more than this ;; h.s

Chap. 4

Louis' arm was still wrapped around my shoulder, leaning forward as if he was about to vomit again. "Louis, you awake?"

"Yeah," Louis nodded. "How far away are we?"

"You remember what happened?" Luke asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Louis lifter his head up, "Isla pushed me and I hit my head."

I winced, "Louis, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean for you to actually injure yourself."

"Isla, it's okay. I know." He smiled at me gently before hanging his head low again.

We'd passed more than enough rooms and just upon passing what felt like the hundredth room, none other than Harry himself burst out.

He saw us and frowned, "What's happened?"

Louis looked up and his face lit up. "Harreh!"

"Lou!" Harry exclaimed, concern all over his face. "What happened to you? Are you alrigh'?"

We kept walking and we gestured Harry to follow us. "I'm alrigh', Harry. I just fell over and hit my head. I have a concussion."

Harry frowned. "First aid is back the other way. Why are you coming this way?"

I coughed and readjusted Louis' arm. "To be honest I didn't even know where first aid was; I was just hoping we'd find it along the way or someone would see," my Australian accent seemed startling compared to English accents that rang out during Louis' and Harry's conversation, "Lucky we came across you, Harry."

Harry nodded, gesturing them to follow him. "Come on, it's this way."

We walked and walked, passing room after room, going back to where we came from. "You still with us, mate?" Mike asked Louis, shaking him a little.

"Yeah, 'course." Louis nodded, lifting his head up to look over at Mike.

"Are you kidding?" I exclaimed as we passed my dorm.

Turning around the corner, in clear view was a giant bright cross, with 'First Aid' written underneath it.

"Ugh," I groaned. "If we had just made a left rather than a right."

"It wasn't your fault, Isla." Luke said, then paused. "Well, technically it was, but none of us knew where first aid was. Also, it's not like Louis' dying or anything. Isn't that right, Louis?" Luke smiled.

I frowned, "Louis?"

No reply.

I shook his shoulder, "Dude, wake the fuck up, we're here. You can't go to sleep now."

Louis' eyes fluttered open. "But why?" He pouted.

"Come on." Mike said.

We made another left and turned into the first aid, looking at the nurse in there.

She was wearing what looked like a white lab coat and was quite thin. Her badge read 'Melanie Swan' and her red hair was pulled up into a tight bun and her blue eyes were narrowed at us like we'd just ruined her day.

She could've been quite pretty if it weren't for the distasteful look she had plastered on her face.

"He's got a concussion."

She nodded, grabbing an ice pack from the small freezer in there. "Sit him down on the bed."

We did as she said, sitting Louis up on the bed next to him, placing his hands in his lap.

Melanie came over and gave the ice pack to me, as she didn't know where the pain was coming from.

I placed the ice pack on the back of his head, assessing the injury before pressing it there. What if he needed stitches? Shit.