My Own Savior || Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 4

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Harry's POV

When I finally came to, I somehow had ended up in a room that looked similar to a hospital. I began to feel frantic, not having any clue why I was here, until I remembered that someone had stabbed me from behind.

What kind of fucked up person would do that?

I was going through all possibilities in my head but was cut from my thoughts as a young female nurse walked into the room.

"I'm glad to see you are awake, Mr. Styles! How are you feeling? We have you on some strong medicine so that should keep most of the pain away for now," she said gently as she took my temperature and offered me a small cup of water.

"I'm okay I think... I'm just confused I guess. I don't really know what happened, besides the fact that someone must not like me too much," I took a few sips of water and felt a sharp pain shoot down my side. I winced.

She looked at the thermometer and then to me, "Well, you don't have a temperature anymore so that's brilliant. As far as what happened, you were stabbed by another patient here. Zayn Malik? He has been taken to the isolation hall for now until they decide what to do with him. He seemed rather pleased about his attack on you, so hopefully they won't be too easy on him."

So that's who I heard laughing before I passed out. But why does he hate me so much? I mean sure I we got in a fight but would he really want to try to kill me over that?

I instantly felt resentment towards to dark haired boy.

"How long do I have to stay in this room? I feel alright... just tired. I'm not in a hospital am I? Where is Niall I want to talk to him," I said in a rushed breathe.

She laughed at my sudden flood of words, "You are still at Linwood Park, and you will be able to go back to your room here in a few hours, once we make sure you are stable enough to be on your own. And your friend Mr. Horan has gone to the dining hall for lunch. He said he would try to come back and see you afterwards."

She changed my bandages and adjusted the amount of blankets on my bed since I no longer had a fever. So I had been out for about four hours... I shuddered at the thought of what could have happened to me.

I thanked her with a smile and a nod as she turned to leave the room. There were so many thoughts running through my head, but I couldn't seem to process them all individually. I settled for turning on the telly to try to distract myself and slow my mind.

Niall eventually came back, giving me the tightest hug he could in my current fragile state, and I asked him if he knew anything else about what happened. He told me he hadn't, had just overheard some kids talking about me getting stabbed before running to the medical area to find me. The thought of someone caring about me like Niall did brought a small smile to my face, and I thanked the higher powers for the Irish boy.

I finally got to go back to my room around half two, and I was relieved to be back in the somewhat familiar walls. I still felt like I was in a good deal of pain, but someone came once every few hours to give me more medication. I was in and out of sleep, due to exhaustion and morphine, for the next two days. Simon had stopped by at some point and said a few encouraging words, and that he was truly sorry about the whole thing. A few other random teen from my hall came and went, bringing me a few wild flowers from the garden, or a chocolate chip cookie smuggled from the dining hall.