"Hi guys" The injured boy croaked, the boys around him letting out small sobs and smiling in delight. He was awake, finally the awkward silences could be over and they could all be talking again. Liam sat up and smiled weakly, the boys all crowding around and pulling him into their tight and warm embrace. Liam coughed lightly, a slight chuckle slipping from his mouth.
"Injured ribs... can't breath" he muttered another coughing attack leaving his mouth. The boys all pulled back and smiled sadly, tears still streaming down some of their cheeks.
"Liam we were so worried!" Niall quivered, his cheeks and eyes both rosy red from crying so much.
"You hadn't woken up and we thought..." Louis tried to continue but his voice broke and he let out a shaky breath her didn't know he'd been holding before the tears rolled down his face fast, like a waterfall and he put his head down onto Liam's chest lightly. Liam sighed at the boy he could call his brother and a tear streamed down his face too at the sight of him so weak and upset. He ran his hands through the boys disheveled hair and smiled weakly.
"I'm never leaving you boys now, you're stuck with me" He replied making the boys chuckle lightly and Louis lift his head up with a small smile covering his features.
"Still cheery as always, even in the hospital wing" Zayn said with grin as he wiped his face, dry tear stains on his cheeks. The rooms door opened and all the boys heads turned to see a man come through. All the boys but Liam gave him a light smile before all but Louis moved away from Liam and sat in the seats about the room.
"Mr Payne, Its nice to see you up" the man finally spoke and Liam gave him a small smile taking in from the white jacket that this was the doctor. He was a short man, like Niall, maybe a bit taller and muscley. His hair was ginger and his eyes were a light blue, similar to Louis'. Liam smiled at him and nodded gratefully. "I'm Dr Sheeran, I've been looking after you whilst you've been in a coma"
"It's nice to be awake, thank you for looking after me. The likelihood is if you didn't I wouldn't be." He replied and the man nodded back with a nice smile showing off his pearly whites. Liam looked around the hospital room before looking down at himself and seeing what the actual problem was. His eyes trailed over the hospital gown and his eyebrows furrowed, looking at it in disgust.
"Anyone have any briefs" he asked and the boys chuckled before Josh walked into the bathroom and came back out with a pair of Calvin Klein's chucking them at him. He slid them on and pulled the hospital gown off, wincing slightly, not feeling insecure about his body anymore. His eyes came in contact with the purple bruise and he felt sick looking away from it as fast as he could. 'How could he have gotten a bruise that bad!' He pondered to himself and looked up at the boys, all giving him sympathetic and horrified looks. He looked at the doctor who was smiling sadly at him and sympathy was definitely clear on his face.
"Liam, you seemed to have made a good enough recovery to have woken up but I'm afraid that might take time to disspear, maybe up to a month" he told him his smile dropping from his face as Liam's eyes widened looking down at the bruise again and feeling sick once more.
"A month" He howled in distress, sitting himself up properly and swinging his legs around the motion making him feel even worse.
"Liam you need to slow down!" Dr Sheeran called as he ran out of the hospital room. "Louis get the bucket from the bathroom, it's behind the door" He then said as Liam dizzily fell into one of the seats outside the hospital room. Louis obeyed and rushed to get it, as Liam covered his mouth the bile coming up, before Louis put the bucket in front of him in just enough time for him to grab it and spill the contents, which wasn't much, into it. Louis soothed his back and sighed, the other boys standing back knowing crowding around wouldn't be a good idea at the moment. Niall rushed into the hospital room and a few seconds later he was back to give Louis some tissue for Liam's mouth once he had done. Liam whimpered slightly after what felt like to him, puking his guts up. He took the tissue from Louis and wiped his mouth putting the tissue into the bucket.
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finding harry (discontinued)
Fiksi Penggemarfind·ing [fahyn-ding] noun 1. the act of a person or thing that looks for someone or something. Liam knew that Harry didn't talk from the moment he met him. And he was desperate to hear him...