Opposites Attract (Marcel&Louis Stylinson)

Chapter 40

Perrie's POV - Hospital, January 31, 11:45 P.M.

It's devastating what Marcel and Louis goes through. It's tragic and horrendous and heart breaking. But how do they remain so strong?

We're all waiting in the waiting area. Marcel hasn't spoken a single word for the past hours. Niall fell asleep with his head resting on Liam's lap. Liam is dreadfully exhausted but refuses to sleep because he wants to make sure Marcel won't do anything stupid. Zayn is talking to a nurse, giving her Louis' information and phoning Jay. Jay is on her way here.

I'm sitting beside Marcel who's been staring blankly at the ground.

I don't know why bad things happen to such good people.

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Marcel's POV

I know Perrie really wants to speak to me but I really don't have anything to say, to anyone really. I just want to see Louis. I need to know that he's okay.

A familiar looking girl appeared in front of me and I looked up to meet her eyes.

"Marcel," She said softly.

This girl... ski holiday... she.. she's the one that kissed Louis.

"Eleanor?" My voice came out raspy, quiet. Like I'm fighting a bad cold.

She knelt down and placed her hands on my knees, "Are you alright?"

My puffy red eyes can obviously answer that question, "No."

She nodded and rubbed my knee, "I'm so sorry."

"Me too."

"I was the one that called Zayn to tell him about this so he could tell you."

What? How would she know about this?

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I was there when Louis got hit..." She sighed, "I saw it happened because him and I were just talking and catching up in a cafe. I offered to take him home but he wanted to walk, he was in a hurry to come home to you and your friends. The truck came so quickly, I yelled out to him but he looked really out of it and-"

I got up and walked pass her. I walked out of the waiting area to find the toilets. I stepped inside and thankfully, it was empty. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. I began to cry again as I take in all of what she spoke.

Liam showed up about a minute later. He leaned against the wall beside me and closed his eyes,

"Stop running away."

I swallowed hard then wiped my face with the back of my hand.

"You can't hide, Marcel. I knew you were going to cry."

I felt like something was in my throat due to all the mourning I've been doing.

"We have to be positive."

I moved away from the wall and walked over to the sink and turned on the water. I splashed the water to my face and turned off the sink. I reached for the paper towels and wiped my face. I threw the paper towels into the trash bin and returned to the wall.

"I know," I said quietly.

"You lost your voice," He turned to look at me.

"Yeah," I choked out.

I sounded like a worn out speaking doll. I was battling to form understanding sentences. My throat was really hurting and my voice is lifeless,

"This sucks."

Liam nodded and got off the wall. He turned to face me and offered both of his hands. I took them and led me out of the toilets.

We made it back to the waiting area. Eleanor was sat beside Perrie and they were talking. Once she saw me, she immediately stood up and apologized.

"No," I managed to say, "It's okay. I'm the sorry one. I just.. thank you for calling and all. Thank you for being there with him."

She looked really guilty and sorry, "Um, of course," She nodded.

"You should go home and rest," Liam suggested, "Thanks for helping Louis out and everything."

"Yeah, I should. I'm glad I could help," She gave us a weak smile before leaving.

Zayn came back shortly afterwards and explained, "Jay's going to be here soon. Louis' just finished operation and got some things done but I'm not sure where yet. The doctor will come here to speak with us in like a minute and hopefully, we'll get to see him."

Liam held my hand tightly and Perrie stood up to hug Zayn. Niall was still asleep on the connecting chairs.

"I'll wake up," Liam let go of my hand and went over to Niall.

"He's alive, right?" I met Zayn's eyes.

"I don't know," Zayn replied.

The doctor arrived soon and we all gathered around him.

"Doctor Ross," I smiled.

"Marcel!" He pulled me into a hug.

"You remember me?"

"Of course. You and.. Louis. Louis he-"

"He's okay, right?" I asked, hopefully.

"Well, he's in a hospital room now. Only 2 people can visit him right now so.."

