We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Maybe This Is Payback For All Those Lives That I Took

Double update!!
Harry's POV
When Louis yells my name the second time, I look up from my phone, as I was trying to see whether or not my face is clean. Mus is lying limp in his arms, and Louis' face is clouded with concern and panic. Shoving my phone into my pocket, I run toward them.
"What happened?" I say, taking Mus into my arms, bridal style. Louis shakes his head, eyes wide. "Louis, speak!" For once I want him to speak, and Louis chooses this day to keep his lips sealed. Fucking hell.
"S-She...she collapsed in my arms. A-And then b-blood came out of her nose, a-and she puke-d." Louis stammers. I've never seen him this frightened. Ever. Not when our enemies are showering bullets at us. Not when we think that we're going to die. Not when we're making a drug deal. However, he's so scared just because Mus fainted.
"Let's get her to the hospital immediately," I say. Louis nods his head, and shoves his way through the crowd, automatically paving the way for Mus, and I. My phone starts to ring in my back pocket, but I ignore it. Right now, my number one priority is to get Mus to a hospital.
"Harry, where are the rental car's keys?" Louis says, without turning around as we make our way onto the quieter, less crowded part of the street.
"In my pocket. Right one," I say. I shift Mus a little so that Louis can easily access the keys. He takes them out, and we continue our jog down the street.
"I-I swear Harry, I don't know w-what happened." Louis says, and I don't know if I imagine this, or if a shiver actually passes through his body.
"It's okay, I know." I assure Louis. How do I tell him that Mus has been sick all along? It was just a matter of time, before her condition got worse. We reach the hotel, and I stop near the entrance.
"Bring the car here. Hurry!" I say, as more blood comes out of Mus' nose. My white shirt is now stained red. Mus is murmuring inaudible words. I dip my head closer to her ear so that I can make out what she's saying.
"Harry," Mus murmurs. "Let..."
"I'm listening." I say, even though I'm sure she doesn't understand what I'm saying.
"Tell...Harry," Mus tries again. I close my eyes, as a tear trickles down my cheek, and stains Mus' eyelid. I knew that this day would come; I've been trying my best to mentally prepare myself. However, no amount of preparation would lighten today. No one can understand what I'm going through today. I feel as if someone has taken a knife and is continuously stabbing it into a burning wound that's already been open for years; even though I should've tended to it a long time ago. I feel so helpless, standing here, holding Mus. Sure, Louis and I will take her to the hospital, but then? I can't save her because someone up there - if there is a divine being - is playing a sick joke on me. Maybe this is my punishment, my justice, for killing so many people. This is how I get payed. This is how I pay for my sins. A life of torture and pain, after the love of my life has been snatched away from me. A life of nothingness; oblivion. I don't see myself doing anything after Mus leaves me. I don't see myself breathing, functioning. Heck, I should just end my life with her. Louis honks the car's horn, snapping me out of my thoughts. Sniffing, I blink away the tears, and run toward the car. Louis opens the door for me from the driver's side, and I take a seat.
"Go! Go!" I yell, before I've even fully shut the door. Louis slams his foot on the accelerator.
"Harry, hold her head upwards, and place this underneath it." Louis says, handing me something that feels like it's made of cotton. I don't care if it's a shirt, a jacket, a towel; I just know that it will help Mus. I place it underneath her head, and lift up my knee so that her head is elevated.
"You'll be fine. You won't leave me," I murmur. I don't know why I'm saying those lines out loud. Maybe they'll come true.
"Fuck!" Louis curses, honking like a mad man. I bet everyone thinks that this car is being driven by a drunk person, but we could care less. Fuck them all!
"Missed it," Louis murmurs. Suddenly, he slams on the breaks, throwing me toward the dash. However, I place my hands over Mus' head and tighten my grip on her body, before she can go slamming into the dashboard. I look up to find Louis reversing on a one way road. He comes to a turn and makes a swift turn, increasing our speed once again.
"You know where you're going, right?" I ask him. Stupid question, I know. However, I just feel the need to speak right now.
"Yeah, I have my GPS." Louis says, looking down at his phone.
"She'll be fine, you know? Nobody can take her away from me." I say, nodding to myself. I've gone mad. Lost it.
"Yeah, she will be fine. Nothing to worry about." Louis agrees. Yeah, we've both lost it. Louis makes another sharp turn onto a sloping road, and slams his foot on the breaks. "Go, Harry!" I look up to see that we're at a hospital. I open the door and get out hastily. I jog into the hospital, looking around.
"I need a doctor! Doctor!" I yell, my eyes desperately searching for a man in a white, immaculate coat. People stop what they're doing and stare at me with wide eyes. As if something clicked inside them, everybody starts running around, and before I can blink, a stretcher is waiting in front of me. I place Mus on it gently, and it's wheeled away.
"Sir, please wait here." A nurse says, as they wheel Mus into a room with glass doors. I lean against the wall, placing my hand over my mouth to suppress my yells of pain, anger, and frustration. Before I know it, my shirt isn't wet from Mus' blood, it's wet from my tears.