Louis' POV:
I was very impatient. I paced around in the waiting room, thinking the worst. It's times like these that I need to stop being so pessimistic. What if Harry bleeds out during the surgery? What if the surgeon accidently slips and slices into a vein or artery? So much can happen in an emergency room. There are television shows about this kinda shit. It's scary. My breathing went rapid. My heart raced. Will he be okay? Why is it taking so long?
The nurse finally came out. "Mr. Tomlinson," she started. Her tone of voice and how terrified she looked pushed me over the edge. I broke down crying. "Wait, why are you crying?" Her voice became soft. I looked up, wiping my eyes. "Were you going to say that he didn't make it?" My voice cracked. She shook her head, "No no. He's fine. He's still under anesthetics so he might not feel anything if you, let's just say, hug him." I scrambled to my feet and hugged the nurse. "Thank you! Thank you!" I squeezed her tight and ran off into the ER.
Harry was lying there, staring at the blank wall. "Harry," I called. He was unresponsive. He didn't look over at me. I finally just waked over to his bed. "Harry, how are you feeling?" He glanced to me from the wall, then back to the wall. "Fine," his voice was cold. It sent shivers down my back. Something was wrong. "Is there an-anything wrong?" I stuttered. His arms were crossed over his chest. He drew one breath in, then let it out. "What do you want? Why are you here?" he said, eyes not leaving the wall. I took one step back. "I-I'm sorry. I'll go now.." I turned around and opened up the door. Running out of the waiting room, I approached my hospital room. Slamming the door, I collapsed on the floor and sobbed.
Harry's POV:
Why was that guy in here? He was weird and pretty much obsessed with me. Asking if I was okay. Why wouldn't I be? Fucking weirdo. The nurse came in. "Hey, uh, nurse lady. Who was that guy?" I called to her. She was writing something on the paper clipped to her clipboard. "That was, uh, either just your friend or boyfriend." Her gaze didn't leave the paper. I laughed. "No no. I have no boyfriend. That's ridiculous. The nurse stopped writing, looked up, then left the room. Wonder what that was about?
About five minutes later, the nurse returned but this time with the doctor. "Did you give him the anesthetic that causes amnesia?" She asked the doctor. He looked down at his clipboard and sighed. "Oh. Ha, oops." He shrugged. The nurse nearly screamed at him, "Don't 'ha, oops' it! How long is this going to last?" He shook his head. "I don't know for sure. He needs someone to show him around, you know, familiar places. It could take days for him to regain his memory." The nurse scoffed. "And you're the certified one." She mumbled as she and the doctor left. Amnesia? What's that?
Louis' POV:
"Mr. Tomlinson," A doctor called from the other side of the door as he knocked. I got myself up from the tile floor and opened the door. "There seems to have been a little...incident.." I looked at him, curiosity flooding me. "I have given your friend, Harry, an anesthetic that seems to have a side effect of amnesia. By mistake of course." I sat on the edge of my bed. So Harry isn't mad at me! He just doesn't remember me. "How long will this last?" I asked. "As long as it takes for someone to jog his memory." The doctor said simply. "But, in some cases it's not that easy. This may require some time if it isn't right away. You understand that, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Yes, sir. But if you'll excuse me," I jumped off the bed and stood up fast. "I have a memory to jog." With that, I zipped out of my hospital room and walked fast for the ER, heart beat increasing with every step I took. I don't want Harry to forget. Forget everything that has happened between us since the day I met him. This is very urgent.
