Larry sick fics

Harry's wrist surgery

Harry had just undergone a major surgery on his wrist, and Louis was taking him to Anne and Robin's house to rest and recover. Harry was still feeling the effects of the anesthesia, making him loopy and out of it.

As they arrived at the house, Louis helped Harry out of the car and guided him inside. Harry stumbled a bit, feeling unsteady on his feet. "Whoa, Louis, where are we?" he asked, his voice slurred.

"We're at your mum's house, Haz," Louis said, trying to keep a straight face as he watched Harry wobble around. "We're here to rest, remember?"

"Oh yeah, the surgery," Harry said, sounding dazed. "Did it go okay?"

"It went great," Louis assured him, guiding him to the couch. "The doctors said you'll be as good as new in no time."

Harry flopped onto the couch, feeling relieved. "That's good," he mumbled. "My arm feels weird, though. I can't feel it."

"That's because of the sedatives, babe," Louis explained patiently, helping Harry to prop his arm up on a pillow. "Just try to relax and let the medication do its job."

Harry nodded, closing his eyes. He felt strangely weightless, like he was floating on a cloud. "This is nice," he murmured. "I could get used to this."

Louis chuckled, sitting down beside him. "Yeah, well, don't get too comfortable. You'll be back to your old self soon enough."

Harry grinned, feeling happy to have Louis by his side. "I'm glad you're here, Lou," he said softly. "You always make everything better."

Louis smiled, leaning in to give Harry a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I'll always be here for you, Haz," he said. "No matter what."

As the day wore on, Harry drifted in and out of sleep, occasionally waking up to mumble something nonsensical. Louis tried not to laugh, but he couldn't help finding Harry's groggy ramblings a bit funny.

At one point, Harry suddenly sat up and looked around, his eyes wide. "Louis, where's my hand?" he exclaimed.

Louis frowned, trying to figure out what Harry was talking about. "What do you mean, Haz? Your hand is right there," he said, pointing to Harry's arm.

"No, my other hand," Harry insisted, waving his arm around. "I can't find it."

Louis had to stifle a laugh as he watched Harry flail around, looking for a hand that wasn't there. "Babe, you're still feeling the effects of the anesthesia," he said gently. "Your hand is right where it's supposed to be."

Harry looked at his arm, then back at Louis, looking confused. "Oh, okay," he said finally. "I guess I'll just go back to sleep, then."

Louis smiled, helping Harry lie back down. "Good idea, babe," he said. "Get some rest."

As Harry drifted off to sleep, Louis couldn't help but feel grateful for the silly, loopy moments like these. Even though Harry was feeling groggy and out of it, they were still able to share a laugh and enjoy each other's company. And that was all that mattered.