Third Person P.O.V
Sighing softly, Niall stroked Louis' hair. The other alphas took it as their cue to leave.
Eventually, Louis got up from Niall's lap and straight to the toilet. Standing in front of the mirror, he could see his face had sunken in and the hoodie he wore, drowned him. Slowly, Louis lifted his hoodie and removed it.
His ribs stood out, his usually tanned skin was now an abnormal pale color. Skin littered in scars, some red from irritation and some fading. On his hip bone, two large and deep scars stood out. It used to be his favorite area to cut, easy to hide and the most painful, the best way to punish himself for being worthless. But he lost feeling, the whole area went numb eventually, probably from too much nerve damage.
He softly traced his ribs, wincing, as pain shot through his body. Each scar had a bad memory of its own, whether it was the boys ignoring him or the interviewer calling him a manwhore, every word hurt more than any of the scars on his body could. His muscles were tense with frustration and tears were brimming his eyes. Louis just wanted to sit down on the floor and sob till the earth swallowed him whole.
He hadn't had a heat in the last ten years, his first one being his last one. And for the past two years, he couldn't remember if he had had any nutritious or healthy meal without puking it out, or a day without nearly overdosing on drugs. He smoked every day, going through packets faster than an F1 car. The godforsaken little white pills weren't any better, he couldn't even taste properly anymore, only being to taste something extremely bitter or spicy. His sense of smell had gone to hell a long time ago and sometimes he'd lose sensation in his body parts and have them numb for days. In all honesty, Louis felt an eerie sense of fear creeping up from his stomach to his chest, making it harder to breathe.
The last time he was this scared was when his 'father' looked in his eyes and then went on to destroy his life.
"No son of mine will be a fucking omega! Stepson or not, if you have my last name, you're not going to be a fucking male omega! Never, no, you little piece shit! you disgrace, I swear only the law is stopping me from breaking your skull." Mark's hand remained on Louis' neck, holding it tightly and forcing the small and fragile omega to look up. He had never seen so much hatred and anger in a person's eyes, Louis almost wet his pants.
"Do you hear me Omega!?" Tears escaped Louis' eyes, no matter how hard he tried to hold them in.
"Fuckin- goddammit. Omegas never learn, huh?" He pushed the smaller boy against his wall, causing him to crumble down, that was the first time someone had caused him to breakdown like that. That was the first time he actually had a breakdown. That was the first time someone had pushed him so hard. That was the first time someone had hurt, it sure wasn't the last time.
The next morning suppressants and a scent neutralizer were thrown at his face with a wordless glare on Mark's face.
"Louis? Louis! You okay in there, honey?" Niall's soft from the other side of the door brought him outside his own head. The salty taste in his mouth had brought the tears streaming down his face to his attention. Quickly wiping them, he replied back, "Yeah, I'm fine Niall. Just freshening up a bit." Thankfully his voice didn't crack, years of lying and pretending had paid off.
He took a quick shower before stepping out in some extra clothes he found in the laundry basket. Some mustard sweats and a huge white hoodie which defiantly wasn't his. Stepping out, he realized no one was in the room. He sat down on the bed, letting the warm covers engulf him as his mind raced with thoughts. What if he was broken beyond repair? What if the alphas didn't want a broken omega like him? Where would he go then? What would he do? He could never guess the answers to these questions, all he could do was wait.
The door swung open a few minutes later and Niall pounced on him. Careful not to squish him, as he wrapped his arms around the tiny omega, pressing soft kisses to his head.
"Ready to leave boo?"
"Sure."
The alphas sat in the living room after Niall made it very clear to them that what Louis was going through was a horrible cycle of hormones messing with his mind and his body tried to adjust in his own skin again, them hovering above him would only intimidate him and scare him more. Fear and guilt rushed through their veins, there was surely some fault in their parts for being so ignorant and careless. Only on the news channel and school text books had they seen these situations, it was much worse to live through one, especially when you were partly to blame.
