✔️STRONG [L.S]

[17]

{LOUIS' POV}

   *May 24th, 2014, 9:24 AM*

    I looked around the room groggily, my vision slightly blurred. I had woken up about 20 minute's ago, but I was still drowsy from all of the medicine they had given me. A continuous beeping sound filled my ear's, and tube's stuck out from my arm's, connected to who know's what. I couple of time's I had thought about ripping them from my body, hoping it would cause me some type of harm. Maybe enough to kill me (although in the back of my mind, I knew nothing really bad would happen if I did). But I didn't, feeling too weak and tired. Suddenly, the door opened, and I saw my mum's head peek in.

   "Mum?" I whispered hoarsely, squinting my eye's. She came in, my dad following closely behind her. Their eye's were red and puffy, dried tear's staining there cheek's. She pulled a chair close to the side of the bed, and I turned my head on the pillow so I could look at her. She reached a hand up slowly, finger's brushing through my hair.

  "How are you feeling baby?" She asked quietly, as my father pulled up a chair beside her's. I gave her a very, very small smile as an answer, not wanting to talk about it.

   "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice quiet and scratchy. Her hand stopped moving, freezing on my head.

   "Why wouldn't we be here?" I swallowed quietly before answering.

   "I didn't think anyone cared." I squeezed my eye's shut, hearing the silent gasp's of my parent's.

   "Oh Louis...." I heard my dad say.

   "Don't you ever think that we wouldn't care about you!" My mum pleaded, hand beginning to move slowly again. I opened my eye's, feeling a pain begin to grow in my head.

   "Mum..." I whispered. Her thumb stroked over my forehead, and down toward's my ear.

   "What is it?" I closed my eyes again.

   "My head hurt's...." I mumbled.

   "I know boobear....." I opened my eyelids a crack, watching as she leaned over to press the nurse button. Not even a minute later, a black, heavyset woman wearing scrub's came in the room.
"What's the matter sugar?" She asked sweetly. I drifted my gaze away from her, staring at seemingly nothing in the distance.

"Head hurt's...." I muttered again.

"No problem." She went over to a nearby counter, pulling something out of a tray. When she turned around, I saw a needle in her hand. My heart just about stopped at the sight. I was absolutely terrified of shot's. My mum must have remembered, because she grabbed my hand tightly, other hand still stroking my hair. I stared at her, almost not noticing when I felt a pinch in my arm.

"It's gonna make you pretty sleepy hun'." As if I wasn't already tired enough.....I felt the drug's start to kick in quickly, the pain being pushed back, my body feeling even more tired. I fought to keep my eyelid's open, not wanting to sleep. My mum wasn't having any of that though, stroking the bridge of my nose softly like she used to do when I was little to get me to take a nap.

"Go back to sleep baby...we'll be here when you wake up. We have some important things to talk about." I was about to ask her what kind of thing's, but my drowsiness took over, and I slipped into a deep sleep.

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LOVE IS GIVING HIM THE POWER TO DESTROY YOU, BUT TRUSTING HIM NOT TO.

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