Everything since yesterday seems to slowly spiral back to normal, not seeming so fast forward and chaotic. Louis no longer feels as if he's running through time faster than his mind can process anything. Actually, it feels quite the opposite now. Everything kind of seems to go back to the way things were when Harry had left their place. It seems like time is now dragging and every second feels like a passing hour.

Life seems to take forever with Louis whenever Harry is not around. Harry always made it fun and exhilarating to the point that time never even existed with them. They took Harry into surgery a couple hours past when he wasn't responding properly to the test they ran on his head. The doctors noticed a contusion on the side of his brain that can lead to some internal bleeding or increased brain pressure, and the doctors need to remove this just in case the injury escalates.

Besides his head injury, he has a big gash across his forehead that needed stitches. His right arm had popped out of socket with a fractured wrist. His legs were all scratched and bruised from hitting the dashboard and shards of glass slicing him. And his left ankle had some swelling issues. And his lungs collapsed.

The doctors had to insert a needle into his chest around the collapsed lungs and suction up the air through the syringe. Once those were filled back up they had to keep an eye on him to make sure his breathing wasn't irregular. And this was all Louis was told from the start. He cannot even bare to know more that they will tell him from the rest of the x rays Harry had to get.

"Mr. Tomlinson?" The nurses voice speaks out. She walks more in to the waiting room, and Louis stands from the seat to join her in the middle. "I have more information concerning Harry Styles."

Louis' eyes blink rapidly and his hands become sweaty. Louis twines his fingers nervously together and gulps, "Yeah. O-Okay sure."

She offers Louis a small smile and gestures them towards a couch in the corner. Louis follows her hesitantly and shakily takes his seat next to her. Louis lays his phone on his lap and starts rapidly tapping the back of it while anxiously bouncing his leg.

Louis had called Anne the minute he reached the hospital yesterday. There wasn't much Louis could tell because they would not let him see Harry until he ran all his test and they could get an IV in him. They were in America at the moment so Anne got the first flight out to London with Gemma and Robin. Louis only hopes they are on the way because it's frightening being here all by himself.

"We took a look at his arm again just to make sure because sometimes bones do shift. But it was still out of socket so we can easily fix that with no surgery. The worst from this is just soreness and a very tight feeling," The nurse begins, and okay this isn't such a bad start Louis' thinking.

Then her eyebrows furrow a little bit, her hands tightening on the clipboard she holds, "The seatbelt did get him good though. The top layer of his skin was shaved off around his stomach and a little bit on his neck. And the one that does have us a little concerned is a laceration on his liver. This caused internal bleeding which can be critical if not heal in appropriate time."

Louis' eyes widen right away, "What's appropriate time?"

The nurse offers a smile, "Usually those heal within a few days, so well keep a look out. Okay, and lastly once we filled the air back in his lungs, we put him on an oxygen mask to help with the flow of his breathing."

Louis takes in a very shaky breath and keeps his eyes trained to the floor. His heart is thumping harshly against his chest and his stomach keeps twisting in an uneasy way. Louis just honestly wishes someone would show up already to help him through this.

Louis is usually pretty strong and can hold his ground, but Louis feels like he's on the verge of breaking. Louis feels as if he failed Harry. Louis promised to always protect Harry, and here he is right now in the hospital. And although Harry does make Louis stronger, sometimes he can be his weakness.

"Will...Will he be ok?" Louis asks hopefully. Louis thinks the Nurse kind of knew where his question was leading towards because she gave him a sigh.

"We have no further indication on that. We took him into surgery to remove the contusion, and injuries like this could cause some damage to his cognitive or physical behaviors," She eases slowly, watching Louis' face intently, "Not only that, but his brain pressure is super high right now. We will run some test once he is out surgery to see how his brain responds. But with that, it's up to his body. Brain injuries are very crucial, and people respond differently."

Louis' breathing picks up just a little bit, and he turns towards her, "B-but there is a possibility that this could like... He could not wake up?" Louis feels tears in his eyes again as his leg starts to bounce more erratically . He cannot even dare to think of a life completely without Harry. In every world or universe he imagines, Harry is always with him to the end.

"Mr. Tomlinson, I assure you we have the best staff working with Harry right now. We will do whatever we can to make sure he wakes up," The nurse states determined, offering Louis another smile, "We will give him medicine and drain any extra fluid or bleeding that's around his brain to help it go down. We think it's cause of the contusion, so we will see when we remove it."

