You saved me from myself

Prologue

His vision was getting blurry. He did not know if it was from tears or the copious amount of Jack Daniel's that he had just downed, Louis did not know, nor did he really care.

He sat with his back against the wall, the steel of his radiator digging into his thinning back, leaving red marks on his pale, almost bluish skin; but he did not care.

He wondered vaguely how he could have ended up like this. He had a great upbringing, his parents had been really loving and caring. His sister had been like any sister, teasing him for anything and everything, but at the end of the day she would always crawl into his bed at night and hug him tightly. In turn he had been like any older brother, teasing her but being ready to smash anyone's face in that lay a finger on her. He was the only one allowed to tease her, no one else had that right.

Louis let out a huff of humourless laughter. It is a funny thing, life. How is can suddenly become was so easily. How one second of lost concentration can make the people he cared about the most in the entire world go from is, to was.

He took another swing of his bottle of Jack, before placing it on the floor among balled up bills that were due ages ago and letters from the bank reminding him painfully of his debts. He had lost count long ago of what number that bottle was, but Louis did not care.

He drew his knees up to his chest and put his head in his arms, trying to stop the world spinning around him. As he listened to the white noice of sirens from police cars and ambulances in the distance, he was out to the world.

...

Marcel walked briskly through the corridor, trying to reach his office as quickly as possible without running, he didn't want to stress the patients in the quiet rooms lining the hall.

He reached his office just as his phone rang. He took a second to try and calm his racing heart before answering.

"SRYA, Doctor Marcel Styles speaking." He said.

He listened to the person on the other line, writing down the details he was given on a yellow post-it note.

"Mhm, yes I understand." He said. "Send her over with the transport and I'll have some nurses set up her room. Can you send over her medical records too? Okay, great." He then hung up, sitting down in his office chair with an exhausted huff.

He pressed the call button on his office phone as he lifted it to his ear again. A few tones went by before Harry picked up. "We have a girl coming in with the transport at entrance B in twenty minutes, can you get someone to ready room 305 for her and then go meet the transport?" Marcel said quickly as he clicked onto his mail to read the girl's medical records.

"I'm on it," Harry said immediately. "Name, age, and status?"

"Delilah, nineteen, abusing morphine and very unstable. We will have to keep a close eye on her." Marcel ticked of from his notes.

"Okay, I'll go meet her take her tests and then I'll page you." Harry nodded, pocketing his phone and dealing instructions to the other nurses. Since it was his business, they listened to him as if he was their boss, when technically Marcel was.

"Liam, Clara, car you go ready room 305 for me please? We have a girl coming in around ten minutes." He said, the two nurses nodded and rushed off towards the room.

He then turned to the last nurse standing to the side, waiting to see if she was needed. "Amy, can you go fill Edward in, please." He asked her. "And I'll go meet up with the transport?"

"Absolutely, Harry. I'll find you when he's informed, what entrence?"

"Great, entrence B." Harry smiled gratefully at her before walking towards said entrence to greet the girl.

It always hurt him when patients came in with their life in shatters at their feet and no one to turn to, but it always hurt just a little extra when it was really young people. This poor girl was nineteen. A few years ago, and that could have been him.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He had to remain professional. If they were lucky, they could help her. This poor girl could do great in rehabilitation, she could be out in six months continuing to live her life to the fullest with a new lifestyle.

He got out in the chilly autumn air just as the car rolled up, and two ambulance nurses jumped out, followed by a frail and thin looking girl.

"Hi," Harry said softly. "Welcome to Styles' rehabilitation for young adults."