Our Chemical Direction

Chapter 9: The Hospital

{Louis' POV}
I don't care what she says. I need to see her. I need to make sure she's alright. Especially since she's probably just finding out about Gerard.

I was devastated when I heard the news. He was always really cool, especially for my girlfriends dad. I hope he remembers everyone.

"Frank, what hospital is she at?" I asked. "How would I kn-" I cut him off. "Because you're her second legal guardian. They'd have to tell someone where she is. Therefore, I know you're not about to play stupid." I argued.

Frankie sighed. "Look, I don't want you going there. Thorn can obviously handle herself. She doesn't want you there, not because she's mad at you or anything like that. She wants to keep you safe. There's nothing you can do, except to keep an eye on her dad." he teared up, talking about Gerard.

"This isn't your fault." I spilled. Frank laughed. "You have no idea." he sighed. "I do have an idea. I know a crush when I see one." I chuckle. He turned even paler than before, if that's even possible.

"I just. This wouldn't have happened if I didn't care so much." he choked. I shook my head. "This had nothing to do with you. It was the people after Thorn. Which is why I need to make sure she's okay." I ended up proving my original point. He still said no.

"You don't know what you're getting into." he argued. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously I do. If they can manage to knock Gerard out long enough to carve things into his chest, then they can certainly drug her in a hospital. They probably have connections all through out that hospital. I know, and I still want to find my girlfriend. The consequences won't phase me." I yelled.

Why does everyone underestimate me? Its quite angering. But even with my confidence, I knew I might never come out of that hospital alive.

"Venus. Venus Medical Center." he gave in. I thanked him and climbed into a car. It took a half hour to get there from the house. When I arrived I was informed that she had an infection and that shes on LSD. Both making her fever spike.

"Thorn!" I grinned. I looked her in the eyes, but they were fixed behind me, her jaw dropped. She screamed. I mentally froze, but somehow managed to get the big wooden door closed before a .22 shell wedged itself into it.

I ran over to her and jumped over her, shielding her from any damage. "Its okay, baby. They know he has a gun now, they'll get him before he comes." I whispered into her ear. She started sobbing. It took all of my strength to stay where I was instead of charging after the attacker.

The door handle turned and the door swung open. "Tomlinson. Way." he grinned, before I felt a searing pain in my side. I yelled, angry and hurt. I stood up, pumped full of adrenaline. I charged, toppling on top of him. I used the small strength I had left to nail him in the face a few good times. He was knocked out cold.

"I love you.." I gasped as I blacked out.

{Thorn's POV}
I screamed as his eyes fluttered shut. "Help him! Help!" my throat grew sore as I yelled for a medic. Someone rushed in and loaded him onto a gurney.

My medication started wearing off, fast, as my adrenaline left me. I lifted up my shirt. There was a small nick where the bullet grazed me. It must've gone all the way through him. I felt queezy. If he wasn't there I would've died.

There's no way I would have survived a hole through my body with an infection, fever, and low immune system. He saved my life, and might die because of it. I curled myself up in a ball and started to sob.

I stopped sobbing when a new thought came to me. One man wouldn't come for us. There had to be more. I suddenly felt a little better. He was safe on an operation table. I could take the rest out and then we would be even.

I stood up and tried to keep my legs from buckling. The man's gun still had ammo in it. Good. I carried the gun into the hallway. Three men were heading towards my room, machine guns on them.

I started to aim and hit each of them in the gut, kicking their weapons out of reach. I felt gross, scared that I would have no problem doing that again. But once I saw the bright red rolling across the floor like an ocean, I knew this would haunt me. So I moved on.

It took a few turns down the hallway near reception for me to see any more danger. A pair of men had a lady pinned to the wall behind the computer. "I asked, where she was." he gritted his teeth.

"I'm right here, asshole. Put her down." I yelled over the commotion. I shot the silent one in the leg, causing him to collapse and let his gun slide out of reach. Before the other one had time to shoot I shot him in the shoulder.

Shit. Almost out of ammo. I started to think more clearly. This hospital might be near the building Gerard was found at. Maybe he was here the whole time.

"Mam, do you know the password for this computer?" I asked the petrified woman who was pinned against the wall. She shook her head. "536383" she answered. I nodded and entered the hospital database. Almost all the way down, was the name that me and Gerard now shared. Room 67. Great. They were up 4 flights of stairs, and the elevators were down from the attack.

I thanked the woman and ran towards the staircase. It took all of my breath, but I made it there. The hallway was filled with commotion and gunfire. I picked up a gun that luckily had ammo. I had forgotten to grab another gun before I made the trip up here.

I shot down a man in black carrying a machete. He was standing near the doorway to Gerard's room. Once I checked his pulse I ran to Gerard's bed. He was, of course, out cold. "Dad!" I screamed, lightly tapping his cheek. "I need your help! Now!" I cried. It was no use. Now of course, I know this isnt a fairytale, but I was panicked. Fairy tales don't really consist of fathers in comas and boyfriends in surgery, now do they?

"You have to wake up! I can't do this! Not on my own! Help me. Help me!" I yelled. My breathing started to fail me as sobs racked my body. "You motherfucker! Out of the few times I need you you're in a coma." I complained. I knew it wasn't his fault, that it was mine, but I needed someone to take the blame for the moment.

Just then, the door busted open. It was a man in a suit. I hesitated to shoot him.

"I want you." he said blankly. No emotion, no clues as to what he was talking about.

He was plain. No visible piercings or tattoos. Nothing to signal danger. No visible outline of a gun, hidden somewhere. Nothing. So what he said next surprised me. "I'm willing to pay you $2,000 every month if you manage to deliver 800 kilos to London." He offered. I laughed, and thought about reaching for my gun. It was my chance to take down the leader of the organization that ruined my life. So why didn't I shoot as soon as I had the chance?

"What's your name?" I blurted. The man chuckled. "They call me Phillip."

I shot. It hit him in the leg and he toppled over. "Go ahead. Kill an unarmed man." he teased. "Oh, I don't plan on it. You're going to sit here, 'unarmed', until the police come. You don't deserve death. That would be too easy." I spat.

I knocked him in the head with the butt of my gun and dragged him into the hallway. I closed the door, blowing a kiss into Gerard's room, and ran towards the operation center.

Louis was no longer being sliced open, so I went to the reception desk. I opened the computer, remembering the password, and scrolled through the files. Room 49.

Running up the stairs again, I landed in front of his room. He looked like he was heavily dosed. "Lou?" I whispered. No response. Its quite annoying when you don't get a response, even if you know they're knocked out. I tapped his cheek. "Thorn?" he asked. He was still groggy, but at least he was conscious. "Hey, its me. I told you not to come." I yelled. "You wouldve died if I wasn't here." he whispered, tears about to spill. I sighed. "I know. Thank you. But now you're hurt, and im-" I stopped talking, remembering that I was the first one to be in this hospital. I wasn't here for no apparent reason.

I grabbed a thermometer from the other side of the room and took my temperature. It was 102°, which was 3° lower than what it was earlier. Good.

I decided that I needed to rest, so I curled up next to Louis and drifted off.