How To Save A Life

Chapter 6

"Ten blade." Louis said firmly. Harry swallowed standing next to him holding the suction equipment. Dr. Grimshaw... or Nick as he seemed to prefer, was already working on the heart as the stiches had ripped and he had to re-do them.
"See, Tomlinson, we can actually work simultaneously. It's almost like the good old days." He smirked shaking his head with his hands inside Melanie's chest.
"I'm working, Grimshaw. Please shut your mouth." Louis mumbled.

Leigh-Anne was standing on the opposite side of Nick holding the retractor rolling her eyes at the so-called "banter" that had been going on in the room for a while.
"God... Perrie, what the hell did you do to this girl?" Louis sad shaking his head at the bleeding in the brain.
"Excuse me?" she said from where she stood with her arms crossed behind Leigh.
"How did you miss this? This must have been bleeding for hours." Louis continued.
"Suction." He said giving Harry a quick look.
"My work is now flawless as always, I'm never letting an intern do a stitch ever again." Nick said with his gaze plastered at Leigh-Anne. She looked down sighing.
"Oh, light up, doll. I'll teach you... someday." He continued and handed the scalpel and clamp over to the scrub nurse.
"Page me if you need me, I have a valve replacement in OR two shortly." He concluded and walked out tossing his glows in the trashcan by the door.

"Well, the bleeding is contained, but I don't know if she'll wake up, there was too much damage." Louis said after a while. He put the scalpel down and stepped back.
"Close for me, Patricia." He said looking over at the nurse and walked out. Harry stepped back putting the suction down. Perrie nodded at them and followed Louis. Harry could see them argue through the window. She screamed and gesticulated wildly at him, but he seemed to just add a snarky comment and rolled his eyes. Harry wondered why... why they were still together if all of it was true. Both of them seemed to be cheating... their son didn't seem to take it all too well, which made him think they possible argued a lot in front of him. And then there was that comment Louis had made... "I don't really live here anyway.". What had that been about? Maybe it was just his lovestruck brain trying to make up an excuse to still drool over him, but they didn't seemed too loved up.

He backed away from the operating table and walked into the scrub room.
"Are you really that ignorant or are you just a bastard?!" Perrie shouted tossing her mask into the trash.
"Oh, I don't know, love. Maybe I'm just tired of your crap, all bloody day." Louis replied sarcastically and stopped scrubbing. Harry walked silently over to the sink and started scrubbing. Perrie gave him a polite smile and did the same.
"Louis, you need to change... we're having a baby, you need to change!" she said turning on the faucet.
"Are you sure about that?" he replied wiping his hands on a paper towel.
"We're not discussing that again, it was nothing, he was drunk, it'll never happen again. This is your child, you're the only person that could be the father of this baby, do you understand that or have you lost too many brain cells while drinking vodka straight out of the bottle?" Perrie said tilting her head towards him.
"Oh, for god's sake, Perrie. Can't you see the intern behind you? Do you really need to talk about stuff like that in front of him? Just shut up already." Louis said and stormed out of the room.
"This conversation is not finished!" she shouted after him as Leigh-Anne entered the scrub room.
"I'm sorry about that, my husband's an ass." She said turning to Harry.
"It's OK." He replied trying not to think about all he had just heard.

Louis' baby... straight vodka... "it was nothing". He wanted to hurl. Dr. Grimshaw had been right... so right, he did not want to get in the middle of all of this, absolutely not. He backed quickly away, grabbed a paper towel and nearly ran out of the room. This was a bit too much.

...

"She's in a coma, probably not gonna wake up. It sucks." Leigh said for the fourth time. Niall nodded and hugged her. Harry thought he could see tears gathering in his eyes, but he wasn't sure. Obviously, the whole thing was very sad, but he just wasn't up for thinking too much about it. He had his own personal drama. Not that his drama was anything like the drama of Melanie Clark's parents, but still. He backed slowly away from Leigh-Anne and Niall and walked over to the vending machine down the hall. He hadn't eaten since lunch, but a bag of chips was all he could stomach at the moment. He put the $1 bill into the machine and hit the button for the chips. It was about to drop when it got stuck. He groaned. Of course that had to happen. Of fucking course. He was about to just leave when he suddenly could feel a warm breath in his neck.
"Need any help, love?" he turned facing Louis piercing him with the blue gaze.
"Ehm, it's... stuck." He mumbled. So this was going to be that idiotic cliché. Chips get stuck in vending machine, beautiful boy – love interest of the protagonist – comes along to save the day, and he just happens to know exactly how to punch the machine so the chips will drop and everyone lives happily ever after. That alone made him want to gag, but looking into those eyes had the opposite effect, so it was neutralized, sort of.
"I see." Louis replied walking past him. He got down on his knees and crawled over to the back of the machine.
"Ehm, what are you doing?" Harry asked trying not to look at where his scrubs were parting.
"If you take out the electric socket and put it back in, it usually resets and drops the bag... well, in my experience at least." He mumbled as he pulled it out and put it back in. Louis got up and the chips magically dropped.
"Thanks, I guess." Harry replied picking up his chips. Louis just smiled at him.
"Do you want some?" Harry asked. He shook his head still smiling.
"No thanks." He mumbled biting his lip. Harry tried to gather himself. Damn, why did he do that? He was evil, pure evil. He tried reminding himself of what he had heard in the scrub room. This man was allegedly damaged - to not mention married - goods. He didn't want that, did he? He had already had damaged, it was too much... why couldn't he just find something easy... and fun?