How To Save A Life

Chapter 7

Harry woke in a daze caught in a tight embrace. He opened his eyes lightly just to discover that the room was completely dark. A calm, warm breath tickled him in the back of his neck. He was about to go back to sleep as he remembered where he was. A rush of adrenaline flushed through his body. Oh god, how long had he been asleep? He tried to reach for his phone that had been in the pocket of his scrubs to check the time, but Louis held him too tight for him to move any further. 

"Fuck..." he mumbled soundlessly, trying to remember what time it had been when he had gone to get that damn bag of chips. He managed to grip his pager on the nightstand. No new pages. At least Dr. Nelson wasn't going to flay him for not answering a page... not that she didn't have any other reasons. He was about to try turning around as he felt Louis' hand travel down his thigh.
"You awake?" he whispered groggily into his ear. He took a deep breath and grabbed his hand lifting it from his thigh and intertwining their fingers.
"Yes..." he replied and flipped around facing him. He let go of his hand so it was placed on his hip and put his own on his cheek. Louis smiled and kissed him softly. Harry tried to just stay in the dazed state, but as he lied their staring into those blue eyes he started feeling guilty. He couldn't do this, he wasn't his, he belonged to someone else. He had to get himself together and stop acting like a lovestruck thirteen year old right away. All of a sudden Louis put his leg around him and pulled him closer if that was even possible. He put his nose to his and closed his eyes. Harry had to catch his breath. That had been adorable... and sweet... and what the hell was happening?! He moved his hand from Louis' cheek and put it on his own face. He pulled a few inches back trying to think straight. Louis' eyes shut open and he looked a bit confused.
"Something wrong?" he whispered still a bit groggily. Harry swallowed.
"No... I mean yes, I..." he closed his mouth trying to find the words to describe all the ways this was wrong, but they were nowhere to be found.
"Don't get me wrong... this is amazing... and I like you, but it just..." he began.
"Feels wrong?" Louis concluded seeming to become more awake. Harry sighed. Yes, it did, but he didn't want to say it because it also felt so right.
"You're my boss, you're married... I..." he mumbled.
"Let me worry about the boss part, and if you knew the story about my marriage you wouldn't think it was wrong at all. Please, just lay with me, just close your eyes and pretend I'm someone else if that will help, just lay with me." Louis replied reaching for his neck pulling him back. Harry wanted to stay, but he also wanted to not be a weak bastard. But he was tired, and this felt too good, so he was going to surrender for now.
"OK. But I won't pretend you're someone else." He said and crawled back into his embrace. He closed his eyes forgetting everything about time, patients and wrong and right.

Harry woke later from his pager going off on the night stand. He shut his eyes wide open and turned clumsily around grabbing it only to discover his wasn't the only one beeping.
"Louis, your pager." He whispered nudging him softly. Louis opened his eyes and reached over him to grab it.
"Damn it, 911." He yawned and crawled over him nearly falling to the floor. Harry sat up and looked for his underpants. Louis had already pulled his pants on and was picking his scrubs off of the floor.
"Have you seen my underwear?" Harry mumbled when he concluded they were nowhere in sight.
"No, but there's no time for that, 911, Melanie Clark's room, come on!" he shouted and nearly ran over to the door unlocking it.
"But... I can't not wear underwear..." Harry mumbled a bit hazy. So he wasn't completely awake yet, and this was all a bit confusing.
"Harry, as your attending I'm telling you to get your ass in gear! I'm running now and I'm expecting you to no more than fifteen seconds behind me, understood?" Louis said opening the door.
"OK... I'm coming." Harry replied as Louis left and closed the door behind him.

Harry took a deep breath and tried not to yawn or scream. He decided to forget the underwear and just pulled the scrubs on and grabbed his pager. As he left the room and tried to clear his head, he decided that he had to sit down in the nearest future and figure what the fuck he was going to do about this whole situation with Louis out. He couldn't keep going like this, but he also couldn't not keep going like this. Stupid dilemma. He ran down the hallway reaching the patient room only to discover Louis running the code.
"Charge to 300!" he shouted with the paddles on her chest. Dr. Edwards and Leigh-Anne stood with the parents on the outside trying to calm them down. Harry stopped in the doorway not knowing if he should participate or not.
"We have sinus!" a nurse shouted and Louis put away the paddles.
"How long was she down?" he stuttered and walked into the room.
"Six minutes." Louis replied sighing.
"There is minimal brain activity. She is technically brain dead." He continued lowering his voice.
"There is nothing more we can do for her, it's time to inform the parents. Let's go!" he said leaving the room walking over to the parents. Harry sighed and closed his eyes following him. Dr. Edwards and Leigh-Anne stepped aside as Louis reached them.