Why They Buried Louis

The Wait

"I'm looking for the lads who brought in Louis Tomlinson?" a voice disturbed the silence in the waiting room. 

"Over here!" Harry's head shot up, hearing the one name he'd been waiting for.   

The boys all followed Harry and looked up at once. A doctor was standing in the doorway, looking around the room. He was no more than 20 years old, dresses in a green scrubs, with a white jacket on top that reached the middle of his legs. A Superman surgical cap was barely covering his blonde hair, and his stethoscope bounced against his neck as he made his way over to the boys. 

"My name is Dr. Dale Deleo." he smiled, reaching out his hand, "I've been the one handling Louis." 

"Handling?" Harry asked, over tired, irritated and worried, "He's not a car. He's a person." 

"He's tired, and worried." Liam apologized, shaking Dale's hand, "Like the rest of us." 

"That's understandable." Dale answered, sitting across from the boys. 

"Oh, I'm Liam." 

"Nice to meet you Liam." Dale smiled reaching his arm to Niall, "And you are?" 

"I'm Niall." Niall answered, shaking Dale's hand.

"I'm Zayn." Zayn added, not waiting to be asked. 

"Nice to meet you." Dale chuckled, shaking Zayn's hand

"You've already met Harry." Zayn joked, pointing to Harry. 

"Hello, Harry." Dale nodded, smiling at Harry. 

"Hi." Harry sighed, shaking Dale's hand, "I'm sorry about that. I'm really exhausted." 

"I understand." Dale nodded again, "It's been a long day for you boys." 

"How's Louis?" Liam asked, hopeful. 

"Not too good, I'm afraid." Dale frowned, killing the mood, "That's why I came out here to find you." 

"Is he going to be okay?" Niall asked, his voice cracking.

"That is unknown at this point." Dale continued, "Louis has suffered massive trauma to almost ninety percent of his body. We've mobilized his broken leg and arm, but the rest is all internal. We are sending him up to surgery right now so we can get a better look at what's inside. We can't keep him in emergency because he needs more help than we can give. We stabilized him, but Trauma needs to do the rest."

"How long?" Zayn asked, his body cold with fear. 

"A few hours." Dale confirmed, "Four to five at the most. He suffered a lot of trauma."

"What can we do?" Niall asked, urgently. 

"At this point," Dale sighed, "just pray. Stay positive. I know it's difficult, but he's in great hands. Trauma has dealt with this kind of stuff before. I know Louis is special. We will  do everything for him that is possible, without making him worse, but a fall like that is hard to walk away from." 

"He didn't walk away." Harry sassed, still over-tired. 

"I know." Dale frowned, "We will do the best we can." 

"Do we stay here and wait?" Liam questioned, in dire need of a bed. 

"No, this is just for emergency." Dale assured, "Because we are admitting Louis, you can move up to Trauma's waiting room.Being that is where he will recover anyway, it's the best spot for you. It's more comfortable than in here as well." 

"Sounds good." Liam sighed in relief. 

"Will you be there during his surgery?" Zayn asked. 

"Unfortunately, not tonight." Dale frowned again, "Tonight I'm stuck down here. However, tonight when I make my rounds I will defiantly stop in and see Louis. Tomorrow I will be stationed in Trauma so I will be with him tomorrow, but tonight I'm down here." 

"How will we know anything if you are down here?" Niall asked, pressingly. 

"I told Dr. Grant Anderson to let you boys know as soon as Louis was in recovery." Dale answered, "His daughter is a big fan of you boys, so he knows who you are. As soon as he can, he will come find you." 

"Thank you." Liam sighed, glad he finally knew what was going on. 

"Of course." Dale smiled, standing up, "Wanna follow me up to trauma?" 

"Can we see him first?" Harry asked, biting on his thumbnail. 

"Are you positive?" Dale asked, not sure it was a good idea. 

"Please." Harry urged, "If he doesn't come out of this..." 

"Alright..." Dale sighed, smirking, "...Let's go see him." 

The boys followed Dale through the double doors, down the hall to the room where Louis had been. Dale opened the door slowly and the boys went inside. On the bed, lay a motionless, quite Louis. He was covered with tubes, needles, patches, and bandages. His broken arm and leg had disappeared under layers of bandages and splints. His eyes closed, and his stomach barely moving, as the nurses pushed his bed past the boys. Harry was frozen. All he could do was stare at Louis. He wanted to cry, but his eyes remained dry. He wanted to run to Louis' side, but his legs had gone away. He wanted to close his eyes, but his heart wouldn't let him. Niall could see the pain falling out of Harry's eyes, so he put his hand on Harry's shoulder to try and comfort him. 

It did some good, knowing other people were there with him, feeling the pain he felt, but Niall's hand couldn't glue together the millions of pieces that Harry's heart that had just broken into. Yes, his band mates were feeling his pain, but they weren't. Harry had a special, very unique, kind of love for Louis. The other lads only loved Louis because he was family, and their best friend. Harry loved Louis so much more than that. Louis was more to him than just a band mate. He was his soul mate. The love of his life.  The other half of his heart. Louis completed Harry. If he wasn't around, Harry would fall apart. 

The nurse pushed the bed past Harry's hands, and he reached for Louis. Louis' hair breezed by Harry's fingers, sending a cold goodbye up Harry's arm. Still unable to cry, Harry's cheeks pulsed with anxiety as he watched his best friend get rushed into the nearby elevator, the doors shutting taking Louis' away from Harry- for who know's how long.

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