Harry's POV
I took a moment to gather myself before I entered Louis' s room. I wanted more than anything to run away, but I was his doctor and I had to care for him.
The world must have been on my side because he was asleep when I entered. I looked over his chart, mentally panicking when I saw he had passed out. I quickly scanned over the rest, hoping to find some indication that he wasn't in a coma.
I got one when he rolled onto his side in his sleep. I sighed, waves of relief washing over me. I couldn't kiss him, but that didn't mean I couldn't care about him.
I checked his vitals and recorded them in the chart. He seemed okay but that didn't necessarily mean he was.
"Harry?" A groggy voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked down at the fragile boy in the hospital bed. He looked so small.
"Hey." I smiled.
His face fell and his voice lowered to almost a whisper. "Where were you?"
"It was my day off." I explained, not wanting to upset him.
He didn't say anything else. He just stared at me for what felt like hours but was probably only seconds.
"How do you feel?" I broke the silence.
"Same as always. Shitty."
"Define shitty."
This earned me a small laugh and I mentally patted myself on the back for it.
"My chest hurts and sometimes I feel like I'm going to puke." He avoided my eyes, playing with that damn thread on the sheets. "And I wake up in pain a lot."
"What do you mean?" I looked up from where I was writing.
"Like sometimes it's my hands or my feet or my thigh, just random body parts. It feels like I'm getting stabbed."
"That's most likely the decreased blood flow taking effect. The chest pain is pretty common but paired with the nausea it can lead to some complications. I'm going to schedule you for an MRI just to be sure nothing else is going on."
"Why?"
"I just told you why."
"No, I mean why waste time and money on me when I'm just going to die anyways?"
I stared incredibly at him, my eyes widening in horror.
"Be positive Louis." I scolded. "You're going to be just fine."
"You can't possibly know that." He scoffed.
I finished my notes in his chart adding signs of depression to it. I set it aside and faced him.
"You have to fight this Louis."
"I have nothing to fight for."
It was silent for a while. We just glared at each other.
"Then find something. You're not going down without a fight."
I turned towards the door and left, slamming it behind me, fighting back tears. I had only known him for a week and I already cared so much for him.
A couple nurses gave me weird looks, but I ignored them and continued to check up on my other patients.
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Louis' s POV
I sat there in shock. He looked so angry before he left. I never wanted to see him angry again. I only wanted him happy. He deserved it. He was such a good guy and now he's all stressed because of me!
I wanted him to kiss me and tell me everything would be okay. I wanted someone there to hold my hand when my time came.
I buried my face in my pillow and let the tears fall as the realization that I was going to die dawned on me.
I would never have a boyfriend, never fall in love or get married. I would never have kids or travel the world. I was going to miss out on so much.
I heard a squeak and I turned my head slightly to see Ally standing in the doorway clutching a pink teddy bear to her chest.
"Harry!" She screamed, running out of sight.
"No!" I called.
Without think I swung my legs over the bed and raced to the door. I couldn't let him see me like this, I had to stop her.
I made it only two feet before I fell face first onto the hard floor. This only made me cry harder and I slapped away the hands trying to help me up.
Apparently Ally had alerted the nurses to because there were three of them swarming me and suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I coughed and sputtered until I felt a warm hand on my cheek, bringing me back. I leaned into the touch, liking the way it felt on my burning cheek.
"Louis, can you hear me?"
I sat up, instantly regretting it when my head pounded. I whimpered squeezing my eyes shut, clutching Harry's scrubs. He held me in place and I buried my face in his chest. He smelled delightful.
"Get the lights then get out." He growled to someone in the room.
The lights were flicked off and the pain in my head lessened some.
I felt myself being lifted from the floor and I locked my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. He set set me down on the bed, but in my hazy state I didn't let go.
"Lou, let go. I need to see if you're hurt." Harry tried to pry my hands apart, but I refused to let go.
" 'm fine. Just stay."
"I'm not going anywhere." He replied softly. "Please let go, I need to make sure you're alright."
I winced when he made me sit up and he quickly untied the hospital gown I was wearing. His warm fingers brushing my skin sent chills down my spine.
He listened to my heart with his stethoscope for a few minutes, occasionally asking me to breath in or out.
Tears were still flowing silently across my face. At one point he used his thumb to wipe them away and I swear he was going to kiss me, but he looked away at the last second and straightened up.
"You're okay this time, but don't you ever do that again! You scared me half to death." He ran a hand through his messy curls and I shrunk back. I had stressed him out once again.
An uninvited sob escaped me and his face filled with concern.
"Do you want a glass of water?"
I nodded weakly and he left momentarily, returning with a glass of ice cold water.
He held it to my lips and I sipped slowly. My throat was burning from all the crying and the water helped soothe it.
"Do you want anything else?" I shook my head, sniffling.
"Why are you crying?" He sighed, wiping my tears away again.
"I'm dying! I'm going to die and there's nothing you or me or anyone else in this damn place can do about it!" I sobbed. "I have nothing to fight for. Everyone I've ever cared about left!"
"I care about you." He said quietly.
"Yeah but you're my doctor, so you have to! It's different."
"Even if I wasn't your doctor I would still care about you." He hesitantly took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Will you lay with me?" I scooted over, making room for him on the bed but he didn't move.
"I'm really not supposed to. I'm working remember?'
I felt a new wave a sobs coming at his rejection and I flipped over so he wouldn't see. That didn't stop him from hearing though.
I was about to tell him to get out when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and a chest being pressed to my back.
"I can only stay for a little while." He whispered.
I nodded, wiggling back so our bodies were flush against each other. I knew I shouldn't be leading him on on and I shouldn't let myself fall for him, but at that moment he was the only thing that made me feel better and I wasn't going to let that slip through my fingers.
"Fight for me." He whispered. "Please. I know we haven't known each other long, but I can tell you're a great person and you don't deserve this. So I'm begging you to fight this."
He kissed my cheek softly and and I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Okay. For you." I closed my eyes and his arms tightened around me.
He ended up falling asleep before I did, but I didn't mind. I knew I should wake him so he wouldn't get in trouble, but I just couldn't do it. He looked so peaceful.
That was the first night in a long time that I slept soundly. His embrace made me feel safe.
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