After an hour of no more incidents, Louis reluctantly laid the baby back down for a nap and retreated to Harrys office. He gave a knock then waltzed right in. "Ok. Im here."

Harry had, in the free hour, managed to catch up on most of the paperwork, and even get two chapters done of the book John insisted he wrote. He wasn't just a well known surgeon, but he was also one of the best diagnosticians in the world. Although that wasn't his designated title, he still had it. When he had first went to medical school, it was to study and learn the complex ways diagnosticians work, but after graduating from medical school, he did it all over again but this time to become a surgeon. Since the diagnosis title was still a fairly new title amongst the medical world, many people wanted to learn how they worked, how their brains thought and the gears rotated. So, he took advantage of it and began a medical novel that was to hit the shelves in the next year.

Looking up from his computer, Harry tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and waved Louis in. "How is he doing?" He asked, going back to typing on the computer. He wasn't busy, or didn't even need to focus on the screen, but he also didn't want to look at Louis. Responding to old emails was more appealing.

Before becoming a nurse was even a thought, Louis heard Harry's name. His aunt, before her passing, had studied under him and gushed nothing but good things about the man and if Louis didn't know she was happily married, hed have thought Harry and her were having an affair. He was prepared to meet the man and idolize him, but Harry's better-than-you attitude turned him off, though secretly he adored the man lusting after the way he looked and treated the younger patients.

"Good. He did vomit once after eating, but that was it. Went down for a nap nicely and he told me he loved pulling your hair and to come back so he can do it again." Louis giggled. Leaning back in a chair, he gave a wide yawn, pressing a hand to his mouth. He made a mental note to grab some coffee right after this. "So yeah, I'm going to go." He pointed over his shoulder at the door.

Harry's mouse hovered over the little red button to send the email, but at the last minute he decided to edit and revise it. Turns out that was a good idea because ninety percent of the writing was gibberish. Backspacing the entire email, Harry clicked the power off button on his motome and turned to look ar Louis. "I'm not helping you out because I like you. I'm helping you out so one day I can use the favor you owe me. That, and I have one condition to doing this, since I'm breaking a few rules by doing this for a "John Doe" patient," he suddenly blurted, the conversation quickly shifting from Jacob to Louis' possible tumor.

Figured. Harry wanted something to hold over his head to make sure Louis knew his place. He quit fiddling with the yarn bracelet around his petite wrist, a gift made especially for him by his five year old niece Adalynn. "First of all, you're not breaking rules. i never said i wanted you to do it for free, as money isn't an issue. Second, if you have me sign a form before the procedure, wouldn't that make it nice and legal?" Both feet went on the floor and he stared blue eyes into Harry's green ones. "Now i got a question. When did you want to do this?"

Harry's lips pursed and he nodded, knowing he had still won. "Yes, money isn't an issue, but do you want chatty Gabby, the Medical technician, to blab your test results around the hospital, if it is a cancerous growth?" Harry asked, both eyebrows raising. He glanced at the clock hanging above the small sofa in his office, seeing he had a little under three hours left. "What time are you scheduled to leave?" He glanced down at Louis, quickly having to look away when the image of him sucking a binki popped into his head. He's still only a child.... Not that that excuses his childish tendencies or the fact that he still relies on binkies and blankets to calm him down.

Damn. He had forgotten about the gossip-fueled technician. The two hated each other, especially since Gabby, which Louis agreed wholeheartedly that the name was perfect for the bitch, tried to start a rumor about him and his best mate at the hospital, Zayn. Zayn and Louis had relentlessly tried to qualm the rumors, but nothing worked so they were forced to go higher up and speak to the chief of staff. The two were now on Gabby's shitlist. Yawning again, Louis pulled his cell out to check the time, "15 minutes. It's a short shift for me."

Harry nodded and checked his schedule, groaning when he seen he was free. Today had been a long and boring day. "After you clock out, I can meet you in the clinic. It wasn't open today, since it was Sunday." Harry said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought over what he was about to do. It wasn't like this was the first time he was breaking a rule. He's broke more rules in his years at this hospital than lives he's saved, which honestly shouldn't reflect badly on the kind of person he was. But this was Louis. The same man that annoyed Harry with every breath he took, and was just generally a nuisance. Was he willing to risk his... Well, not job, but put a dent in his and John's already wavering trust for him if he did, by chance, get caught.

