optional // l.s.

eight (*)

partial continuation of last chapter.

trigger warning(s): talk about rape & investigation

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"sir, can you tell me your full name?"

louis' eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the doctor. "louis william tomlinson."

"how old are you?"

"seventeen."

"birthday?"

"december twenty-fourth."

why were they asking stupid questions?

"do you remember what happened?"

louis bit his lip and looked around. he was in a hospital bed with needles in his left hand and a bracelet around his right wrist. he was dressed in a gown but his lower half felt like it was on fire. he recollected everything that happened not that long ago and put his head in his hands, shuddering with every breath he took.

he was raped.

by his brother's friend.

at his own house.

"yeah..." louis whispered.

the doctor took louis' temperature and blood pressure. her hands were cold and her fingers had a french manicure set. the tag around her lanyard said 'amanda', with a picture of her. she had short red hair with blue eyes. she seemed nice, but louis really didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

"your friends are in the waiting room, would you like me to go get them?" amanda asked.

"who?"

"one said he was your brother, name's liam? and there was another lad."

louis fish-mouthed and nodded. "send them in."

amanda wrote down his vials and left the room. this was just something else to add onto louis' already fucked up life. he wished life had a rewind button and he wished he had the power to bring back the dead. if jay was here, she would be going into hysterics about her baby being assaulted and then plan the attacker's death piece by piece. not being dramatic, she was protective over her children.

liam tossed his jacket onto one of the chairs beside louis' bed. "louis.."

louis' lip wobbled and tears filled his eyes. he reached out for the boy and sobbed into his shoulder, clinging to him. he and liam weren't as close as they used to be but thank the heavens liam was there. he wasn't sure how, and he wasn't sure how he landed in the hospital but he was just thankful he had someone.

"z-zayn forgot his wallet and your light was off- i was just gonna sneak in and get it. a-and i saw you..fuck, i'm gonna kill whoever did this," liam said and squeezed the hysterical boy. "i'm gonna de-genital them and shove it down their throat."

zayn frowned and he sat down. he chewed on his lip and wondered if the two should be alone, but when liam pulled away louis turned to face zayn. zayn leaned over and patted his non-hooked up hand, covering it with his own and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"you're not going back," liam declared. "you're coming home with me. dad already said you could months ago and he would say the same now..."

louis sniffled and held zayn's hand. liam pulled a chair up and laid his arm on the bed. louis was a mess. he had a black eye, his hands were cut up, he had a knick on his neck and he just looked pitiful. the poor lad needed to rest but he more than likely will develop post traumatic stress disorder from this, so going to sleep would probably make things worse.