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Fixing You Up (Lilo)

Fixing You Up (Lilo Paynlinson)

Fixing You Up. (Lilo Paynlinson)

Plot: long lost friends Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson get reunited in the worst possible way, Louis coming into Liam's hospital in a suckling condition, and begging Liam to stay with him and hold his hand. 


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Liam felt his pace quicken as he read the name over and over in his head, frowning to himself as he jumped into a jog, his nurse I.D boucing around his neck as he scooted past people, his beeper buzzing loudly. Emergancy.

Liam slipped into the room, his eyes furrowing as he stepped closer to the bed, leaning over the oh-so-familiar boy, his petite body hidden under bandages, his left hand plaster casted right down past his fingers and a thick bandage around his left wrist.

Liam's breath got caught slightly as he took in the boys features, his hair, cheekbones, his slim body, and what Liam could only imagine to be deep blue eyes.

He picked up the charts and stepped around to tap the buttons on the machine, before leaning down and pulling out a fresh bag of fluids from the cooler spot next to Louis' bed, he slowly changed the bags, before stroking Louis' fringe out of his eyes.

Liam's shift had only just started and he already was regretting becoming a nurse, he spent so much of his time crying when he got home instead of actually feeling like a lifesaver. He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers into his temples, giving them a quick rub , before he rested the chart on the table, flipping the page open and letting his eyes run across the page quickly.

Liam always took his job seriously, but he hated the children's ward, or when an elderly woman got lost on her way to the shops and he was the one to help her back out, it was silly things like that, that caused him to dread doing what he did.

He was about to read about Louis' injures when he heard the door creep open, he's eyes shooting across to the three females standing in the doorway, hands up against their faces and tears threatening to leave their eyes rapidly.

"Are you family?" Liam asked, standing up straight, trying to look as professional as possible.

"Yes, I'm his mother, these are his two sisters, we rushed here. What happened?" She asked, her smaller finegrs slipping into Louis' pale slim bruised hand, the younger male reacting to the sudden touching.

Liam picked up the chart, flipping onto the correct page, his eyes darting across the messy hand writing.

"Louis has second degree burns to the right side of his body, starting at his hips and ending just below the rib cage, he's got four broken ribs, a shattered left arm and two small wounds on his thighs, and by the looks of this report, he had self harmed along his right wrist and inner thighs." Liam quivered, closing the book shakily, and glancing back up at the three, tears glistening in his eyes as he tried to refrain himself from crying.

"How did he get like this?" One of the younger girls asked, elbowing her mother for a reply, the older woman let go of her sons hand and rushed out of the room, flapping her other hand close to her face.

Liam turned his back towards the two girls, picking up the fresh bandages from the table, before turning back towards the older male, and gently taking his right arm in his hand, being soft with how he touched the boys skin as he slowly unwrapped the blood soaked bandage and the gauze. The cuts almost made Liam cry again, they looked nasty and deep, flaming with anger, like they were trying to express Louis' feelings.

Liam ran a wet cloth over the wound once he'd fixed his gloves and got the rest of the needed products. He then ran a alcohol wipe over the wounds, causing Louis' fingers to move from the stinging, the older boy now getting uncomfortable.