The Dating Game

Chapter 35: Addicted To You

Haylee's Point of View

I fidgeted in the cold, hard seat in the hallway, waiting for someone to come get me. As soon as Louis and I arrived at the hospital, we were immediately separated. I was brought into a room, where a doctor came and took an x-ray of my ankle. Thankfully, it was only a small fracture. He wrapped it up in a brace and told me to use crutches for the next few days and he prescribed me pain killers.

That was over an hour ago and nobody will let me see Louis. I don't know the severity of his injuries. I should be in there with him. I should be looking after him and now I'm sitting in a hallway in the middle of a fucking cold hospital.

"Haylee Anderson?" a deep voice spoke next to me. I looked up and saw a doctor with light blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Yes, that's me."

"I wanted to let you know you can come see Louis now. Follow me" he spoke, eyeing his clipboard for a second before turning on his heel to start walking down the hallway. Grabbing my crutches, I quickly stood up and started to follow him. I've never really used crutches before, and trying to meet the pace of a doctor that is literally jogging down the hallway is not an easy task.

The doctor took a few turns down different hallways before he stopped at room 215. 

Wow, isn't that ironic I thought, remembering our suite number in Paris. He kindly opened the door for me, allowing myself to squeeze into the small doorway without hitting my crutches on the wall. Thankfully, the doctor didn't come in with me, leaving me all alone. Well, that's what I thought until a pair of strong arms wrapped around me.

"Thank god you're here Haylee, we were so worried about you".

I immediately recognized Louis' dad's voice. I would've hugged him back if it weren't for my crutches.

"I'm fine, don't worry. How's Louis?" I asked, focusing more on Louis than myself. Louis' dad pulled back, revealing heavy bags underneath his eyes.

"He's asleep right now. The doctors gave him morphine for the pain" he said, his voice shaky. He took a step to the right, allowing me a full view of Louis.

Half of his body was covered by a white blanket. Both of his arms were resting by his sides. On his right hand, there was a clasp on his pointer finger, which I assumed checked his pulse. Also on his right arm, just inside his elbow, an I.V. tube was embedded in his skin. I took a few steps forward until I was right in front of his bed. As I got closer, I saw numerous bandages that covered his arms. Dark purple and blue bruises also covered his skin. I really didn't want to know how bad the lower part of his body was. Judging by what Louis mentioned to me earlier, Jake wasn't the only one who assaulted him. The thought that more than one person would want to do something like this to him infuriates me. 

Before I even knew what was happening, I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks when I looked at his face. His left eye was black, the awful black and blue coloring making my stomach churn. Light scratches and bruises peppered his skin. His bottom lip was torn and I could barely make out the tiny black stitches that had sown it back together.  I could almost feel his pain. I could feel it seep into every pore in my body, reaching all the way to my bones. The majority of my pain was due to the fact that I couldn't help him. I didn't have the power to fix him.

"Alright, I'm back. Is he awake yet?" a quiet voice spoke when the door opened. I turned around and saw Louis' mum, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and her eyes were red. Louis' dad was dressed the same way, except he was wearing a large sweatshirt. Her eyes moved from her husband's to mine. "Haylee" she croaked, more tears pouring from her eyes before she walked over and hugged me tightly.