Empty {sequel to Broken}

Chapter 27: empty

Okay this is the last chapter guys. I can't believe it. After this broken/empty will be over. Sad :(

Anyways, chapter will be in three parts. The first part is louis occupational therapy. The second is when Louis finally gets to go back to his and Harrys house.The third is like a wrap up type of thing. Enjoy!!

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Harrys p.o.v.

"Okay, keep trying. Right foot, there you go," the therapist instructed Louis.

They were trying to get him to press down on a pedal with his right foot and he was having some trouble with it.

He can move fine. I mean he can maneuver his wheelchair around and he can stand on his own and stuff. It's just being exact that's hard. Like putting his foot in an specific place. Or picking up something.

"Damnit," he cursed, missing the pedal again.

He was tired. It had taken him a long time to get his shoes on. Then he'd stacked blocks for a while. He's worn out now.

"One more time love," the therapist said sweetly.

"You're okay boo, keep trying," I said quietly, rubbing his back a little to be supportive.

He took a deep breath then leaned back so he could lift his foot off the ground. He straightened his knee a little so his foot was almost over the pedal.

With a very determined look on his face, he dropped his foot down onto the... Floor. Again.

Then he burst into tears.

"I can't do anything," he choked out in between sobs.

I stood up from my chair and wrapped my arms around him. I just held him for a minute, while the therapist watched us.

"You're doing so good love, so good," I praised him, because he was, and because he needed to hear that.

He always gets so frustrated when he can't do things. They told me that he's lucky though. Some people wake up from comas and they can't even talk anymore.

Once he'd mostly calmed down, I released my hold on him, keeping a hand on his back though.

He was still taking these, shaky, gasping breaths, like one does after crying. He was okay though. I looked at the OT to see what he had to do next.

"That's all for today. Go get some rest Louis," she said, looking at me as she said it.

Everybody worries about me here. I mean yeah, it's a hospital, and I look like hell froze over so I guess it makes sense.

I just don't sleep very much is all. It's hard to. I have nightmares about killing myself and about Louis or Niall dying. I'm still so scared of loosing them.

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Louis p.o.v.

"Just one more step," Harry encouraged me.

"Wait," I stopped moving.

I felt Harry still beside me, though he tightened his grip on me. I can't really get up the stairs to our room my myself.

So Harry puts one arm around me and grips one of my hands, that I can push down on. I hold onto the railing with my other hand and sort of drag myself up the stairs.

"What? Whats wrong?" he asked, sounding worried.

"I want to try by myself," I said, biting my lip.