"Marcel and I will go," Zayn stepped beside me.

Doctor Ross nodded and led the way. I can't believe after more than 2 years, he remembers. He cared for me when I was in the car accident years ago. He's the one that talked to Louis in private when I couldn't remember who Louis was to me. Now, it's Louis who's injured and he's the one who's caring for him. Interesting really.

"Just tell me one thing right now," I stated from behind Dr. Ross, "There's no damage to his brain, right?"

Doctor Ross chuckled as he continued to walk, "Don't worry, Marcel. His brain is perfectly fine."

Good. If Louis can't remember me, I'd probably die instantly.

"I'm glad to see you two are still together," He said.

"We're married."

He stopped walking and turned to face me, "Congratulations!"

"Thank you," I gave him a weak smile.

He patted my shoulder and continued leading the way. We arrived at a familiar looking hallway. Well, most of the hallways are the same so I can't be the judge of that. The feeling though, the feeling hospitals give me is the same.

"Room 413?" I questioned.

"Yes, room 4-" Dr. Ross spoke, "Wait a minute, isn't this the same exact room you were in when you were here?"

Zayn raised his eyebrows, surprised by the fact. I can't believe it myself. Same doctor, same room? Wow. That actually gives me hope, I was healed in this room. So, Louis will be healed in this room as well.

We entered the room. I held Zayn's hand, scared of how painful I will feel once I see Louis.

I was right. We turned to see Louis with both of his legs wrapped in white bandages. His legs rested on two cushions. A few scars and bruises on his face. He wore a breathing mask and tubes connected into his arms.

I covered my mouth with my free hand and gasped. Zayn walked me over to stand beside Louis.

He looked so fragile and almost broken. My poor Louis.I turned and cried into Zayn's neck. Zayn held me securely as we stood.

"Marcel," Dr. Ross began, "Louis really damaged his legs. His body is weak right now so he's in need of a breathing mask. Don't let that scare you though. His brain, head, face, arms, and upper body are all okay. He will need to stay here for a while, we're not sure how long yet. Right now, we're not sure when he'll wake up either it. That's entirely up to him. He should, though, wake up some time tomorrow."

I guess I don't really know how to reply to the information but I'm really hoping he'll really wake up. Louis' strong. He can do it.

"Thanks doctor," Zayn continued to hold me.

Doctor Ross walked over to me, "You're a strong person, Marcel. Your husband is also a very strong person. Don't you dare give up on him."

"I won't," I replied, "Never have and never will."

"Good," Dr. Ross left afterwards.

Jay arrived just in time and Zayn left to go get her. I pulled a chair up beside Lou.

I made sure the blanket was covering his body so he won't be cold.

"Hi, Louis," I said quietly, "Are you warm? Well I hope you are. I hope you'll wake up soon because I really need to hear your voice."

His eyelashes are so long and beautiful. He looks very peaceful when he's asleep.

"You deserve a break, Louis. Rest well, okay? I'll be waiting right here. Room 413 is our room and it's a magical room, I'm sure of it. You're going to be perfectly fine again very soon," I wiped my tears and continued, "Your mum is coming. We're all here for you."

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February 1st, 12:27 P.M.

The room was dead silent. Niall and Liam fell asleep, leaning onto each other on the sofa. Perrie slept with her head on Zayn's lap in the other sofa. Jay sat on a chair beside Louis, opposite from me. She was asleep as well. Only Zayn and I were still awake.

"Marcel," He whispered.

I took my focus off of Louis and looked over at Zayn.

"You can sleep if you want, don't tire yourself out."

"I can't sleep," I replied.

"Well, I'm gonna sleep for a bit, then. Will you be alright?"

I nodded and smiled, "I'll be fine."

"Okay."

It was a quiet for a little bit before Zayn abruptly said, "And by the way, happy birthday."

He remembered. The only person who remembered so far.

I genuinely smiled before saying, "Thanks Zayn."

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5:57 P.M.

