Caught

Chapter 19

LOUIS

            It’s only been a couple of hours since Harry has been in the hospital. A doctor came and told us they had to stitch his wrists closed. He said whatever happened, Harry cut his arms so deep he could have bled out had I not found him in time.

I wanted to throw up just from hearing that.

Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is Harry lying in that tub.

His mom is next to me, still crying.

“How could this have happened?” She asks me.

“We both know why. He promised he wouldn’t do it anymore.” I say, my voice trailing off.

“Anymore?” She asks, a little shocked.

“He told me he was doing it even before he met me.” I say, looking at her.

Her eyes are puffy and red but her skin is so pale. Her hair is a mess and her purse is full of tissues.

“Why didn’t he come to me for help?” She asks, looking away from me.

I don’t have an answer for that.

We see Harry’s doctor come from the other side of the emergency room.

“Hello, Ms. Styles and Louis. I just wanted to update you guys on Harry. We are going to keep him for a few days just to monitor him. This is mandatory for suicide attempts, so please stay calm.”

“Suicide? This wasn’t an attempt on his life! He was just feeling bad! He’s not crazy!” His mom shouts, causing everyone around us to look in our direction.

“Please calm down ma’am, we just need to keep an eye on him. I assure you he will be in good hands.” The doctor says.

I grab her hand and hold it. It calms her down a bit.

‘Will we be able to visit him?” I ask.

“Yes, you can come and go as you wish. I would like to ask you a few questions though, if that’s alright with you.”

“Yes that’s fine.” She says.

“Has your son been self harming for a long time?”

“I don’t know.” She says, looking at me.

I don’t want to tell the doctor the truth, but I want Harry to get help.

I decide to stay quiet.

“Has he been stressed out for any reason lately?” He asks.

“Yes, maybe a little.” She says, trying not to cry again.

He scribbles something on his clipboard.

A nurse walks up to the doctor and mumbles something to him.

“I was just told Harry is awake and would like to see the both of you.” He says to us.

We both jump up and follow the doctor to Harry’s room.

He leads us down a very long hallway, with many turns and many doors.

I see people in each of the rooms, some are sleeping. Others are awake, with their families. This place is much quieter than what you would imagine. It’s cold in here and everything is white.

This is how I picture heaven would look like.

The doctor leads us to a room. 117. He opens the door and lets us inside.