Louis lets out a huff and gives her a curt nod. It's not a complete confirmation that Harry is okay, but it is enough to settle the worry in Louis' stomach. As long as these people are doing whatever they can for Louis' boy, he has nothing else to do but to simply wait. The nurse then stands up and pats down her scrubs. She holds the clipboard close to her chest and looks past the other end in the waiting room. "Are those people for Harry?" She questions.

Louis look up from his trained spot on the floor and sees Gemma, Robin and Anne standing frantic at the other end of the room. Louis sighs heavily and stands up to go meet them. "Oh, Louis, dear," Anne coos right away. The minute Louis gets close enough, she wraps him in a big hug. She pulls him close to her chest, and just the mother instinct inside her completely wraps around Louis.

That is when Louis finally cracks and breaks down into horrid sobs. Just being in the comfort of the person who gave Harry life to this world makes him feel pain in more ways than one. She's a mother who has to go through her son being in critical condition. That is what makes him cry the most.

"Shh it's okay, baby," she whispers against Louis' ear.

Louis lets out a pathetic whimper and nuzzles his head deeper in her chest as he feels Robin and Gemma walk closer to them. Robin places his hand on Louis' back and soothes his spine by gently rubbing his hand up and down.

Gemma sighs sadly and crowds up against Louis' side. She reaches for his hand and squeezes tightly when Louis looks up at her, "I-I can't lose him."

"He's strong, Lou," Gemma squeezes his hand harder and wraps her free arm around Louis' back, "He can make it. I'm sure of it."

Louis presses his face back in to Anne's chest as he feels her pull him in tighter. Gemma sighs sadly and rests her head on Anne's shoulder while rubbing her thumb on Louis' hand. Louis has never felt so weak in his life having Harry's whole family right now surrounding him with comfort. He can't do this. Harry is his life. What does Louis have left if Harry isn't there with him anymore?

"Let's take a seat and wait until they call us in, yeah?" Robin then suggests, his hands coming off Louis' back, "Louis, let the boys know what's going on." They all take a seat by each other in the waiting room. Louis' free hand reaches for his phone to see all the missed calls and messages while his other hand clenches on to Anne for dear life.

Harry is in surgery right now. He has like a contusion and high brain pressure. Think it's time you and the boys come!

Yeah we are on our way now! Stay strong buddy! We love you Lou!xxxx

Louis stares at his phone for a bit and feels more tears prickling in his eyes. Louis brings his hands up and hastily wipes his eyes when a couple of tears had fallen down his cheek and landed on his phone. Louis has honestly never been much of a crier. Even when he won the little leagues for football, or the time he watched Marley and Me, or when he was a stupid and an adventurous child and always broke something. It was never in it for Louis to cry over stuff.

But Harry, Louis would cry over him for days. Especially if it meant that the last time he ever held him was going to be his last time ever holding him.

"Lou Bear," an all too familiar voice echoes through the quiet waiting room.

"Mummy?" Louis instantly turns his head at the voice and the name.

Louis' mum is walking closer to him with worried eyes from the front entrance, instantly jogging faster when she sees tears in Louis' eyes. "Come here, boo," she whispers. Louis givse her a fake, wet smile and stands up immediately to hug her. She begins rubbing his back and whispering sweet positive things in his ear as she guides Louis to a two seater chair, letting him cuddle up against her.

"I came as fast as I can. I'm so sorry, love," she mumbles against the side of Louis' head.

Louis shakes his head against her chest and grips her shirt harder, "Don't be sorry. I know it must've been tough to leave the girls."

"Well my baby boy needed me." She leans down and kisses his hair. It helps a little bit, but Louis still feels so empty and so scared. Everyone is scared. There isn't a word that can be spoken that can tear this strained air. What do you say when your beloved one's life is on the line? It is quiet, yet it somehow brings them all closer together. Gemma is cuddled up with her mum like Louis is with his own, and Robin is comforting Anne. They all hold hands and let the never ending silence fill the air until they can hear any further notice on Harry's status.

That's all they can do. Was wait. And waiting is exactly what they will do no matter how long it takes. Because no matter how long it takes for Harry to wake up, Louis will always wait for him.