Beat Still

Chapter 41: Beat Still

Did I mention that Nurse Clifford is Michael Clifford? From 5sos? No? Well yes. That is who he is. So cute. I love him so much.

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*Harry's Pov*

I followed closely behind Clifford as he led me back to Louis' room. He looked around cautiously before opening the door and ushering me in quickly. I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to be in here, but I needed to see him.

But now that I was here, I could barely even focus. Just seeing my best friend laying in the hospital bed with cuts and bruises all over his face...

And now Marcel with his 'temporary amnesia' bullshit, too. I can feel myself becoming overwhelmed.

"He should be waking up anytime now. The coma was medically induced, but his injuries were minor. You can try to get him to react to stimuli." Clifford commented nonchalantly while checking something on the machines.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" I snapped.

Clifford turned towards me with a shocked expression on his face.

"I-I'm sorry. It's just a lot to take in between my brother and my best friend both being in the hospital. It's just too much for me, I guess." I felt the unhealthy mixture of sadness and anger start to take over my entire body, as the tears came again.

I felt a hand rub my shoulder, and quickly turned to see who it was. I guess Clifford had walked over while I wasn't looking.

He brought me over to the chair next to Louis' bed, and told me to sit.

"I understand completely. Now, I was saying you can see if he reacts to stimuli by-"

"Touch. See if he will react to your touch..." We both looked to the small voice at the door. Marcel gave me a sad smile before walking in,"or your voice."

"That's right, Marcel. I'm going to leave you guys be." Clifford took my hand and laid it on Louis',"Give his hand a little squeeze, why don't you?" He winked and left the room.

Marcel walked over to me, pulling a chair up to my side. I watched as his face slowly became wet with his tears. He scooted the chair as close to the bed as possible and rested his head on Louis' lap.

I decided to give this whole 'stimuli' thing a try.

"Lou...I'm not sure if you can hear me, but-"

"Squeeze his hand." Marcel choked out, and I listened.

"Okay, but I love you man. We both love you. Uhm, It's Harry and Marcel by the way. And I am so sorry about our fight."

"What fight?" I rolled my eyes at my confused brother and continued talking.

"Just know, that when you wake up this whole feud thing is going to be over. So come on back to us buddy. I love you so much." I cringed at the sound of my voice cracking.

I was just about to pull my hand away when I felt him hold it tighter.

"Lou?" His eyes opened slightly, and I could just barely see the ocean blue orbs. A low chuckle escaped his mouth.

"I always knew you had a thing for me, Styles."

"Louis!" I jumped up and hugged my best mate so tight that I probably sent the poor boy back into a coma. I wiped the now joyous tears from my eyes and plopped back into my chair, exhausted from today's events.

"Lou-Lou!" Marcel exclaimed and threw his body over Lou, who was now obviously confused at Marcel's use of his pet name.

"Uhm, okay? I guess I'll take it?" Louis smiled over at me and continued rubbing his back gently. I rolled my eyes, he was so obviously enjoying this moment. I guess I should let him enjoy having Marcel back while he can...

As Marcel left light kisses all over Lou's face, Clifford came back in.

"Don't ever scare me like that again, love! Okay? Please don't do that again!" I shook my head at my brother. If only he knew...

"Well look who's awake?" Clifford smiled at the lovebirds and walked over to check Lou's pain medication.

"How did this happen Cliff?" I asked.

"Drunk driving accident." He answered simply. This guy always got straight to the point.

"Lou, how could you be so stupid?" Marcel shouted and gave the boy a slap on top of his head.

"Ow..." Louis groaned while rubbing the sore spot, and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Oh no, he wasn't the one that was driving." We all turned back to the nurse who was now spinning around in one of those rolling doctor stools.

"I wasn't? I barely remember anything from last night..." Louis rubbed his temple in confusion as Marcel whispered his sorry's into his neck.

"Well if he wasn't then who was, Clifford?" I asked with wide eyes. A figure appeared at the door, and we all turned to acknowledge her presence.

"I was."

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