Broken English (Student/Teacher Zarry&LiLo)

Where Art Thou Harry

A/N: Spring break WOOH!!!!

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Song of the Chapter: Right Now by One Direction

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*Harry's POV*

The hospital was positively horrifying. There was about 5-10 doctors, I was too dizzy to count, poking and prodding at my tender skin. I remember whining for Lou to come and save me, but he just kept shaking his head and saying it was for the best. In the end, I began wailing like an inconsolable baby causing the doctors to call in 4 buff nurses to hold me down. That was when Louis's face had scrunched up in remorse. His hand had left mine as he whispered something in Liam's ear. Then the next thing I knew, Liam had escorted him out of the room, leaving me trapped in this house of horrors.

Everywhere I looked I saw people dressed in white, touching me. I hated every second of it, and I knew that these images would haunt me for days.

After about 15 minutes of struggling against the men, the doctors decided to tranquilize me. A needle punctured my paper-like skin, pushing a clear fluid into my blood stream. My limbs went limp almost immediately, and I was suddenly unable to control my body. It was as if I was paralyzed. When I tried to cry out, my words became lodged in my throat. My thoughts at that moment were: what's wrong with me? I was positively frightened.

The worst part of it all though, was when they had to pop my femur back into place. One doctor had to grip my dislocated leg, while another held down my hips, and yet another held down my good leg. The nurses tightened their grips on my limbs as one of the doctors began counting down.

"One. Two. Three!" Then he shoved his entire body weight into my leg.

A searing pain shot up the entire right side of my body causing me to scream in agony. My shouts filled the room with tones I never knew I could reach. My teeth clenched, and my eyes squeezed shut, blocking the tears from falling as my back arched. When I hit the bed with a smack, I screeched and writhed beneath their grasps. At least my paralysis was gone.

After the doctors were done jabbing and relocating my body parts, they sent me off to get x-rays then to a CAT scan, and last but not least to get blood work done. Once the data was gathered, they decided to keep me over night for observation while they awaited the answers for their tests.

Louis didn't come back until the next morning when it was time to pick me up. The final diagnosis was: 5 broken ribs, a dislocated leg, a black eye, a minor concussion and a sprained ankle. At least there was no internal bleeding.

Before leaving the hospital, they gave Louis a pair of crutches and a pain killer prescription for me, as well as instructions to keep me bed ridden for at least a week. And now here I am on the couch resting with Lou, who in fact skipped school to take care of me today.

"Hey Louis?" I asked, breaking the silence.

He immediately perked up and stared at me, "What d'ya need Harry?"

"Umm... I'm going to have to break doctors orders..." I spoke sheepishly.

"I don't think so," he said sassily.

"But I have to! You don't understand!" I tried reasoning with him, ignoring the pain in my head.

"Then make me understand?" He retorted, crossing his arms.

"I have a job that I need to go to. It's bad enough that I missed last night and will miss tonight. I can't afford to get fired," I rolled my eyes at him, sinking into the couch.

He seemed to mull over my words, "What job?"

"Just a night job Lou," I deflected his question.

"Don't you dodge my question Mr. Styles!"