How To Save A Life

Chapter 1

He had forgotten to shut the blinds. He was sure. Rays of sunlight were crawling through the crevice between the curtains and hit him right in the face. Unfortunately he had also seemed to forget to put in the memory card last night, because the whole night was just a foggy blur. He opened his eyes, slowly adjusting to the bright light. Then it occurred to him, he was naked. His eyes flickered across the room, tried their hardest to spot his underpants or at least a blanket. Right, there it was. The bright blue, shabby blanket was lying on the floor right in front of him. He was about to pick it up and drape it around his waist when he instantaneously spotted it. Him, it was a him. He lied there on his stomach with the blanket softly on top of him. How inconvenient how that memory card had been left at home the night before. He swiftly snitched the blanket off of him and wrapped it around his waist. He was about to leave to shower when he found his glare plastered on the naked man's behind. Well, to be fair it was a very nice ass, very nice. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and carefully placed in on the exposed bum. He was again about the leave when a raspy "Good morning." broke the air.

He turned around finding two eyes with the color of the Tenerife Sea looking at him.
"Thanks for snitching the blanket by the way, really enjoying exposing my junk like this." the blue-eyed guy continued sarcastically, grinning at him.
"I'm sorry, I -" he replied stutteringly. The guy got on his feet holding the pillow like a shield in front of his private parts.
"...I, ehm... I'm starting a new job today, and I really need to shower, I'm sorry-" he continued still stammering. He tried not to stare at the perfectly toned man in front of him, but he failed miserably. Dark messy hair framing in a face so pretty it was almost feminine, cheekbones so sharp they probably could cut paper, and the eyes, the very blue eyes. He swallowed.
"So, ehm, when I come back you won't be here." he stuttered attempting to sound confident. The Godlike man in front of him most definitely did not buy it.
"Sure, thanks for yesterday then... what was your name again?" the guy said smiling confusedly at him.

Oh no, so this was that kind of occurrence. Well, he should probably have considered it when he didn't even know there was a naked man looking like a Greek God coming to earth to be a model on his floor. After a few drinks, he had a talent for forgetting to tell people his name, especially when they seemed to have the same problem.
"Harry." he said reaching his hand out to him. After a few seconds he realized the guy wasn't going to shake it as he was holding onto the pillow with both of his hand.
"I'm Louis." he said giggling. Oh God, even his laugh was angelic.
"OK, ehm - Louis, when I come back you won't be here." he said hiding a flash of red in his face by turning around walking toward the stairs.
"Sure." the guy replied cockily. As he reached the stairs, Harry turned around gazing back into the living room. He had turned around and let go of the pillow. He let himself study the perfect curves of his naked back for a few seconds, before he decided to contain himself and stroll upstairs.

The shower had been tremendously refreshing. His hair was still slightly wet as he entered the front door of the hospital. He had been there once before, at some kind excursion when he was still in university. According to the information he had received in the mail, he was supposed to meet up with the rest of the interns to receive further instructions on the fifth floor. He was walking towards the elevator when he bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry mate." a blonde guy shot in a strong Irish accent with an enormous grin filling his face.
"It's cool, I wasn't really looking where I was stepping, it was my fault." he replied as the guy clicked the up-button on the wall.
"No need to allocate blame, eh? I'm Niall by the way..." the Irish-man said still grinning.
"Right. I'm Harry." He shook his outreached hand and returned the smile. The elevator doors opened and they both stepped in. Niall pressed the "5" button on the wall and looked over at him.
"You're an intern too, or?" he asked as Harry didn't press any other button.
"Yeah, a little nervous." he replied.
"Me too, mate. We'll be fine though, you know, if we happen to pass out, at least we're in a hospital, eh?" Niall giggled. He nodded, wished he could adopt his carefree attitude. Unfortunately, he was still a bit hungover and shaken from the unexpected encounter earlier, which didn't exactly make the nervousness any less nauseating.
"Probably." he mumbled as the elevator doors slid apart. They walked out and towards the assigned area where they were handed scrubs and white lab coats. The woman handing them out then directed them to a locker-room already filled with nervous interns. Harry used the key he was given to open a locker and put his bag in. He dragged his sweater off of him revealing his torso and neck.