much long, that until Harry's voice was present along his mother's inside the room. "Louis, I'm gonna take the tube out now, alright? I need you to breathe only through your nose," Harry spoke, the sereneness in his voice made Louis a type of way he wasn't able to explain even to himself

Without a single doubt, Louis surely could say the next moments were one of the worst of his entire life. The pure feeling of the plastic sliding up his throat to his mouth made him want to throw up for God knows how long just to forget how his own saliva tasted around his tongue.

Harry waited a few seconds to start checking up on Louis, asking him to cough a few times and to take several deep breaths as his mother kept caressing his hair and hand, "How are you feeling, Louis?" Harry asked, once again writing something on a chart to then lift his gaze to meet Louis' watery eyes

"My arm really hurts," the boy replied with a tremendously high pitch voice crack, his traquea didn't just feel but sounded fucked up in every way too

"Good! That's good, that's very good actually. Uhm, now that your mum is here and you're finally awake, I'll explain the surgery you had a few days ago," Harry said, totally aware of the horrified look on Louis' pale face. The only thing he wanted to do was comfort the boy with a hug, or at least hold his hand, but that was the least professional thing he could do at the moment. "The pulmonary embolism, or the blood clot completely blocked one of your main arteries before we could even try to dissolve it. When you passed out due to a panic attack and hyperventilation, you basically made your respiratory system crash into itself. We h— uh, Doctor Steinfeld had to intubate you in order for you to keep breathing even if it wasn't on your own. The surgery was filled as an emergency one, not needing your mum's signature or approval. Doctor Steinfeld performed an 'Embolectomy', which consists of inserting a thin, flexible tube into a vein in your arm, going all the way to your lung where she removed the clot,"

Louis ears were ringing and his eyes had started to unfocus. It was a bit too much information to take in so little time, he didn't even know what day it was and if it wasn't for Harry pointing out the fact it had been a 'few', the boy would've lost complete track of time thinking only hours had gone by. "You— uhm, you weren't in the surgery?" Louis asked, sight becoming utterly blurry with salty tears

"No... I wasn't," Harry said, shaking his head a couple of times with his hands clasped behind his back. "I am not your official doctor, so that's, uhm, why,"