{Alesha's POV}
The doctor flipped through the pages on the clipboard, a permanent frown plastered on his porcelain face. He paused, scanning all our faces, before clearing his throat again.
"Mr Tomlinson has received multiple broken ribs, a fractured shoulder and bruising," he paused again, "But apart from that, he'll be fine."
My knees gave way below me as I let out a cry of relief. He was going to be alright. He's alright. Relief passed on everyone's faces. Lily helped me back to my feet and hugged me. I turned back towards the doctor.
"Can we see him?" I ask. I just needed to see him.
"Yes, he is able to have visitors."
We all filed into the small room, silent. Louis was laying in a large, white bed, wearing only a hospital gown, and a sling holding up his arm. His face was still battered and bruised against his stark- white face. He fluttered his eyes open when he heard us entering.
"He- Hey." His voiced croaked, and he licked his cracked lips. He tried to sit, but flinched in pain. I ran over to his side and took his hand.
"I was so worried about you." I told him, and he squeezed my hand in returned.
"No need to worry. I'm invincible!" Even when he was injured he was still cracking jokes. The others gathered around Louis' bed, and he smiled at all of them.
"Were you guys worried too?" He added with his mouth turned upwards into a grin.
"Why wouldn't we be?" Niall answered, "You're our mate!"
Louis laughed.
"You guys LOVE me!"
We all laughed. God, if something had happened to him....
***
"It's time for Mr Tomlinson to get some rest." The nurse ordered, sticking her head around the door. A round of complaints went around, before the others walked out of the door, wishing Louis well. I clinged to his hand again.
"Please stay with me?" He pleaded. He obviously didn't want to be alone in this lonely place.
"I want to." I replied. I sighed, and looked down at our entwined hands. He was rubbing his thumb in a circular motion over palm. His touch made my skin tingle. I wanted to stay with him in this cold, bland building, holding his hand and listening to his voice. I wanted to feel his arms around me as we slept.
"Well stay."
Louis put his warm hand on my cheek and leaned in, closing the distance between us. I breathed out, not realizing I had been holding my breath, knowing what was coming. I closed my eyes, taking in the moment, when the door flew open and the room was filled with shouts.
The flash of blue official uniforms and the faces of security guards bombarded the room as someone grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room, away from Louis.
"LET ME GO!" I scream, and thrash my arms, trying to escape the tight grip. The unknown person holding me tightened their hand around my arms. This was going to leave a bruise. I looked over my shoulder towards Louis' room, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on, but the door was closed, and two security guards were posted outside. I thrashed again, but it was useless. I was being dragged down a long, empty corridor, with multiple closed doors on each side. What was going on? Where was I being taken? I looked down to my pocket in search of my phone, only to discover I had left it in my bag- which was in Harry's car. I turned my head to the person leading me, and was shocked to realize I recognized the face.