"Also, we need to discuss my condition," Harry piped up when Louis went to open his mouth. If Louis agreed to what he asked, then he had no problem doing this.

His stomach dropped when Harry said he had an opening today. Completely ignoring the groan, he brought a hand to his mouth to nibble on the skin again, desperately wanting to suck on the digit. "OK sure." He could already tell Harry was going to get irritated with him and hed end up being put to sleep. Louis doubted there was an employee of the hospital who hadn't broken a rule, save for the suck-ups and extremely boring people, and maybe the eager and young candystripers.

It was rare for Louis to crave a cigarette, but the upcoming procedure and the fact that it was going to be performed by Harry rattled him. He wouldn't call it anxiety, more like he freaked out before something important and needed an outlet for it. "Yeah?"

Reaching into his desk, Harry grabbed a stick of gum and popped it into his mouth. He too was craving a cigarette, but he smokes regularly. The only time he doesn't is at work, because patients don't tend to enjoy the smell of smoke. Spinning around in his chair so he faced the glass wall that overlooked the lake, Harry rested his elbows on the arms of his chair. The sun was lowering, with each passing second, and Harry felt his energy go along with it. He was tired and done with today.

"You will do scut work for the next two weeks, and fetch my lunch everyday in that time period. If you are off a day, it won't count. It only counts if you are here," Harry said, blowing a small bubble with the cinnamon flavored gum before he popped it with his finger.

"Fine. Can i go now?" He could hear the Marlboros calling his name from the car. The smell of cinnamon invaded his nostrils making him cringe. Cinnamon reminded him of an old teacher he hated, it turned him off and he wanted nothing more than to run now. When Harry gave him a nod, Louis sprinted for the time clock and punched out then ran through the corridor to the parking lot. Ripping open his car door, he went for the console where he stashed a nearly full pack of Menthol cigarettes and orange lighter. The first drag burned, his lungs were screaming but God did it taste good.

Harry arranged his desk so everything was back in order, then he, unknown to him, followed the same path Louis did. Tucked safely in his pocket was the key to the clinic, and when he reached the single door to find nobody was there, and all the lights were still off, he walked over to Louis' car, but was cautious so he didn't see anything he didn't want to. First thing he noticed was the heavenly stench of cigarette smoke, followed by the nearly overwhelming stench of the same strawberry scent that lingered on Louis.

"That will kill you," he said as he paused by the open door, hooking his arm over the top of it so his fingers brushed the inside glass. "What's the point in me trying to save your life, if you're going to just turn around and inhale all those harsh chemicals into your lungs?"

Seated inside his car, Louis had the seat pushed all the way back as he had an arm laid across his eyes and phone tucked under his chin, chatting away with a friend about their plans for tonight. "And you can stay over if you promise not to puke on my cat again. She was pretty pissed about needing a bath and clawed the fuck out of me."

The sudden voice made Louis yelp. His phone went clattering on the floorboards of the car and the cigarette rolled down the front of his tee shirt. "Fuck! Warn me next time." Reaching to grab the phone, he told the person he would call them later then set the device in the cupholder. "You were quick to chew that gum earlier, so you're either an ex smoker or current smoker, which makes you a hypocrite." Managing to get the cigarette out of his shirt, he let it fall to the cement and turned to lock his car. "It wasn't fifteen minutes was it?"

Harry chuckled under his breath at the shit show Louis' entire life was and leaned down to peak his head in the car. "Current. Bum me a smoke?" He asked, eyeing the pack. Just from the color he could tell they were menthol, and while they weren't his go to brand, he didn't care. A niccy fix was a niccy fix, he wouldn't complain. He knew he should quit smoking, and his niece has asked him to countless times, but it was a nasty habit he just couldn't drop. He started it because he was stressed, then promised he'd stop when some of the stress in his life disappeared, but he realized a few years ago his entire life was just a rubber band ball made entirely out of stress bands that were on the verge of snapping. Quitting was out of the question.

Sighing like it was some huge chore, Louis slid a cigarette from the pack and held it up to Harry's lips, trying to stop himself from staring too long at them. Since he didn't get to finish his last one, Louis lit himself a new one. He re-locked the vehicle then hung the key ring around his finger, swirling it so metal banged against metal as he smoked and kept himself entertained.

