Protected [Harry Styles - AU]

chapter 13

Luke's POV

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After everyone left the room, I got to work.

I examined Harry's wound once again. I looked at the angle in which it entered. It was right below his rib cage and hadn't seemed to puncture his lung. He still had a steady pulse and his breathing wasn't altered. Thank god. I'm hoping that it was just a deep flesh wound, that way he wouldn't need surgery.

I could see the majority of the knife, so it didn't go in too deep. I placed towels around the knife and prepared the area to pull it out.

When my friend, Calum, was hurt in a street fight, I knew that if I hadn't been there, he would have died. I couldn't stand the thought of losing him. At that moment, I knew that that was something I wanted to do and I was passionate about it. Ever since, I've been helping people out who have been hurt in gang or street fights. Sometimes I deal with pretty sketchy people, but in the end it's worth it because I get to save someone's life.

I'm pretty well known around campus and I take my 'job' very seriously. People come to me as a last resort, and I'm glad I'm able to help these people. I would rather help people, than have them go to jail. And might as well help people, since I know what I'm doing.

"Zayn, I need you to hold Harry down. The pain might wake him up, and if he wakes up it may cause the knife to shift, which could make it to go in deeper." I said over to Zayn.

Zayn walked over and held Harry's shoulders down. Zayn was in my human anatomy class so I assumed he knew a little bit about medical stuff, which is why I let him stay in here with me.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Yes, and you don't get lightheaded when you see blood? Right?" If he passed out, that would majorly suck.

"No." he affirmed.

"Okay, good. On the count of three I'm going to pull it out." I placed more towels on the bed and positioned my hands on the knife.

"One, Two, Three," I pulled out the knife in the opposite way that it had entered and Harry didn't move.

"Thank god!" Zayn said while we both let out a visible sigh of relief.

I placed towels over his open wound to try and control the bleeding.

Once I got the bleeding under control, I then reexamined the wound to make sure the knife didn't hit any major arteries or organs.

After careful examination, I came to the conclusion that the knife hadn't done too much damage besides break the skin and cause minor blood loss.

"Zayn?" I asked him.

"Yeah?" he looked at me nervously as if I was going to give him bad news. His eyes were glossed over and I was happy to inform him that his friend would be okay.

"Please go tell your friends that Harry is going to be okay." He released a breath that he had been holding in.

"I am going to go ahead and stitch him up. He is going to be in some pain for a few days, and he will need to take it easy for at least two days. The knife didn't hit anything major, but it is still a stab wound in his stomach so It'll hurt like a bitch. I'll come back in about a week to remove the stitches and he should be okay!"

"Thank you so much, mate." he hugged me and I wrapped my arms around him as well.

"Of course," Harry was a good friend of mine and I'm glad they called me when they did.