Can you see me? | L.S |

IV Chapter nineteen

Ahhhh IV it is!

POV: Louis Tomlinson

The officers have called for help so that our car can be repaired. The internet connection is also being looked into, so that it will work again. It is quite a long drive to our house, so the policemen have offered to give us a ride to the hospital. I am super happy with that because I want nothing more than to be with Harry at this moment. I want to be there when he wakes up. He may not recognise me, but I want to be there for him. Anyway, his life will change completely, because Anne is going to prison. I can say that with certainty, that's one thing. 'Wouldn't it be better if he could forget everything and just start again?' My father had asked me. I don't think so. His memories make him who he is. I don't know what happened all these years, but I'm sure it's more annoying to have lost everything than not to have. There must have been some great memories made in that house too.

But for now, I want to be there for Harry. I want to give him a chance to deal with other people. I want to take him to the beach, to the shops and to the park.

I look out of the window and see that we have arrived. My father has gone with me, because he wants to see Harry too. My mother has stayed with my sisters. Anne is also in hospital because of the stab wound, but if I'm honest I don't really care about her; I don't need to see her.

I thank the officers for the lift and then slam the door behind me. Together with my father, we walk into the big hospital. I have never been here before, but it is a very beautiful hospital. It is a mainly white building with lots of windows. Inside it is very big and people are walking everywhere.

Some are crying, some are laughing. Doctors are running around the building, and I see people walking with infusion sticks. I feel myself getting nauseous and I hold on to my father.

"Louis, are you okay?" Asks my father worriedly.

"Bit queasy," I answer back. I lower myself against the wall and sit down.

My father pats my shoulder in reassuring circles, which calms me down. I look at a family walking by. A mother, a father, and a girl of about 5 years old. Her parents are crying and the girl doesn't understand why. Her gaze falls on me and she smiles, then waves. I wave back and give her a little hand kiss. She giggles and then disappears from sight.

I get up carefully and my father looks at me with concern.

"You've done a lot today. Isn't it all getting a bit too much?"

I shake my head wildly. "No, no that's bullshit. I'll be fine."

"Okay, if you say so."

We walk together to the desk and ask where Harry is.

"Last name?" The lady asks. She has grey hair and glasses on her nose. She is also wearing bright red lipstick.

Shit, a surname. I don't know that at all! I was allowed to call Anne by her first name and not madam.

"Uhm...." I look helpfully at my father.

"We helped the boy, and we would like to know how he is doing." Helps my father me. "However, we don't know his last name because we never had contact with him. It's a very complicated story, but if all goes well he was just brought in along with his mother named Anne."

The woman types something into her computer, what makes me nervous.

"Harry Styles?" The lady asks.
"Sixteen years, had to be drained..."

Harry Styles.

"Yes, yes that's him!" I interrupt her.

"I see in his file that he just woke up. Ward 3C room 17!"

"Thanks!" I shout at the woman after which I drag my father along by his sleeve.

We take the lift, which is far too slow for my liking. My father whines that I shouldn't be so nervous but I can't help it. Did it work? Did it not work? Will he still recognise me?

The lift makes a pinging sound and I sprint out of the lift in search of room 17. I realise that it is not proper to run here so I switch to walking. I look into the room and see a girl about my age lying there, and she was so bad that it broke my heart. Tears spring to my eyes and I quickly look the other way to avoid bursting into tears.
I walk around the corner of the ward. Room 14, room 15, 16...
I arrive at room 17 and I already see him lying there with his eyes closed. My father comes and puts his arm around me. I am about to enter the room when a doctor stops me.

"Family?" The doctor asks.

"No, we're, um, this is his best friend." Says my father. I nod. That's the easiest way to bring it.

"Oh okay. Well, the draining has been done successfully. We still have to do a lot of tests before we can determine whether he has memory loss or not because that's what this draining was all about, I understood."

I nod.

"He has just woken up and we have removed the tubes from his throat. He may still have a hoarse voice."

"Oh, that doesn't matter," I say. "Can I see him?"

"Yes, you can." The doctor nods encouragingly and then leaves the room.

"I'll leave you alone," my father says.

"Thanks," I say back softly.

I carefully walk up to the boy lying on the bed with his eyes closed. I grab a chair and slide it next to the bed.

"Harry?" I ask.

Slowly he opens his eyes, which are dull.

"Hey, how are you?" I ask him.

He looks around wildly and places his hands in front of his eyes.

"What's up?" I also look around to see if I can find the cause but I can't.

"T-th"

Nothing more comes out of his mouth. I try very hard to think while looking around. "The window?" I try. Maybe it's open too far and he's cold?
But he shakes his head.

"Th-e l-"

"The light?" He nods.

Oh, that's it! The light is too bright. I walk over to the light switch and turn it off. I also walk to the window and close the curtains. Now it's a lot darker.

"Is that better? Again he nods.

I gently take hold of his hand which has no drip. "Harry, do you know who I am?" I ask.

Harry carefully opens his eyes and looks at me. He keeps staring at me and at that moment my courage sinks. He doesn't recognise me any more. He doesn't know who I am...

"Louis," he says in a hoarse voice.

My mouth falls open in surprise. He still knows who I am!

"That... that's right!"

He smiles. "I remember everything," he says almost unintelligibly, but these words are so precious that if he had played them I would still have heard them.

"Seriously?"

"Yes," he says as his smile widens. I squeeze his hand.

"Oh my god!"

Exactly at that moment, two doctors come in.

"Why are we so cheerful?" Asks one doctor.

"He just said that he remembers everything. We did it!"

"Wow, that's fantastic! Harry, we need to do a few more tests to establish that you really do remember everything and then we'll go again."

"Shall I leave?"

Harry squeezes my hand.

I look at him and he shakes his head. "Stay," he whispers.

"Okay, I'll stay with you."