i study rainbows //l.s

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Trigger warning: attempted suicide
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Louis woke up after what had felt like years. He looked around the clean hospital room and began to choke on something stuck in his throat. He could feel the beeping on the monitor speed up and he grew up around doctors, so he knew that was his pulse.

A nurse ran in and told him that everything would be okay.

"I have to pull the tube out, calm down sweetie." She said trying to soothe him.

He felt a great release of pressure and he sucked in a deep breath of air. He felt relief.

"What happened?" Louis breathed out. He was completely and utterly confused as to why he was in the hospital.

"Do you not remember?" The nurse, Hanna asked. Sadness and pity filled her eyes as she looked at Louis.

Louis thought back. He had been shot. That prick shot him.

"I, I was shot, where's my mom?"

"I'll go get her," she said as she walked across the room, "after all, it's not often that comatose patients wake up." And she was gone.

"It's not often that comatose patients wake up." That played through Louis mind at least 30 times before his tired looking mother walked through the hospital door.

She stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Mom?" Louis looked at her. She had bags under her eyes, no doubt from working too hard and too long. She had frown lines etched into her face. Her face was completely pale and lifeless looking.

"My baby," Jay started towards the bed before she completely lit up with emotion. She grabbed Louis face between her hands and placed kisses across his cheeks and on top of his head.

"My baby has come back to me."

"Mom what happened?" Louis asked, unsure of wether he wanted the answer or not.

"Baby, you got abducted, and starved, and shot. The only reason you made it out of there is because of Harry, and Des."

"Yeah I remember that. But after that."

Her face paled again.

"Baby we didn't think you'd wake up. Combine malnourishment, your injury, and emotional trauma: that's a recipe for coma patients."

Louis began to feel his head throb. All that he had lived through: he had a life, a job, he was married. He was happy. It was all just something that his brain had come up with.

"Where's Harry?" Louis asked, his mouth was completely dry.

Just when he didn't think his mother could lose more color in her face, she paled even more.

"Babe, he came and sat with you every day for three months. He would-"

"Three months." Louis froze, "Mom, what is today's date?"

"It's April 6th baby." Jay said hesitantly.

"I've been in a coma for 7 months?" Louis sat there in shock for a moment. Then he got angry, he tried to climb out of his bed. He was angry at himself, the world, God, and Harry.

"Louis lay back down." Jay said tenderly, "you're gonna hurt yourself."

"Mum, I haven't walked in 7 months. I haven't talked in 7 months. I haven't seen Harry in 7 months."

"He sang to you. Every day. Every night." Jay said, and Louis sat down.

Darling you look perfect tonight