""He's going to be knocked out for a few hours." Louis explained to me briefly, getting off the side of Harry's bed. He sighed heavily, smoothing his jacket. He looked stressed; almost genuinely worried over Harry's sake. Does Louis actually care about Harry? The two of them did seem close, but I found myself wondering if perhaps Louis genuinely cared about Harry.
As soon as Louis found Harry, he snapped into action. Apparently Louis's mom was a nurse, and Louis had picked up a thing or two from her. He had all kinds of medicines to treat things like this-he had cleaned Harry's wounds thoroughly with swaths, and he had tons of painkillers for when Harry woke up. Louis didn't exactly explain every little thing that was wrong with Harry, but judging by the worried look on his face, I figured Harry's condition was pretty serious.
It was a bit more serious of that. By that, I mean Louis had to throw away countless of swaths that had soaked through with blood.
While Louis attended Harry, I stayed in the doorway silently. I still pictured the blood pooling around Harry. I could still see his small, careless smirk dripping with blood.
I would never forget that.
"You...you almost died."
"Who cares?"
I flinched a little when Louis set his hand on my shoulder, finally bringing his somber blue eyes to meet mine. He stared at me heavily for a few seconds before saying quietly, "You saved him, you know."
I said nothing as Louis looked me over. Eventually he stepped away from me and began walking out of the room.
Then I said, "I couldn't just leave him there."
He nodded in response. "Well, I don't think he'll be happy if you...left. So I'd advice you to stay here." He didn't sound stern or cold-hearted; he sounded nonchalant. "I'll lock everything up, just in case." As I heard him walk out, I heard him mumble under his breath, "We'll find those bastards. They're good as dead."
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