Harry's POV.
"thank goodness you're here dr. styles. he's gotten out of hand!"
the nurse in front of me informs as the boy keeps struggling on the bed.
"what happened?"
"no one knows! one moment we're talking outside the room and the next he's freaking out!" she rushes. I nod slowly.
"get me a sedative, please." I ask them in a low voice
"but sir we've already tr-"
"I said get me one okay?" I snap and two of them rush off. Calmly I walk over to him and grab hod of his struggling arms.
"Mr.Tomlinson, are you okay? "
he acts as though he cant hear me and keeps attempting to get away. Confused I take the needle from.the nurse that has just returned. I wrap my arms around him, preventing movement before slowly injecting him. After a few minutes he stops struggling and goes limp in my arms.
"Good job Dr.!" one of the nurses chirps. Glaring I hush her
"he's sleeping and needs to rest"
she nods sadly and walks out with the rest following. Sighing in relief I pull away from the small, broken man.
Just as I am about to walk out of the room I hear him mumble.
"Niall"
why did that hurt so bad?
