Rupture // h.s au

18. "So he's going to die?"

Harry

" Run, run, run!" Louis urged, my arm resting on his shoulder, his arm barely holding my weight from collapsing to the ground. I put a hand to my bleeding nose, attempting to stop the flooding blood. Bullets flew around us, Louis effectively maneuvering us away from the consistent attacks. I urged my legs to not give out on us yet, to not let me down, even though every bone of my aching body, was barely fighting away the inevitable unconsciousness.

I had lost all sight, as Louis threw me into the passenger's seat, quickly rushing to the driver's seat. I felt the vehicle's haphazard motion, as Louis moved from one lane on the road to the other to escape their following shootings.

" Apply pressure on anything that's bleeding!" Louis yelled, his voice frantic, as he laid the back of my seat down, leaving me almost in a horizontal position.

" Everything is bleeding!" I yelled, my voice sounding foreign, distant, as my eyes began to close, against my own free will.

" Don't pass out on me, Harry, hang in there, okay?"

" This is all your fucking fault." I hissed, my head pounding with something other than the rage.

" I know, I know, I know!" He yelled, swinging the car to the right, bumping me into the door.

" Dammit, Louis," The pain had spread from my head and pretty much my whole face, to my side.

" I'm sorry, I am just trying to not get us shot."

" Yeah, well, you're doing a lousy job at it." I coughed, sensing a bitter taste in my mouth, but choosing to ignore it.

" Are you still with me? Harry, are you alright?" His hands shook me slightly, causing the pain to flare up pretty much everywhere.

" I'm still here. I think I am fucking blind, but I'm still here."

" You're what?! Oh Zayn is going to slaughter me!"

" Good, you fucking earned it, you, childish, inconsiderate, irresponsible-"

" Okay, okay, I get it. I fucked up. I'm sorry." I gave a mere nod, groaning, at the ache devouring me whole. I had received several punches to the stomach, along with some kicks, a hit to the head, and of course a punch to the nose that was now broken. I bet I had a few broken bones that I couldn't quite feel yet, but would surely kick in later on, once I was conscious enough to actually process all my injuries.

An hour passed of Louis maniacally driving us home, occasionally shaking me to trigger any sort of response. A response which he normally didn't quite appreciate.

" Alright, Harry, we're here, I'll take you straight to Rick." I felt the car finally coming to a stop, followed by a door opening and an arm lifting me off the chair.

" No, no. No Rick, take me home."

" Harry, you need to get yourself checked out, you look like a fucking mess, it's bad."

" Jeez, aren't you a delight? Take me home, we'll get Zayn, and we'll handle this shit. Rick already has loads of patients he needs to take care of."

" Zayn? I think I'd rather deal with Rick than Zayn. I wasn't joking when I said he'd kill me."

" Yeah, well, I am sorry that I don't give a fuck right now. Home, Louis. Now."

" Dammit, alright. Hang in there." He fixed my posture, holding the arm surrounding his shoulder tight, as he guided us home. I barely managed to drag my legs behind us, attempting to breathe through my blocked, non-functioning nose. His own breathing was ragged, due to my heavy weight probably, as he huffed to release some of the tension. Moments later, I heard his foot colliding with a door several times before it opened.