Never Knew I Needed - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 16

[A/N] Hallo! :D Okay, so I've been trying to update like... at least twice a week, yeah? And weekends usually provide me with some pretty good time to do so! But this weekend is just sdjkhfjkshjk I HAVE so much to do! Family is at my house and right now they're working on their own house because they're gonna rent it out cause they live in a different state now but ANYWHO you don't want my life story... you want a new chapter! Or at least I think you do! You probably won't even read this authors note at all... but it's a bit irrelevant and not really important. Just basically me rambling. We'll do one or two more chapters of Lou's P.O.V then I'll let you into Harry's mind, okey dokey?! LETS DO THIS.

It was nearly 6PM when a doctor, Dr. Franklin apparently, came and raised his eyebrows at Harry and I's state. I sat on the hospital bed with the curly boy slumped against my side, tucked under my arm, with his head nuzzled against my chest.

"He... was sleepy," I told the doctor quietly.

"I see," the doctor pursed his lips. "I hear he has bruised ribs or something?"

"Oh yes," I nodded, gently massaging the boys scalp in attempt to wake him up. Harry stirred, his arms tightening from where they were around my middle. "Come on, Curly... wake up, love."

"So he... nearly drowned?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah," I swallowed hard, glancing up from gently prodding Harry.

"And you saved him then? Jumped in after him?" Dr. Franklin continued.

"Mmhmm..." I nodded.

"How are your clothes not damp then? Those clothes clearly aren't a hospital gown or scrubs," he chuckled.

"The ambulance had a very powerful heater," I laughed. "Harry was a little damp when we got to the ambulance from being bundled up and not directly in front of a heater... but he was also in cold water a lot longer than me and needed to get out of the damp clothes. I could handle them until they dried," the curly boy was still sleeping slightly against me, so I tugged gently and playfully at his curls, "Get up, lazy bones!"

"No... warm..." he mumbled.

"Dr. Franklin's here to look at your ribs," I chuckled.

"They're fine. It's alright," he said stubbornly.

I decided I had to get mean in order to make the curly boy cooperate, "If you don't let him look at you, love, I'm going to have to leave the room."

Harry shot up from my side, instantly talking to Dr. Franklin, "How do you want to look at them? If I take the gown off, you're gonna get flashed because there's nothing else underneath it."

Dr. Franklin chuckled, holding out a hand to help Harry slide off the bed, "There's buttons on the side to undo. We'll just look at your upper torso and leave everything below your waist covered."

Harry carefully popped open the button snaps and slid his arms out of the sleeves. Wincing, he slid the fabric past his ribs and balanced it on his hips. I bit back a gasp. I'd forgotten how bad the bruises looked. Dr. Franklin frowned, stepping forward to gently run his hands over Harry's bruises, prodding and poking carefully.

"Does that hurt?" he asked Harry.

"A bit," Harry admitted, chewing his bottom lip.

"What on earth did you do to get these?" Dr. Franklin shook his head in disbelief. "Fall off a cliff?"

"Something like that..."

I sighed. Harry still wasn't willing to tell what had happened. He hadn't said it right out, but it was obvious that Dean and whoever else was with him had done that. And then they'd tied him up and tried to drown him.