Extraordinary

Chapter 29: You Can't Go

Chapter 29: You Can’t Go

“Wow, you look terrible,” Harry gestures toward Louis,   I stifle a laugh, taking another sip of my hot coffee as I glance back at Louis.  He just shrugs and smiles.

“Thanks Harold, but I’m rocking the hospital gown right?” He gestures toward himself. We all let out a little chuckle.  They finally let him eat something, hoping that he would be able to keep it down in case he was nauseous. Luckily, there hasn’t been any signs of that.

I texted Harry shortly after we kissed, saying that he was somewhat awake and talking to me, leaving out all aspects of our little moment.  They all came back quickly with coffee cups in their hands, graciously giving one to me.  Louis of course had to ask if he could have anything, so Zayn went out and caught a nurse asking if he was allowed to eat something.  He’s the one who got the small bowl of chocolate ice cream.  At least he wasn’t looking so pale anymore since he got some sort of food.  Then again, hospital ice cream couldn’t be so good.

“Yes Louis, completely,” I compliment and give him a quick wink. He smiles back at me and shoves another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. 

Even though the boys just got in here, I was waiting for them to bring up what was going to happen with their tour.  Sure, Louis looked completely fine on the outside, back to his bubbly and fun self, but I knew that his rib was still bothering him.  The ice cream he was eating would only make the pain stop for a little while.  He’d have to have some medication at some point.  Which I’m supposing a doctor will prescribe to him, once a doctor ever comes….

“Mr. Tomlinson, I see you’re awake, I’m Dr. Clayworth” I look up and see a tall man with short brown hair and wide green eyes with a clean shaven face entering the room.  He wore the usual doctor’s attire and had a clipboard and pen in his hand as he peered down at Louis. Louis just stared at him as he put his ice cream cup and spoon on the table beside him and shook his hand.  

“I’ve been awake for about half an hour or so, I think,” Louis says.

“How do you feel now?” he asks. Louis shrugs.

“Better than half an hour ago I suppose,”

“Good,” Dr. Clayworth replies with a nod, pulling out a rolling chair and sitting next to Louis’ bed.  He checks the machines next to him, making sure there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

“Do you remember what happened before you passed out?” He asks, looking back at Louis.

“I was in the finals for football, standing right in the middle of the field and coughing, and then I suppose that’s when I blacked out,” he answers.

“Anything before that?”

“Well yeah, I was just playing as I usually did in a match and suddenly I just felt faint out of nowhere so I slowed my pace and kept playing.  And then out of nowhere I had the ball and was about to shoot it until someone rammed into my side and knocked me over.  I got back up, waved it off, kept playing, started coughing, and I guess that’s when I blacked out,” Louis explains.  Dr. Clayworth presses his lips together before looking over at me.

“Did you see all of that happen? Were you there?” he asks. I immediately nod.

“He looked really pale before the other player rammed into his side, and he ended up dry heaving after that and coughing up blood, and then passing up.  So yeah, he pretty much explained it straight-forward,” I try to sound as professional as possible, not choking on tears anymore.  He ponders for a moment.

“Do you remember what you ate or drank before this match?”

“Not really, this morning was a complete blur,” Louis says.