Seven Minutes » stylinson

sixteen // angst

story: seven minutes
part: sixteen // angst
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Tap, tap, tapping his feet on the ground, he buries his face in his hands. He can not believe his rotten luck that things keep happening. He looks up and peeks through his fingers, looking at Harry's face.

He looks like he's sleeping. Technically speaking, he is. After they airlifted him to the hospital, they put him under some sort of medicine that was so strong, it pulled him under consciousness, where he's been for over five hours. Louis hears the door creak and he looks away from his pale soulie, greeted by the same doctor who has came in each time to check in on him. "Hello, lad," he says, repeating what he's said every time he sees him.

Louis raises up in the seat. "When is he going to wake up?," he asks, straight to the point, repeating the same thing as answer each time. His eyebrows raise as the doctor chuckles, then shows him a needle, turning to push the liquid through the IV bag that is attached to Harry's wrist. Louis watched to aqua colored fluid go down.

Capping and throwing away the used syringe, the doctor turn his attention to Louis. "What I just gave him should do the trick, it's made to fight the effect of drowsiness, it'll only take a few moments to go into effect. When he's awake, I do not proscribe hugging him too hard, being rough at all. The bullet, as you should know, snapped a rib. So... be gentle, yeah? When he's up, I'll let you talk, but buzz me from the red call button right beside his bed once you're ready," he says, washing his hands in the sink, looking at Louis through the reflection.

The young man nods, he didn't plan to hurt Harry anyways. "Okay, yes, I'll do that," he promises, which sounds sort of awkward. He's not very good with strangers. The doctor just smiles and nods at him though, opening the door with his elbow, waving his departure. Louis bites the corner of his lower lip and looks down at Harry.

His eyelids are fluttering, his fingers are twitching, and his face is regaining color. Louis sits back and looks at him with worry as he starts to whimper, his eyes clenching and unclenching tight. And then he breathes in a tight, harsh breath of air, and his eyes fly open. Louis watches as his chest heaves, he brings his hand up to the spot on his shoulder where they performed the surgery, where it's bandaged up with white cotton and winces. He watches as he stiffens and starts looking around, and how his whole demeanor changes when he finally sees him, curled up in the chair beside his bed. "Hello," he says gravelly, and Louis nods.

"How do you feel?," he asks, giving Harry a hand as he reaches out for him. He gasps in surprise as he pulls him forward, almost colliding into him. Up close, Louis can see his lips, like his own, are a little busted from the force of their teeth and mouths earlier. Louis blushes at the memory of his first kiss, then frowns upon thinking of what happened just seconds after.

Harry chuckles and looks up at him, surprising Louis by running a smooth hand through his knotted up hair. "I feel kinda... well, I've been better," he says lightheartedly, but then he turns serious, a cold stone of emotions swelling in his chest. "Are you okay? D - Did they do anything to you? What did they do that made you go with them? I won't let anybody take you again," he whispers the last part, clutching onto Louis' hand tightly. Louis swallows, feeling stupid for getting Harry into this position. If he had've been wiser, Harry wouldn't have gone back to the UK, and he wouldn't have gotten shot.

Louis sniffles and Harry looks at him curiously. "They, um... they told me that you were taken in some kind of raid. I wasn't smart about it. I had heard the door slam, so I didn't know if he was lying or not...," he says, bowing his head. Harry looks at him in confusion, trying to piece the puzzle together.

"Oh," he says after a few moments, as everything finally registers. Louis looks up for a seconds, but looks back down at his hands not a moment later. "You thought they had taken me? And... they told you that you spying was going to help get me back?," he asks, he doesn't want that to be the truth, but Louis' subtle head nod proves it. "I'm literally going to kill Gale," he says, and he means it, he's not just being figurative or dramatic, he will actually kill him.