Broken

chapter 14

Louis' POV

"Hello," a pretty receptionist greeted, "who are you here to see?"

"Harry Styles," I said frantically.

She typed the name into her computer and then looked back up at me, "room 305."

"Thank you," I mumbled, before bolting down the hall, the boys hot on my trail.

I reached his room, but paused. Weird huh? I run down the hall as fast as humanly possible, well maybe not that fast, but as soon as I reach his room I start freaking out. I'm just scared as to what I was going to see. Was he going to be sitting up laughing with a nurse or was he going to be unconscious with machines attached to almost every part of him? One way to find out. I opened the door and looked inside. A doctor was hovering over Harry, who was still unconscious, and taking down numbers. He looked up at me and gave a slight smile.

"Please come in," he said, "I'm Dr. Denal."

"I'm Louis," I said, "and this is Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry's mum Anne."

"It's nice to meet you madame and boys," Dr. Denal said.

"Dr. Denal could you please tell us what happened to my son?" Anne asked.

"Of course. Would you like me to tell you privately or with the boys present?"

"The boys are as much family to Harry as I am, well almost, so they need to hear this," Anne said.

"Alright," Dr. Denal said, "what happened to Mr. Styles here is that he has bradycardia which is a low heart rate. His heart rate at the moment is 37. Anything under 60 is considered too low. He also has an abnormal heart rhythm. His heart rate is going all over the place. He has had quite a few spikes in his heart rate where they went well over a hundred, but the majority of his heart rate is under 60 where the bradycardia comes in. Also, I'm sure you are aware of this, he is dangerously underweight. We haven't been able to take his weight, seeing as he is unconscious, but from his chart and from glancing at him it is obvious he is severely malnourished. The last thing that I would like to say it that we found scars and cuts, some old some fresh, covering his thighs, stomach, some of his chest, and his upper biceps. I'm not even going to pretend it could be from anything else. It's obvious he has been self harming for quite awhile now."

"I actually thought he might have been," I admitted, "but I had no proof."

"Has he been showing any signs or symptoms of an eating disorder?" Dr. Denal asked.

"Yeah," Liam said, "a lot actually. He's been refusing to eat, obviously losing quite a bit of weight, and he's been spending about 4 hours a day at the gym."

"That's not all," I muttered, "he's been purging too. As for symptoms his hair has been thinning quite a lot, he's always cold, he thinks he's fat, and he's always dizzy."

"I see," Dr. Denal frowned, "I think it's safe for me to diagnose Harry with Anorexia Nervosa."

Our eyes widened and Niall, oh Niall, was the first to speak up, "but that's a girls disease!"

"Niall are you aware that 10% of people suffering with anorexia are male?" Dr. Denal asked.

"I am now," Niall blushed.

"It's alright, Niall. Not many people are well informed with eating disorders. Now, I'll let you visit. Anne may I please speak with you in the hall? I believe we need to discuss Harry's treatment plan, since I assume he will not want to stay in the hospital."

"Of course," Anne smiled, following him out of the room.

We all looked at each other, unsure of what to do. There was a couch in the room, as well as a few chairs, so we all sat down. Liam, Niall, and Zayn were on the couch while I was sitting in a chair next to Harry. I put my hand on his hand and gave it a squeeze. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but I sure as heck wasn't leaving. Suddenly I could feel a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Anne's sad face.