You saved me from myself

Chapter Seven

"Where is he?"

"Sir, I need you to calm—"

"I will not calm down! Where. Is. He?"

Louis opened his eyes, squinting at the bright fluorescent lights. He lifted his hand to try and shield from the bright room, when he realised, he had a needle at the top of his hand, a tube attached to it. Then he became aware of the soft beeping from various machines in time with his heartbeat.

Where was he?

The shouting continued from outside the closed door. Louis knew that voice, at least. Would recognise that anywhere.

The triplets where here, or at the very least, Edward was.

"He's asleep right now I wouldn't recommend going in there."

"And I don't give a fuck, do I?"

The door burst open, and in stormed Harry, with Marcel in tow and a seemingly very upset Edward. Harry ran to Louis' side as soon as he caught sight of him. His hair was sleep-ruffled and it looked like he had thrown on the first articles of clothing he saw before rushing out the door. Marcel's usually gelled back hair was hanging down across his face and his glasses where askew. Edward had a button up thrown on, only the middle two buttons even done up properly, and sweatpants.

"Oh Louis thank god you're okay," Harry sounded as he was about to cry.

"We got so worried," Marcel said, petting back his hair from his face softly with shaking hands.

"What in the world were you thinking, love?" Edward asked, voice softer than Louis had ever heard it.

Louis stared wide eyed around at the tree men, before he broke down into tears.

"I am so sorry," he got out between sobs. "I'm such a fuck up and I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Love there is no need to say sorry," Marcel said carefully. "We are just so glad that you are okay."

Harry and Edward nodded frantically.

"What—What happened?" Louis asked quietly.

"You...Drank hand sanitizer." Harry said slowly, the word hurting him immensely one after the other as they made their way out of his mouth. "Somehow you got hold of a bottle, the night nurse heard your retching and rushed to your aid. When she saw you passed out on the floor, she called an ambulance and then us, you were rushed straight here and had your stomach pumped. We came as quickly as we could."

Louis stared down into his lap, so overcome with shame he did not know what to do or how to react.

"We are just glad you're okay." Marcel repeated. "Truly, we are not mad at you, not at all."

"Or disappointed." Edward added on. "We are so happy that you made it through, you are strong, Louis."

Louis made a small noise, close to a scoff, but his throat was too sore to get much of anything out.

"How are you feeling now?" Marcel asked after a few moments of silence.

"Like a bag of smelly crap, to be honest." Louis shrugged.

Edward surveyed him for a moment, before sitting down at the bottom of his bed, putting a reassuring hand on his leg over the blankets.

"Louis I know you'll hate that I'm asking you this now, but I feel like I have to and I beg you to please be honest with me, okay?"

Louis looked up from his lap to meet the eldest triplet's eyes, and nodded.

"Were you... Trying to take your own life?