Immobilized (AU) (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 13

Soon, everyone, including Bernadette, piled into the room again. Bernadette began to speak.

"Alright, so." I could see she got more comfortable with everyone. She didn't stutter as much as she did about twenty minutes ago.

"We seemed to be done here. We don't need to prescribe Harry with any medication All we ask is he take it easy for a while, as well as take physical therapy, every other day, for four weeks. This means he'll have to stay here, in the hospital, for that period of time. It's better if he doesn't move too much for the first week," she finished off, while flipping through some paper on her clipboard. She finally unclipped enough sheets of my symptoms for the rest of the group, including me.

She handed mine to me last. "Here, Harry," she told me, smiling with a twinkle in her eyes. I could see she still liked me, but I could also see she was trying to move on.

I smiled brightly back at her. "Thank you," I croaked, taking the sheet from her. I held it in my hand, with out looking at it just yet. I looked around the room at everyone.

My stepdad spoke up. "So he has to go through therapy for at least a month?", he clarified. My Mum spoke up. "That terrible," she shrieked.

I could see the fear and nerves rise in Bernadette. She opened her mouth. Before she could speak, though, I piped in. "Guys, I'll be fine. It's just posture therapy. Right, Bern?" Her eyes widened. She stuttered out. "Um, e-exactly."

I smiled at her to show it was okay. She nervously smiled back.

I spoke again to everyone. "I'm actually very tired," I trailed off, then started again. "Could you please give me some privacy?", my voice squeaked near the end.

They nodded sadly. I acted sleepy as everyone left, Bernadette the last through the door. I mouthed a 'thank you', and she smiled in return. Her smile was adorable.

Once she shut the door, I counted to ten, to make sure they were gone, then let out a breath I didn't notice I was holding.

I sat up and glanced down at the sheet in hand.

Patient: Harry Edward Styles
Diagnosis: Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome

What is P.O.T.S?: Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS) is one of a group of disorders that have orthostatic intolerance (OI) as their primary symptom. OI describes a condition in which an excessively reduced volume of blood returns to the heart after an individual stands up from a lying down position. The primary symptom of OI is lightheadedness or fainting. In POTS, the lightheadedness or fainting is also accompanied by a rapid increase in heartbeat of more than 30 beats per minute, or a heart rate that exceeds 120 beats per minute, within 10 minutes of rising. The faintness or lightheadedness of POTS are relieved by lying down again. Anyone at any age can develop POTS, but the majority of individuals affected (between 75 and 80 percent) are women between the ages of 15 to 50 years of age. Some women report an increase in episodes of POTS right before their menstrual periods. POTS often begins after a pregnancy, major surgery, trauma, or a viral illness. It may make individuals unable to exercise because the activity brings on fainting spells or dizziness.

Symptoms Include:

Dizziness
Fainting
Headache
Tiredness
Poor memory
Poor concentration

Date Diagnosed: December sixteenth, two thousand fourteen
Signature of Nurse: Bernadette Grande
Signature of Receptionist: Mark Asbergest

It turns out this P.O.T.S is more complex than I imagined. Next, I gaped at all the symptoms. Well, the diagnosis does make sense now. I've experienced many of them already. There were a lot more, but who has time for reading all of that?

I sat back, baffled by the thought. It's crazy. I never thought I'd go through all of this. Well, I guess it makes the journey.

I set the sheet on the side tables, and laid back down, thinking through everything. Soon, I saw the clock. It said nine pm. My eyes widened. "That was quick," I mumbled.

I tucked myself in, trying to get comfortable after a few minutes. Finally, I was able to shut my eyes, and relax.

The next day, I woke up by myself. After yawning, I stretched, then sat up, while rubbing my tired eyes.

I looked at the clock after opening my eyes properly. It read eight forty two am.

I decided to get up and go for a walk, despite what the doctor said about how I needed to rest.

I got up from bed, and yawned, as I exaggeratively stretched. I felt a bit dizzy and light headed. I must've gotten up too fast.

I turned and saw two caplets as well as a cup of water awaiting me on the nightstand. I quickly took them, hoping to feel stronger later, and walked out of the room.

I turned left and walked down the hall for a while, turning a couple more times.

Finally, I stood in front of my destination I took a deep breath and opened the hospital room door.

My eyes wandered around the room that I haven't been in for three days. Crazy what could happen in that period of time.

My eyes looked at the chair I would always lay my coat and bag on, then they wandered to where Bernadette had kissed me. What a cute girl.

Finally, my eyes settles to the bed. The blue hospital bed Louis would lay in.

With his feather like brunette hair, caramel coloured even, swept to the right of his face. His long eyelashes would rest on his apple like cheeks. His nose would be like a cute button. Then his lips. His beautiful lips would be pink and plump, just begging to be kissed. Which I would gladly do again.

Wait, what am I saying? He has a boy friend. Carlos. Carlos doesn't deserve some one as perfect as Louis. He deserves more of a trash bin. Or no one. He can choose which one he'd prefer himself.

I bet he'd pick him self over any one. That conceited bastard.

I walked over to the bed and stroked the creases where Louis used to lay. So what I saw in the parking lot was true.

I could be celebrating that he's awake.

But I'm not.

Louis and his boyfriend are gone now. Doncaster is a pretty big city. How am I supposed to find Louis. They might not even be in the country anymore, let alone city!

Besides, even if I did find Louis, his beloved boyfriend would surely murder me if I came ten feet near them.

I laid down on the place Louis was, and curled up into a ball, facing away from the door. Soon, I let the tears fall that I pushed back for too long, as my nose filled with the scent Louis had carried with him.

Vanilla.

Sweet Sweet Vanilla.