All heads turned to Louis when he waddled in the room, only now aware of how tired he was feeling. Wordlessly the pack made their way to the car, Liam driving and Zayn taking the shotgun, Louis placed between Niall and Harry. Harry's protective hand rested on Louis' knee and Niall's arm wrapped around the back of Louis' neck, acting like a neck pillow. The whole ride was silent, everyone too lost in their own thoughts.
Being famous came with its pros and cons, one of the pros being that getting an appointment with one of the best doctors was fairly easy. They were quickly rushed into a private check-up room from the parking spot to avoid any fans from spotting them. The hospital was filled with sick people needing attention and fans mobbing the area was the last thing they needed.
The room was plain and sterile, the smell reminded him of the first time he passed out at age 15 from nearly overdosing on suppressants and waking up in the local hospital with his father looking like he wanted to kick him.
Doctor Maximus Sullivan, as the plaque on his table read, sat on a plush chair. He signaled for the others to sit down, everyone taking a seat on one of the velvet chairs except Louis who was asked to sit on the examination chair (it was normal velvet chair but closer to the doctor).
"Louis, can you take deep breaths for me please." He knew what was wrong, Dr.Sullivan was a specialist in treating abused omegas. The grim looks on everyone's face just confirmed his suspicions that they had recently discovered this.
He put his stethoscope to Louis' chest and listened to Louis' heartbeat. Repeating the same process on his back, slipping his hand under Louis' shirt to get a better listen. He joked down some notes on the small notepad in front of him before continuing.
"How long have you been taking these suppressants?"
"Umm... Since I was fourteen, that was... eleven years ago." To say the pack was shocked was an understatement, Louis had nearly surpassed the longest known omega to live on suppressants, who had lived for 11 years and 9 months before he died. The doctor just frowned as he furiously scribbled down some more notes.
"and I'm assuming you haven't had your heat except for the first one, back when you were 14?" Louis just softly nodded, suddenly feeling extremely tired.
"I'm gonna do an examination now, just a simple to see your physical health is. Would you prefer if the alphas left the room?"
The alphas really tried not to voice their sounds of protest knowing Louis might not want them in the room. Louis softly shook his head again and the doctor would tell them anyway. The alphas smiled slightly, happy that Louis wanted them around.
"Go stand on the weighing machine please." Louis quietly obeyed, the weighting scale reading 45 Kilograms (99 Pounds) and checked his height 5'6 (170.68 cm). He scribbled down this piece of information before asking Louis to sit on the examination bed.
They were general tests to see his reactions to pain and measure reflex time. Eventually, he asked Louis to remove his hoodie which Louis did as slowly as he could. Hesitance and reluctance clearly visible, but the doctor didn't rush him. After treating patients for fifteen years, he knew better than to hurry the victim.
Once the hoodie was off, scars were on complete display as multiple gasps went around the room. The doctor, of course, tried to be as professional as possible but this had to be one of the worst cases in his entire career. The scars were deep and some were huge, which the same area had been cut over multiple times, never healing. Louis avoided eye contact with everyone, too embarrassed to look at anyone.
The doctor began feeling Louis' stomach and rib cage, making his way around his whole torso. His face made it clear that it wasn't good news. He pinched some places around his stomach but Louis' lack of reaction made his suspicions clear. Something inside was very wrong.
"I'm afraid Louis' gonna have to stay here for a few days. We need to do things like CT scans and MRIs to see exactly what we're dealing with. Currently, he's extremely underweight and his heartbeat is irregular which could mean arrhythmia. That can be extremely fatal and we'll need to keep him under supervision. However, I can arrange a room where at least two of you can stay overnight. It's more helpful in recovery if someone is there through every step of the way."
And there's nothing they can do about it, so they go over to Louis (who's put his hoodie back on) and hug him. Soft kisses and soft whispering in his ears. All they can do right now is comfort him.
It is what it is.
Hi, sorry for the late chapter. I have exams (again). Also, it's like 3 am over here so I'm really sleepy and really sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes. Anyways! thanks for reading so much, every single one of you.
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