„Take him to the operation room!"
„But we don't have a doctor!"
„Tomlinson will take it into his own hands!"
Where am I? Who're that voices around me? What happened?
I heard everyone, but I couldn't say anything. My eyes are heavy and my ears are catching just a few noises. I feel so low.
„Harry! Darling! Wake up please, don't leave me alone, please!"
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the boy with matches / larry eng
Fanfiction„Take him to the operation room!" „But we don't have a doctor!" „Tomlinson will take it into his own hands!"
