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Harry and Louis had just walked out of a clothing store, bags in hand. It had been a nice, lazy Saturday where they were allowed to do and go anywhere they pleased. They had dined together, played a game of tennis, and then to end their evening, bought some clothes at one of the top designer shops in town.
"It's been fun," Louis said with a smile on his face. They had exited the shop and were walking on the sidewalk amidst crowds of people.
Harry agreed. He had enjoyed this day together as well. He looked up and noticed a familiar face from across the street. "Oh, hey, Niall!" he yelled, sending off a friendly wave.
Niall turned his head towards his name and grinned. Looks like shopping had been on everyone's list today. Niall waved back while sipping his smoothie and began running across the street to join them. It was unfortunate, however, that he didn't stop to look both ways. When Niall was almost on the other side, a car was inches away from hitting him.
Thinking quickly, Louis darted out into the traffic, hoping to save him. It was like everything happened in slow motion. Niall's eyes grew wide in shock as Louis's hands pushed him back, where he flew backward in a heap on the side of the road, his pink smoothie splashing everything in sight.
As Niall went down, Louis's body was slammed into a black car going 35 miles per hour. His leg hit the front of it and he was flipped onto the top of the windshield, hitting his head on the glass. He rolled off the hood and slammed down onto the concrete below, jarring his whole body.
He must have passed out for a moment because he didn't remember anything else. When he woke up, Harry and Niall were the first faces he saw as they hovered over him. "Louis!" Harry cried. "Are you okay?"
Louis put his hand to his temple. His head was throbbing. He pulled back his hand and it was wet and sticky with blood. "Head hurts." He started to get up, and he was halfway on his feet when the two of them told him to sit still and that they had called an ambulance. Louis looked confused. "But I'm okay. It's just my head."
"Are you sure?" Niall asked. His shirt was stained with pink smoothie. "You just got hit by a car."
Louis looked up and realized that people were flocking around them and staring and pointing. It all happened so fast he had forgotten what happened. He barely remembered pushing Niall out of the way, but the rest was a blur.
As Niall and Harry relayed to Louis what had happened, the pain began to manifest itself outof nowhere and it was intense. Louis grabbed his leg, letting out a scream that stopped Niall dead in his tracks, shutting him up.
"My leg!" Louis cried. "It hurts!" The adrenaline was finally wearing off and Louis's pain was in full force. The throbbing in his head increased, making him see spots. He felt like passing out and felt woozy.
Harry and Niall bent down on their knees. "It's okay, Louis," Harry said. "Help's coming."
His whole entire leg felt like it was on fire. Suddenly, a new pain registered itself that he wasn't aware of at first. He felt it when Harry put his arm around him, trying to comfort him. His arm, below the shoulder, zapped with pain with every touch of Harry's fingers. Louis pulled back and clutched his arm with his other hand as tears stung his eyes. "Ow!"
Realizing that meant he was hurting him, Harry quickly let Louis go. "I'm sorry, Lou." He knew he must have hurt it either on the road or when he collided with the windshield, but wasn't sure. Harry didn't know what to do for him now. He wondered how this even happened. This wasn't the kind of thing that happened to people like them. He didn't know how much pain Louis was in, but he hoped it wasn't too bad.
Louis's body slackened and allowed himself to lean up against Harry's chest. There was blood on his hurt arm due to road rash and some on his head as well. It was trickling down his face slowly, making its way between his eyebrows. His head fell against Harry's chest, and that's when Harry started to worry.
"Lou?" he said. He looked down, trying to see his face, and his eyes were closed. He panicked. "Louis, wake up!" When Louis didn't respond, he started shaking him. "Niall, he's asleep. He can't go to sleep. Help me!"
Niall slapped Louis's cheeks and called his name. "Louis, wake up! You have to stay awake."
A siren was heard in the distance and it was getting closer. Louis was starting to wake up, his eyelids opening slowly. "That's right, Lou. Stay awake for me, okay?" Harry said.
Paramedics raced to the scene and began checking on Louis. They took his blood pressure and placed bandages on his head wound and loaded him into the ambulance.