Despite always having a clever retort to whatever Harry said and vice versa, standing in the parking lot alone with him was extremely awkward. He didn't know if he should start up a conversation or just remain quiet.

The buzz first started in Harry's brain, then it slowly slithered through his veins and created a nice buzzing sensation beneath his skin. He hasn't had a cigarette for almost eight hours, and he decided there and then he would start smoking at work and just remember to bring an extra pair of scrubs. Going this long without a fix was too long.

He was already halfway done with his stoge when he turned to face Louis, the white stick dangling from his lips and creating a grey curtain of smoke that hid his face."How's your boyfriend Zack?" He asked, just making casual conversation and purposely getting the airheads name wrong just to irritate Louis. He knew the oncologist wasn't romantically interested in Louis, considering he seen him making out with that brown haired jackass Liam in the supply closet once. He didn't understand what the two found in each other. Their jobs were the complete opposite of each other's. While Zayn was fighting to save lives, Liam was the morgue guy who spent his day cleaning up all the victims who trusted the idiot doctor with their lives. It truly was a pity.

Zack? It took a few minutes for Louis to figure out he meant Zayn. "Zayn Is fine. I'm absolutely happy that he found someone, but also jealous because I'm waiting for that. I find out in a couple months who I'm going to be paired with, so yeah." There'd actually only been two ex boyfriends in his life, neither one kept in contact with him, so he didn't bother making an effort. If they wanted him, they knew where he worked and his cell number. He never changed it.

Finishing the smoke, he crushed it out with the heel of his sneaker then raised both arms to stretch, feeling his spine snap and crackle. "Are we ready?"

Harry bit the inside of his cheek and just took a drag off his cigarette, feeling as the smoke clouded his lungs. He slowly exhaled it, fingers twirling around the cool metal key in his pocket, but then his asshole side took over and he just felt the need to cause some problems. "Zack just got married to his wife, yeah?" Harry asked, though he already knew the answer so he didn't even bother to wait for Louis to respond. "I'm wondering how his wife feels knowing her husband is doing the backwards doggy in the supply closet. Does he go cuckoo for her coco nuts, too, or does he just prefer lapping at the ones between Liam's legs?" Harry smirked behind his hand and dropped the cigarette to the ground, then crushed it with the heel of his black leather shoes, completely ignoring the question Louis asked him.

"Pretty sure the wife is doing Stella, as in that surgical nurse who feels the need to cake herself in makeup and bathe in cheap perfume samples. i can't go near her or my throat closes up and i have an attack like i did this morning." Louis gave Harry a look. Sure Harry had gotten him an inhaler, but then the surgeon had abandoned him. "And Stella is sucking off that big black janitor that reminds me Mr. Clean, which is fitting because he cleans?" There was a huge laundry list if affairs going on at the hospital, Louis wasn't involved in any of them, but he was in the know about them. "Last i heard, you and that Ashton and Luke guy were menege a trois-ing it in the OR during the quiet hours. Rumor has it you three get high off the anesthesia and go at it."

Harry glared at Louis and turned so he was facing the hospital doors. He leaned back against the car and crossed his arms over his chest, not at all amused about the rumors he was involved in. Turns out, he was the center of the gossip pool. If he wasn't fucking someone one minute, he was out fucking three other people. "Ashton is too big of a pansy, and I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot fucking pole, but Luke was a nice fuck. He gave good head. As for the anesthesia shit, why the hell would I do that? Pot works well enough, I don't need some criminal charges to spice up my resume," Harry said, wanting the entire conversation to just disappear. It was more fun when he was the one picking on Louis. Bring up his little kink.

"Excuse you, but Ashton is gorgeous. i wouldn't mind letting him fuck me senseless." Louis gave a shrug. Peering at the phone, he noted the time wanting to change the topic before the green eyed monster made an appearance and Louis made a comment he would rather not make. "I have plans tonight so if we are going to do the biopsy, could we? I still need to shower and shit." And manscape, but again, no speaking that out loud, but Louis kept himself nicely maintained. "And you? Do pot? No way...Mr. Uptight Dick? I might might have to see this one day."

