You & I [Larry Stylinson AU]

The Hospital- Chapter 4

The ride to the hospital probably only lasted about ten minutes, but it felt like forever without Louis. I was worried about him, what if he was hurt? The ambulance pulled in, and I was lead into the emergency room. Louis was already there, tapping his foot anxiously and looking around. His eyes met me, and he visibly let out a breath. I ran up to him and hugged him with one arm, pulling him close.

"Are you okay, baby? Have they said anything yet?" He shook his head.

"They just said they'll have to X-ray my leg. How's your arm feeling?" I looked down at it, examining the bone, jutting out slightly. Honestly, it was the worst pain I had ever felt. But I didn't want him to know that, he would just blame himself.

"I'm fine, Lou. It hurts pretty bad, but I'll be fine." A couple of nurses ran up to him and pushed him away on the gurney, but I ran after them. "Hey! Where is he going? How long will he be there?" The two nurses looked at each other hesitantly.

"I'm sorry, we only give that information out to family," one of them said.

"I- I'm his brother," I stuttered. Louis went red in the face and started coughing uncontrollably. I could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh. Shut up, Lewis, it's the first thing I could think of, alright?

He stopped coughing after a few seconds and smirked at me. "Okay, well, I guess we can tell you then. He's going to the X-ray room down the hall, he'll probably only be about 15 minutes, if that."

"Can he come with me?" Louis asked.

"No, I'm sorry, but he needs his own X-rays done too. But you can meet back up here when you're done?" We looked at each other and nodded slowly. I gave him one last squeeze of the hand before they pulled him away.
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After we had both been X-rayed, we met up in the same spot, our families waiting for us. My mom ran toward me and hugged me. "Oh, Harry, are you alright, love?"

"Yeah, mum. I'm alright, come on, we need to go see the doctor." She nodded and Louis and I lead everyone up to our room. It was an average hospital room, with a couple of cabinets, a hard sofa and chair, a small TV, a bunch of medical equipment, and two beds. Instead of going to our own beds, we climbed up into one, carefully avoiding each others' injuries. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. My head rested on his chest, his steady heartbeat in my ear. It was comforting.

Our families were surrounding the bed, swamping us with questions about what happened.

"What happened?"

"Does your arm still hurt?"

"Who called the ambulance?"

"How's your leg?"

"Louis, what were you thinking?"

"Guys," I interrupted. I felt Louis' heartbeat speeding up. He blamed himself. I traced random shapes in his side and rubbed my thumb across his hand, trying to remind him that I was there, and I didn't blame him. "It wasn't Louis' fault, okay? He thought he could handle it!"

"No, Harry, they're right-"

"No, Louis," I said firmly, looking up at him. His eyes were slightly red, tears brimming. "It's not your fault. I don't blame you. I still agreed to it, right?" He nodded sadly. "Then it's just as much my fault as yours." I leaned up, kissing his nose and resting my forehead on his. Louis opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the door swinging open.

The doctor was a tall, bald man with thick glasses. "Hello, I'm Dr. Sanderson," he greeted calmly.

Everyone muttered a small "Hi," or "Nice to meet you."