When they arrived at the hospital, a doctor checked Louis over while Niall and Harry waited patiently. The doctor first gave him eight stitches on his forehead and then moved onto his leg. "Can you tell me, Louis, where you hurt?" the doctor asked after washing his hands again.
"My whole leg," Louis said, stopping to wince. "From my hip down to my ankle I guess." Sweat dotted his face and shirt as he struggled to deal with the agony. "And my arm below the shoulder." He was sitting upright with his right arm bent and his injured leg outstretched in front of him.
The doctor took some x-rays and also did a cat scan to check his head. Harry sat on the exam table with him as they waited for the results.
"Well, Louis," the doctor said when he came back in the room. "For getting hit by a car, you're luckier than you think."
Lucky, Louis thought. How was sitting in the hospital banged up lucky? He was in immense pain, couldn't even sit or stand without pain in his leg, and his head was still throbbing. There was nothing else left for him to do, so he sat and waited for whatever else the doctor had to say.
"So what are the results?" Harry asked. He was ready to take Louis home and start taking care of him. He hated seeing him so upset and in so much pain.
"Well, you've got a broken tibia and patella," the doctor explained, pointing to Louis's shin and kneecap. I'll be putting a cast on it and as long as it all heals nicely, you won't need surgery, but you will have to undergo physical therapy for a few weeks afterward. You also have a concussion, so you'll need to be checked on every couple hours during the night. You also have a fractured humerus."
The doctor began wrapping his leg in plaster all the way up to his mid-thigh. Then he put his arm in a cast that bent it at the elbow, so he put it in a sling to help keep him more comfortable. Next, he wrapped his other bloodied, scraped arm in bandages. After telling Harry and Niall how to take care of him, he let them leave.
When he was all patched up, a nurse wheeled him out in a wheelchair and helped load him into the car. After arriving back home at Louis's and Harry's house, Harry wheeled Louis into the living room and Niall took a chair next to him.
"Hey, uh, Lou," Niall said hesitantly.
"Yeah?" Louis said.
"I just wanted to say thanks. If you didn't jump in front of that car, I could be dead right now." Niall twiddled his fingers in his lap. "I'm really sorry you got hurt."
Louis smiled tiredly. "It's okay, Ni. I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
Niall smiled. "Is there anything I can do for you? I feel really bad."
"I'm good. I've got Harry," Louis said, and turned to watch Harry sit next to him. "You should go home and shower. I'm sure you're uncomfortable with that sticky pink milkshake all over you."
Niall laughed. "A smoothie actually." Niall got up to leave. It was getting late anyway.
"So, you wanna be moved to the couch, honey?" Harry said, motioning at the wheelchair.
Louis nodded, as the wheelchair wasn't all that comfortable. Harry gently picked Louis up and out of the chair, groaning once his broken leg began to move. Harry quickly moved him to the couch, propping his leg up on the cushions.
"Anything you wanna do?" Harry asked once he was situated. "Can I get you anything?"
"Actually, I just wanna sleep," Louis said tiredly.
Harry nodded and understood. "Okay. Then I'll be setting a timer for every two hours." He gave Louis a kiss on the head and grabbed a timer from the kitchen. Just as the doctor instructed, Harry woke Louis up after every other hour to make sure he was coherent and could be woken up. The next morning, they were both groggy and sleepy.
"Morning, love," Harry said once he heard him stir. He had slept on the floor next to Louis all night, alarm clock at his side. "How are you feeling?"
Louis thought a minute, remembering how his leg and knee had been broken yesterday. "Mmm," he moaned. "My leg hurts."
"I'm sorry. How's your head?" Harry asked as he stood over him.
The headache was finally gone. "It's good."
Harry brought him more pain pills that morning and cooked him a nice breakfast. The rest of the day was spent off and on sleeping, eating, and taking more pills. They also watched a couple movies and played some video games that evening.
Louis knew the next two months would be difficult, but as long as he had Harry, he could do anything.
Hope everyone liked it. Have a great weekend!