It's been 3 days.

3 days of complete misery for them, 3 days of Harry refusing to go home, to sleep, he barely even ate anything.

Liam tried to be there as much as he could, so did Donya, but only one person could stay there and Harry wanted to be the one. The only time he would leave Zayn was when he wanted to take a quick shower in one of the private rooms.

It was so long since he even prayed, he usually didn't believe in praying, he would do everything himself, especially when Zayn left him, Harry was so angry at God, but at the moment he was so helpless that he crossed the line he drew for himself, he would cry and beg, but till this hour there was no mercy shown upon him.

"Harry, seriously, you need to go home," this was Liam who found Harry in the restroom trying to keep himself sane with splashing water to his face, "you will get sick,"

Harry chuckled, "this is not new to me, I'm okay," this was not new, alright, he was an insomniac before Zayn coming back, but that didn't mean he was okay.

"oh my God, the nerves, man you look like you could pass out any second," Liam particularly shouted, his face showed nothing but empathy though, "you haven't eaten anything since days, you haven't slept, you are obvious dehydrated!" Harry just huffed and closed his eyes and turned his back on Liam, he didn't have time for this.

"look at me Harry, this is getting out of hand!" he put his hand on Harry's shoulder to turn him around, there, again, nose bleeding.

"that's it, you are seeing a doctor,"

Harry just cleaned his nose with some cold water, "don't be dramatic, it's just a headache," he closed his eyes, "just don't make it worse," with that he left the restroom.

What could Liam do when Harry, a grown man, refused to take care of himself? Nothing, he was forced to watch his friend fade away. And that, that was killing him inside.

Every now and then a nurse would come to Harry to give him some advice, to make sure he has what he needs, but the thing is they couldn't provide the only thing he desired, the one thing he would give his everything to have back.

Liam stormed out of the restroom after some time to find Harry and knock some sense in his head when doctor Horan called him, saying it's a very important matter and he needs to see Liam alone.

It scared Liam.

Like, why would the doctor want to see him alone? It's defiantly bad news, something that Harry won't be able to face alone. Even the thought of what might happen was making Liam's blood run cold, he could feel sweat forming on his forehead as he knocked on the doctor's office.

"Mr. Payne, thanks for coming," the doctor gave Liam a weak smile, he could see how freaked out Liam looked.

"that's kinda scaring me, why alone?"

The doctor nodded in understanding, "I have news, it's not a good, nor a bad one, I know how Mr. Styles.... Have coping problems, I see how he refuses to look at the issues, he is not dealing with what's on his plate and I didn't want to add more to it. Not before I prepared him."

The look on Liam's face showed nothing but horror, he felt the color leaving his face, "can you like- just tell me what happened?"

"We might have a transplant case for Mr. sty- well Zayn style- Imma just call him Zayn-"

"that's great! Why-"

Doctor Horan had to cut his words, "there is a problem, I said we might have a case, the thing is, we have a young gentleman who's been in an accident and well, his brain damage is too major, he is officially....dead and we are just keeping his heart pumping with machines, and I should have not told you all of these, but his parent, well his mom, Mrs. Archer, is not accepting the donation," niall stayed silent for a couple of seconds, knowing how he shouldn't have told Liam all of these, but he knows there is a way to save at least one of them, "she is not accepting that her son is gone,"

Liam closed his eyes, "it's understandable," he looked disappointed, why would the doctor tell him all of these?

"We need to arrange something, don't tell Harry anything,"

When Liam walked out of the doctor's office Harry was standing outside, looking betrayed, "what were you doing in there?"

Liam rolled his eyes, he didn't have to lie though, "doctor Horan told me how if you don't eat anything today he will take the matter in his hands,"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"if you eat the food I buy you, you won't have to find out," Liam said, crossing his arms over his chest, he was shorter than Harry but defiantly buffer, "you don't scare me, Liam," Harry rolled his eyes and walked away, he didn't want to eat, eating felt like a sin, he felt guilty thinking about food, he felt guilty closing his eyes to sleep, he didn't want to be comfortable, not now.

As Liam watched Harry walking away from him, he called the doctor, "it worked." The smirk of victory on Liam's face was unavoidable.

It was about an hour after Harry left Liam, he was minding his own business, sitting on a bench in the waiting room again, watching people get good news and well, some bad news, it was like he was trying to figure out how to react, he was watching how some people cope with pain, he was trying to learn.

But then he was disturbed by a nurse who had some stuff with her, like a blood pressure monitor, "I need to examine you, sir," there was a buff nurse dude next to her, who he assumed was there to keep Harry in place.

Harry let her do her job, assuming that it was something random they needed to do, "why though?"

"doctor Horan's orders," that's when it clicked, this was the doctor 'taking the matter into his hands' there was nothing they could do to make him leave though, it would not happen.

"When was the last time you slept sir, or eat anything or drank?" she knew by the look of Harry that he might just pass out any second.

Harry thought about it, "I- I don't know,"

"Alright sir, your blood pressure is too low, and by the examination, you need to come with me, you need an IV."

"I'm not moving from here," Harry was determined, he wanted to be around if something happened. When something happened.

"I'm afraid I can't let you stay here, you need medical help right now," then she signed the guy next to her to assist Harry to the room they needed him to be.

but boy he struggled, "let go of me!" he made a huge scene in the waiting room, moving like a fish in the guy's grip, though he was too weak to fight more than a couple of seconds, he felt his knees give out, a mixed feeling of nausea and stress, and the second after everything went black.

His whole body felt heavy when he forced his eyelid open, everything in him was screaming at him to stay still, rest a little, but his mind? His mind was punching him to run to Zayn, he knew he wasn't close to him anymore and it hurt him too much.

He tried to talk, he tried to move, first, his mouth was dry, and second, he was cuffed to the bed, why? Cause everyone knew he would run back to Zayn the second he wakes up.

"hey, son. Are you alright?" there was a woman, in her 50s maybe, who was laying on a bed next to Harry, like him with an IV attached to her, "don't worry, they'll let you go when the IV is finished," she weakly smiled, Harry blankly stared at her, "oh I'm Mrs. Archer by the way."

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Hey guys, sorry for the late update, it was hard writing this one, i know where I'm going but I'm not sure how.... if that makes any sense.

Hope you enjoyed.
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