Louis hasn't woken up yet. Niall, Liam, Perrie, and Zayn went back to the apartment for some rest, food, showers, and new clothes. Niall offered to grab me some clothes as well.

Mum and Gemma called to check in on us. Gemma is back at university so isn't able to make it. Mum is caught up at work all week. Jay told them it's okay and they don't have to worry. Jay seemed tired and restless. I told her to go back to the apartment with the lads and Perrie for good rest. She needed it. I managed to get her to go so she did. They've been gone for about an hour now.

Zayn calls literally every 10 minutes to check up on me.

I massaged Louis' hands and arms for him. I read him news online from my phone, hoping he's listening even though he hasn't awaken yet. I just want to feel like I'm interacting with him. I miss his voice and his touch so much it hurts.

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11:03 P.M.

I fell asleep around 10. I held onto Louis' hand the whole time. I abruptly woke up when I felt his hand moved.

"Louis?"

His body started to shake. Something was coming out of his mouth and his heart was beating rapidly quick. I instantly took the breathing mask out for him and white foam dripped down onto his neck.

"LOUIS! LOUIS!"

I panicked. I tried to hold him down but he just kept shaking.

Nurses and Doctor Ross immediately rushed in and pushed me out of the way. I watched as they gently turned Louis over on his stomach, careful not to hurt his legs, and let the foam come out of his mouth, a nurse held a tray for the foam to fall onto. Doctor Ross soothe and rubbed Louis' back as the other nurses made sure Louis' legs weren't in a position of pain.

I was terrified. Witnessing Louis having a seizure is one of the worst things in the entire world.

11:56 P.M.

I called Zayn and told him what happened. I told them they can just come up tomorrow since it's late and everyone's asleep and resting and that everything's okay. Zayn agreed. I went back into the room and Doctor Ross explained what happened. I told him I understand and I knew. He said Louis' fine and that most likely won't happen again.

I made my way over to Louis and sat down. He's now back, properly in bed, fed, hydrated, and clean. His eyes fluttered opened and he turned to look at me.

"Oh thank god," I smiled.

"Marcel," His hands reached for mine.

I took hold of them and he tried to turn slightly on his side.

"Don't hurt yourself!" I helped him.

He rolled his eyes.

"Your legs are practically broken," I teared up.

"Marcel," He said again and swallowed hard.

"Get some rest," I insisted.

"Marcel."

"What?" I kissed the back of his hand.

"I'm about to fall asleep, I can feel it," His eyes kept closing and opening.

"Mmhm."

"But I want to... I wanted to tell you.."

"What, Louis?" I scooted impossibly close to him.

He opened his eyes and looked into my green ones, "That I love you and I'm sorry I didn't make it home for your tacos,"

I smiled and nodded, "It's okay."

11:59 P.M.

"And," He breathed heavily and licked his dry lips, "Happy birthday."

"You fool," I giggled, "You're making me cry."

He reached up and wiped the tears from under my eyes away, "Please.. don't.. cry."

"I love you, Louis," I hovered over him and connected our lips.

Even though Louis' in pain and is very tired, he can still kiss like a pro.

"I- I wanna cuddle," He mumbled.

"You're joking right?" I chuckled.

He shifted over a bit, leaving space for me, "I'm not joking."

I climbed onto the bed, careful not to touch his legs. The bed surprisingly fit both of us. Louis lied on his back, his left arm wrapped around me and I nuzzled my face into his neck. My left arm hugged his upper body and my legs curled up.

The room was fairly dark and silent.

I thought Louis fell asleep but his voice proved me wrong, "Marcel."

"Hmm?"

"I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What is it, Lou?"

Louis turned his head and I looked up to meet his eyes,

"You know I love you and you know we can be really good daddies."

"Of course," I smiled, "You'd be the best father ever."

"I've been thinking a lot about this," He pulled me closer to him and rested his forhead on mine and brushed our noses back and forth before asking,

"Do you want to start a family together?"