Guess Who? (Larry AU)

Chapter 14

A/N:

Yeah unedited update. It's short because this chapter just needed to be short. Okay yeah read now...

Louis P.O.V. -

I glanced at the hospital's wall clock. The time read 13:15. Harry was going to be going under anesthesia in forty-five minutes. If the nurses would hurry up with the papers, I might just make it. I tapped my foot nervously as I sat on the edge of my bed. Finally, the door swung open and my mum motioned for me that it was time to leave. Relieved, I grabbed my bag and race walked towards the car.

"Drive faster, Mum!" I yelled for the fifteenth time in the past two minutes.

"If I drive any faster, I'll lose my license!" she told me in exasperation. Sighing, I slumped back in the seat and pouted.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ventured. A smile danced on her lips.

"Course you can, baby," she confirmed.

"Why didn't you visit me sooner? You didn't show up the whole damn month I was in the hospital until the very last day," I said unevenly as I tried to control the anger rising in my tone.

"Well... I guess..." she stumbled for words. Her hands slammed against the steering wheel and she threw a few curse words into the air. "I don't have a good excuse to be honest. For the first few days, I guess I was just too scared and shocked to see you. I was afraid that if I saw you then I would lose you just like I'm losing your sister. It's stupid but I thought that maybe... if I didn't see you that it'd be easier to-to let you go," she said breathlessly as her voice shattered into sobs. At least we were stopped at a traffic light at the moment. I directed her to a McDonald's parking lot, and once she had parked I wrapped her in a tight hug.

"Mom, Mom it's okay. I had no idea you felt that way. Stop crying, please. I'm not mad; I understand," I soothed.

"I'm a horrible mother!" she bawled as her eyes reddened from the tears.

"No, no you're not. You were just scared. I was scared too if we're being honest here. I'm so sorry that I put you through the fear of losing another child. It won't happen again."

Mom wiped the tears from her eyes and took in deep breathes. "Thank you, Louis. How did I ever get such an understanding son?" A twinkle of pride shown in her eyes as she restarted the car's engine. I shrugged nonchalantly and gave her a wink causing her to laugh once more before taking off towards the surgery center.

As soon as we arrived, I leapt out of the vehicle and ran straight through the front doors. Harry's mum sat in the waiting room. When she saw me, she called me over to her.

"Sorry, Louis they put him under about fifteen minutes ago," she said regretfully. Damn it.

"It's okay," I said disappointedly. I had really wanted to be there; I wanted to be the last thing he saw before he possibly... went away forever. It was too late for that but hopefully he was dreaming of me. Whoa... that is a little too sentimental for my taste. "God, Louis you sound so creepy," I mentally cursed myself.

Three hours later...

Harry's procedure had ended several minutes ago, and both Anne and I sat nervously for the doctor's report. As if my thoughts were magic, a middle-aged man in a stereo-typical white lab coat and khakis approached us. He introduced himself as Dr. Matthews.

"So I have some news for you all. First off, Harry's procedure went splendidly. His body adapted and cooperated very well with the serum. Luckily, we didn't have to crack his skull open for this procedure because of his receptiveness. Instead we were able to drill into his brain and insert a small microscopic tube to pump the serum into his brain. This means his recovery time has been cut dramatically by 75%. There was only one slightly negative piece of information we discovered that your traditional physician, Dr. Malik, couldn't have told you," he paused as my heart began to pound so loudly I could've sworn it was going to leap out of my chest. "We discovered that the reason the wrong personality was dissolved in at least a third of the cases was because the brain did not have enough time to fully absorb the treatment. In previous test subjects, the patients were only kept under until the anesthesia wore off. When they awoke, that meant their brain had to go into over drive and focus on all of the body's processes. This caused the brain to improperly direct the serum as to which personality is the imposter. However, we believe that if the patient is kept in a medically induced coma for a few days then the serum will be able to work to its full effect. Now, this isn't a complete guarantee because there is still a risk the serum won't work, but it should minimize the risk and improve the odds."

Are my ears working correctly? Harry wasn't going to wake up today, but he was going to come back as Harry. Well, he had a hell of a better chance now than he did before. For the rest of the day, I couldn't get that goddamn smile off my face. Harry was going to be okay; I was going to be okay. And most importantly, we were going to be just fine.