You Make My Heart Race • l.s

Two

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Chapter Two written by: @Desiringloubear (:

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Harry made his was towards the break room with his lunch, where Liam and Zayn were sitting. He smiled slightly, greeting them each individually before sitting down across from the three co-workers.

"This is gonna suck," Harry let out a stressed sigh, running his fingers through his semi long curly hair. "I have a twenty-seven year old who needs a heart transplant."

Liam chuckles slightly, mostly to himself, "Harry, your a heart surgeon, that's what you do. I'm sure by now you're used to the program."

Harry rolled his eyes, "No, it's just... he's in his twenty's and almost early thirties. He could be out traveling, or meeting people, and just living life. But instead he's here waiting for a god damn heart," he stated, irritated, taking a bite out of a sandwich, "and you know my feelings on heart transplants already," he says with his mouth full, then swallows.

For the remainder of the lunch hour Harry, Liam, and Zayn all talked about the beginning of the their day. Discussing different surgeries, or sharing how some of the patients were extremely snobby and rude. Harry hated when he had patients that were that way. It was almost as if they were ungrateful for all the hard work any of the doctors would put into saving the patients lives. Of course he knew it was a part of life, and that all of this was his job. It was his job to save people's lives and that not everything was perfect.

Harry's pager began to beep, alerting him to check up on patients that he had, making sure everything was okay with everyone. "Duty calls," he said, slightly frowning, "I guess I'll just see you later?" the other two both nodded in unison before they waved Harry off.

Walking over to the elevator, Harry walked in calmly and pressed the button that led to the second floor. "Room 200," he said to himself, voice slightly trailing off.

As he walked into the room, he greeted the man that went by the name off Mr. Banks. He was going into his 60's and was in for a recent heart attack. "Ah, Harry my boy!" Mr. Banks exclaimed, extending his arm and waiting for Harry to come closer before patting him on the back from where he laid.

"How have you been feeling today, sir?" Harry politely asked with a small smile on his face.

"Nothing new, everything for the most part has been feeling okay today," Harry wrote down the information on the man's chart before smiling once more at the him.

"That's great, you're getting better. We should be able to release you soon."

Mr. Banks nodded.

"Do you need anything at all sir?" Mr. Banks shook his head before laughing slightly.

"I'll be fine for now, but thank you," Harry nodded with a smile before leaving the room and heading over to his next patient.

Room 201, Louis Tomlinson.

Harry knocked on the door before slowly opening it to see louis. The boy in the bed looked up to see harry smiling at him, dimples in his cheeks. Louis had to admit, they were adorable; so adorable he couldn't help but smile back.