Like A Dream

Chapter 25

Louis' expression went from shock, then anger, then disappointment, and finally concern. It had clearly been a massive surprise to calmly go visit his next patient, only to see his own submissive waiting on the bed. He wasn't even sure how to react.

"Hi," the Dom said, voice sharp. He set down his clipboard and supplies, then made his way over to Harry, who gulped. Louis sat on the bed next to Harry, looking at him sternly, but also with concern. "I'm sure you know I'm quite confused at the moment, so let's start with the obvious question: are you alright?"

Harry nodded, fidgeting under Louis' gaze. He was relieved the Dom hadn't started yelling at him without asking him what was wrong. "Yes, Sir."

"Alright." Louis nodded, lips pursed. "Then why are you here?"

The sub squirmed. He didn't want Louis to worry, which was why he had said he was fine, but he realized that wasn't the right thing to do. "Actually ... I'm not alright. I think my leg is broken."

Louis' mouth went agape. "Haz, how did this happen? This is a serious injury. I never want you to get hurt." He moved to inspect Harry's leg, pulling on some gloves.

Harry hissed when Louis lightly touched his leg, the Dom quickly apologizing. "I was with Nick," he said sheepishly. "And we took Dylan's motorcycle out. 'M sorry!"

"I think Nick is becoming a bad influence on you," Louis told Harry firmly, wiping off the bloody spots on Harry's scraped and bruised leg gently with alcohol. "He gets you in dangerous situations like that. Now, your leg is hurt — maybe even broken."

The sub stared at Louis with sad eyes and a pout, not knowing what to say. "He's not a bad influence on me," he muttered grumpily. "He's my friend!"

Louis ignored him, though Harry could sense the irritation his Dom was feeling. "Try to move your leg for me," Louis ordered.

Harry obeyed, making to move his leg, though a sharp, terrible pain shot up his entire leg, making him groan. "Ow!" he exclaimed, clutching it. "It hurts!"

"It's definitely broken," Louis said with a sigh. "We'll have to do some X-rays to be sure, though. Let me help you into a gown and a wheelchair."

Harry frowned at the mention of a gown, hating the horrid hospital clothes. "I don't want a stupid gown," he mumbled, but a look from Louis made him be quiet.

"You wouldn't be in this position if you hadn't listened to Nick," the Dom retorted, helping Harry take off his clothes and neatly fold them. He silently slipped Harry's arms through the holes, then ordered, "Turn around." He tied up the back of the gown, Harry avoiding eye contact the entire time due to annoyance and guilt — but mostly guilt.

"Alright," Louis began, wheeling a chair next to Harry's bed, "Let me help you in the chair." He picked Harry up from under his armpits, mindful of his hurt leg, and set him in the chair.

"I'm sorry, Louis," Harry said quietly as the Dom wheeled him to the X-ray room. "I didn't mean to be irresponsible. Nick dragged me into it."

"We'll talk about this in more detail later," Louis said, not much emotion in his voice. "Thank you for apologizing. You're a good boy."

Harry grinned at the praise, but his eyes widened when they entered the radiology room. The X-ray looked big and kind of scary. He had never had one before, so he wasn't sure what to expect. "Lou?" he asked, watching the Dom set up the machine.

"Yes, Haz?" he asked, sliding some type of metal board into the machine and placing a black sticker on it.

"Will this hurt?" he asked, feeling small and worried. He hated hospitals.