Good Enough

S i x t e e n

Louis had woke him up early that morning, Liam took three pills. One for his headaches, One for his stomach, and One for his kidney. Sitting groggily at the table, he scans the room seeing Connor with Harry. Louis isn't down yet, "A-are you coming too?" Liam asks sleepily, "Nah, just figured I'd say good luck." Connor returns with a smile nudging his little brother's shoulder. When Louis does enter, Niall is behind him, "Sorry I'm late, traffic was shit." Pulling Liam in for a hug, he glances to Louis, "We'll be back soon enough. C'mon Liam." Liam nods at his Papa's words sending his brother and best friend a silent farewell. He's being walked to the car, Louis on his left, Harry on his right. Neither of the three talked Liam, letting his eyes slip closed on the way there.

"Thank you." Connor calls entering the den where Niall sat eating crisps watching one of Liam's lame Hallmark movies, "For?" Niall returns pausing the movie, "Being friends with Liam." The room drops silent, Niall is slow to stand, Connor had tears in his eyes, "W-what?"
"He doesn't have many, I know. Thank you." Niall sighs walking over to pull Connor in for a hug, "The scan will be clear."
"I-I can't lose him, Niall, h-he's my little brother. H-how can he die when his life has been nothing but shitty parents, and abandonment?" Caught up in the moment, Connor pulls away staring into Niall's bright blue eyes, he chuckles with a sob, "W-what?" Niall asks his voice no higher than a whisper, "Y-you have L-Louis' eyes. E-except yours aren't dead yet." Niall nods leaning in, Connor inhaling before crashing their lips together.

If anything the humming and bright lights are what caused Liam's headaches and nausea. The unsettling feeling that anything at any moment could occur. He wore a hospital gown, tears in his eyes as he stared down at the IV the nurse was putting in his arm, "It'll only be a slight pinch." She warns, Liam gave a nod in understanding before staring at the ceiling. "Liam? Darling, you have to look me." Louis calls, he's sitting on the bed next to Liam his hand held tightly by Louis'. "W-what Papa?" Liam asks not tearing his eyes from the ceiling tile, "Let me see those brown eyes, they're my favorite." He knows what Louis is doing. The man already lost one to Cancer, but who knows maybe Louis was a fantastic father to James. Sniffling, Liam peers down until his brown meet Louis' earthy ones, "There they are. Beautiful, t-they're beautiful, Harry, aren't they?" his hands grab Liam's cheeks, tears forming in Louis'; "T-the doctor is going to ask you questions, they need your complete honesty. Okay?" Liam nods, "Promise me, Liam."
"I-I promise Papa."

"Alright Mr.Styles, how are the headaches?"

"B-better, h-hardly have them."

"When they do occur, how long typically?" Liam swallows hard rubbing the palms of his hands on his thighs, "U-uh a-all day." Louis once again reaches out to give a comforting touch, "I see, are you still taking your medications?" Liam sighs softly at the question knowing he's about to be in serious shit. "N-no." He feels himself tense, Harry squeezing his knee, "Being honest is what's important, thank you." Liam knows it's a cover really meaning that he's due a belting in the near future. "Liam, why have you stopped with medication?"

"Th-they made me really dizzy, and tired. A-and I had school-"

"But it could hurt you, Liam!" Louis shrieks his hand leaving Liam's to fall in his lap. Abandoned, "I-I'm sorry Papa." Liam whimpers, "Well the first thing is to put you back on your pills, monitor the intake for the course of three weeks. We're going to do a full body scan, see what's clear, and go from there." The doctor informed rising with his clipboard.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." Connor retorts his arm behind Niall's head, the two are laying in his bed, stopping right before sex. "W-what did Bradley tell Louis?" 

"S-said that he deserved to lose James, and that he didn't deserve Liam." Connor confessed, "So he spoke the truth?" Niall questions, Connor sighs hardening his look, "No one deserved to lose James, but no one deserves Liam either."
"Why do you think Louis is trying so hard now?"
"Because he thinks Liam's gonna die."

Louis is clutching the phone crying. His knees are to his chest, Harry behind him holding him. Both parents are sad looking to the little boy that sits with curious doe eyes. He hasn't seen both parents in the same room since he could remember, but they were happy last time. "P-papa? What's wrong?" He asks placing a supporting hand on the man's knee, "Oh baby," Louis cries setting the child on his lap, "You'll get better. It won't last forever." Suddenly Liam remembers that he's been diagnosed with Cancer. A word the Seven-Year-old had to beg his older brother to tell him about. He's just awoke from his nap after crying himself to sleep having Connor read to him telling of how he could die any minute. Liam didn't want to die. He thought it wasn't fair to die at seven. Wasn't a long enough life. He didn't get to do anything with his Daddy or Papa.

"I'm gonna lose another one!" Louis suddenly shrieks sobbing loudly as he holds Liam tightly leaving bruises on his thin arms. Harry is the one that kneels down unwrapping Louis' arms from Liam. "Go upstairs Liam, now." He adds seeing Louis' state.

The familiar whooshing noise of the machine filled Liam's ears as he forced his eyes shut. Thinking about everything but the memory that seemed to appear from nowhere, he finds himself begging to be let out, sobs pouring from his body.

He's ripped from the machines, arms holding him down. He sees Louis in the room behind a doctor with a sedative, Louis was crying. He looked rough, Harry comes in front of Louis shushing Liam who's settling down with the shot, "You're okay Liam, deep breaths. You're okay." As if Harry's voice was the only one in the world, Liam's head rolled back to its upright position as he was slid back into the scanner.

"Don't fucking put him back in! He looked like he had a fucking seizure!" Louis snarls fighting the doctor that started the scan over, "your son is heavily sedated, he'll be fine in the scan. Please, go back to the lobby it'll be over in minutes." Louis raised a finger, his eyes sending daggers, "You stab another fucking shot in my son without my consent and you won't touch another patient." Harry sighs at his dramatic husband sending his apology to the doctor dragging Louis to the waiting room, "Maybe threaten him when our son isn't in his care." Scoffing at his husband, the couple sits, neither talking. What feels like hours is minutes ticking by before a nurse enters with Liam in a wheelchair. He's clearly tired, eyes half open. "Hi baby, are you ready to go home?" Louis asks kneeling by the wheelchair, "Mr. Tomlinson the mental checkup for intellectual responses will be rescheduled." The nurse informs, Louis furrowing his eyebrows at the name, "I-I'm a styles. I'm a fucking Styles!" Louis growls repeating the first statement as he feels he's the last person in control of anything anymore; jumping from his spot lunging at her, "And you're making a fucking scene, let's get Liam and leave." Harry demands lifting Liam from the wheelchair over his shoulder. Louis nods feeling tears pool in his eyes as he leads his family outside.

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