🌻Sunflower🌻

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It was two weeks later. Anne was nervously waiting at the hospital. Today was the day of Harry's assessments. She hadn't slept much the night before, worrying about Harry. Harry, meanwhile had slept well, even staying in his own bed all night. He woke up early, full of beans and giggles, as usual.

"Harry Styles?" A Doctor called. Anne nodded and carried Harry into an office.

"Good morning Miss Styles. I'm Doctor Holland." He held out his hand and Anne shook it. She sat down with Harry on her lap.

"So...I see you have a couple of concerns about Harry's development?" Anne nodded.

"Yes...he doesn't walk unaided very well. He only takes a couple of steps before he falls down. And..his speech isn't good. He doesn't say anything, except he said mumumum once a while ago." Anne said, he voice shaking.

"Ok. Let's see if we can find out why. I'm going to do some tests. Also, I'd like to do a scan just to check all his bones are working ok. And I think we need to do some blood tests too. Just to rule things out. Is that ok with you?"

"Y-yes. Ok. When would you do this?" She was on the verge of tears, it all seemed a bit drastic.

"We can do the scan soon, I'll get another appointment set up, everything else we can do now."

Anne nodded, feeling sick.

"Let's check him over first. Leave the blood test til last as he'll probably get upset. Can you put him on the bed please?"

Anne stood up and placed Harry on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling and grabbed at his toes, giggling.

"Hello Harry. I'm not going to hurt you ok?" Doctor Holland said calmly, smiling at Harry's cute smile.

He moved his legs around, checking they were moving correctly.  Checking his muscles and reflexes. "There does seem to be a bit of weakness. The scans will tell us more." He tickled Harry's feet as he giggled again. "He seems a very happy little boy?"

"He is. He's always laughing. He doesn't cry often." Anne said.

"Well that's good." He replied. "You can take him now. I'd like to see if he can walk to me. Can you sit on this chair and hold him and then see if he can walk to me?" The Doctor asked as he moved a chair further away. Anne held him in between her legs.

"Harry...can you walk to me?"

Anne let go and harry wobbled a few steps. The Doctor watched his legs as he got closer. But Harry fell after four steps.

Anne picked him up and sat down again.

"Yes. There's definitely some weakness. I'll get that scan set up as soon as possible. I'm going to take some blood now."

Anne's face immediately paled. The thought of her baby boy getting stuck with a needle was making her feel sick again.

"Are you ok?" Doctor Holland asked.

"I...I'm sorry. I have a phobia of blood." She replied.

"Oh. I can get a nurse to hold him if you want to leave the room?"

Anne shook her head. "No. No. I can't leave him. I'll be ok." She said, though she wasn't sure she would be.

"Ok. I'll try and do this as quickly as possible. If you can try and talk to him to keep him calm, that would help. Hold him tight. I'm going to do it now. Are you ready?"

Anne nodded.

The Doctor got his needles, tubes etc and put some gloves on.

He took Harry's arm and tapped it to get a vein. He put the needle in and Harry screamed, trying to wriggle out of Anne's arms.

"Harry...baby..it's ok. Mummy's here. It's ok. Shh shh. It's ok my lovely." Her voice broke as she struggled to hold onto him.

Finally it was over. Harry was hysterical and Anne was sobbing, cuddling him tight. He was hot and sweating and in a state.

"I'm so sorry." The Doctor said. He felt awful for making them both get in this state.

Once Anne had calmed down, her heart was still nearly bursting from her chest, she wiped her tears and sat Harry on her lap. He had got so upset he had tired himself out. His thumb automatically went to his mouth and he sucked  contentedly.

"Oh god...that...that was awful." She sniffed.

The Doctor patted her hand. "I'm sorry. It's one of the worst parts of my job, seeing children so upset, and their Mums. Are you ok?"

She nodded. "Yes. Thank you. Is that everything?"

She was anxious to get out of this place and go home for proper cuddles.

"Yes. I'll send you the scan appointment. I'll see you soon. Take care." He said, shaking her hand, sadly. They left.

She had to sit outside for a while. Her legs were too shaky to walk right now. A couple of nice people asked if they were ok.

Eventually, they made it on to the bus and were back home fifteen minutes later.

Anne sat on the sofa, Harry laying beside her. She watched him sleeping. He had a plaster on his arm, she could see a tiny speck of blood underneath it and had to look away.

She's hoping he never has to go through that again.

Ok...so I know Anne's maiden name wasn't Styles, but I love the name so much I had to use it. Harry is a Styles after all.

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