Somebody's Child

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"What?! B-but the test s-said-" Harry stuttered as he freaked out. "Home pregnancy tests are not always accurate Harry. I took some of your blood to sample in the lab and the results show that you in fact pregnant. 3 weeks to be exact."

Harry looked at me as tears brimmed his eyes. "I-I can't be pregnant Louis." He said as he started breathing heavily. I tried my make him more comfortable and feel safe, but his breathing was becoming abnormal and he clutched his chest.

The moment Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head; I knew something was wrong. He started shaking badly and I immediately got up off the bed to let the doctors to their work. I crouched down by the wall, tears pouring down my face as I saw the doctors and nurses all rush in to help him.

Harry had never had a panic attack before, and this wasn't normal behavior for him. I was so scared of loosing him. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a loud alarm. "Get Louis out of here!" one of the doctors yelled.

A nurse walked over and helped me up, taking me out of the room. I watched as the doctors gave him CPR and shock his heart 2 times before there was a Paulse. I cried in relief when I saw him all calm again- asleep. The doctor came out to talk to me.

"Harry had an anxiety attack, which led him into a seizure. He's never had a seizure before, has he?" He asked and I shook my head as I looked back over at Harry. "I thought so. The stress from the seizure put a lot of stress on his body that it shut down. I'm putting Harry on medication for it to help stop them. The baby will be fine and so will Harry if we get it under control." He said before patting me on the back.

"Would I also be able to get a blood and urine sample from you? We found evidence of an STD in Harry's system-" I looked up in shock. "wot. wot did you just say?" I asked confused. "We just want to make sure it didn't come from you, or we will have to treat you for it as well." I stood there in disbelief. I knew I was clean- I just got tested a few days ago, as did Harry.

This was making no sense to me what so ever. The clients always wore condoms. I sat in with them for fuck sakes I knew they did!

I agreed and he took some of my blood as I sat down beside Harry. I had to tell Jeff Louis would not be working tonight and he was going to be pissed. When the doctors finished taking blood, I pulled out my phone to call Jeff.

"What!? that absurd! I need Harry here tonight!"

"Jeff, he's been admitted into the hospital! I can't just take him out!"

"Well, what's wrong with him?" he asked, and I froze.

"He has an STD. Which made him have a seizure. Which stopped his heart!" I screamed back at him.

"How the fuck did he get an STD?! all our clients wear protection!" Jeff huffed. "Fine. Stay there with him. Call me if there's any update." And with that, the line went silent.

"FOOKING WANKER!" I screamed into the phone, even if he couldn't hear me. I climbed back into bed with a sleeping Harry for a while until the doctor came back in. "Louis, you are clean. Do you have any idea how Harry may have gotten it? Has he been sleeping with other men? Yes, but they all wear protection. or has he been sexually assaulted recently-"

I looked up, then at Harry. I never ever leave his side. He is always with me. Except when he goes into the room with the other boys before meals. But nothing like this ever happened before until Dean came- "DEAN THAT SUPID FOOKEH." I growled.

"You know who did this?" He asked. "I have a very good suspicion. This new guy at our work, they have a history together- fuck I'm going to kill him."

"Its okay, we are treating Harry right now. He should be good to go home tomorrow. Here are his meds. You only give them to him when he has a panic attack- to keep it from escalating any further."