Harry pushed up off the car, and visibly struggled swallowing around the bile of vomit lodged in his throat. Ashton was anything but gorgeous, and Harry's opinion on him had nothing to do with the fact that he was Ashton's go to doctor and had treated the man for many stds before. "No more chitchatting. Let's go get this done," Harry said, acting like the comment on him being uptight didn't even reach his ears. He was only strict at work. Outside of work, you would hardly recognize him.

Walking away from Louis, Harry began to whistle a soft tune under his breath, lips puckered in a perfect O. He fished the key out of his pocket and unlocked the clinic doors, nose wrinkling as the stale cleaner reached his nose. He hated even stepping foot in the clinic, even if it was his idea to open it those many years ago.

Curiously watching the doctor's adam's apple bobbing up and down, Louis waited for Harry to speak. What came out, louis suspected, wasn't what he originally planned to say. "Wow. Pretty sure i just suggested that." He said quietly. Now was not the time to argue, Louis' tight schedule for the rest of the night was in jeopardy and he didn't want to waste any valuable clubbing time.

Louis' face mirrored Harry's when the smell hit him. Yuck. He was glad to have chosen a job in the hospital instead of being forced to inhale the sterile odor all day and imagining his clothes and hair holding the smell, too. "I...can keep my own clothes on right?" He followed Harry to one of the rooms and leaned against the wall. Even though he'd seen plenty of biopsies himself, Louis' mind decided to blank out at the moment and all that came out were stupid questions that he should know the answer to, but his nerves were once again kicking in and his fingers were twitching. "I- gotta get out of here!" Without warning, Louis turned to run out the room, forgetting exactly which was was out and ending up in a wrong turn. What the HELL was he doing? Freaking the fuck out and in front of his gorgeous boss and maybe his crush, the last he wouldn't admit out loud. Louis reached a hand up and pulled at his hair, sighing loudly. "FUuuuuuuuuck!"

Harry was thrown back into the days of his high school years when he walked through the vacant hallways in the dark clinic. He was no longer surrounded by beds or curtains, but lockers and prom posters. A can of spray paint was strapped to his waist and a joint hanged from his lips, making a trail of smoke rise to the ceiling. He was alone in here, with nobody but the lonely bugs sitting in the light fixtures to keep him company.

But just as quickly as the memory came, it disappeared as Louis' scream broke through his reverie, shattering the lockers and image and making it crumble to the ground. "Turn the fuck around and get your ass back in here. Shove your fucking thumb in your mouth and lay on the damn bed. Don't worry, princess, your virtue will remain in tact. I'm not here to pop your cherry. I'm here to see if you have damn cancer, now lay down before I change my mind and leave," Harry barked, not even realizing what he was saying until after he said it. All well. He only said things Louis needed to hear to get him to sit the fuck down. He's a little. Get him in a headspace, make him think you're his caregiver. No thanks.

A loud gasp came out of Louis the moment Harry told him to shove his thumb in his mouth. He'd seen him? All those times? How many times was it? Fuck, he was screwed now. Gaping at Harry he let tears fill his eyes and shook his head. He walked back to the room and sat down on the bed, wiping at his face as he sniffled quietly and started playing with the bracelet. That was another thing Harry was probably going to hold above his head, Louis would be doing favors for the man long after he was old and gray, probably even while Harry was chilling in a box underground.

Finally getting the courage to look up at Harry he chewed on his lower lip, still fidgeting with the bracelet and now his leg was starting to bounce up and down. He was feeling the effects of his little space, his thumb wanting to go into his mouth and the urge to full out sob was getting worse. He stilled his leg for second to shift on the bed and get comfortable, then shifted again, a small whine escaping when, like a child, he couldn't keep still and wanted to be let loose and run. "Da...Harry, when are you going to start? I need...there's a party tonight, or no, clubbing, something like that that I need to do." Louis' voice had taken on an even higher tone, eyes almost brighter as he took on a sort of childish persona. "Please? Can we start! I just got something to go!" He repeated again, like a child would do, trying to make his tone sound pleading, if not, a little bit annoying.

Harry stared at Louis for a second, a little weirder out, but then shook off the knowledge he had of the younger boy and instead viewed him as a young child. Opening the bottom cupboard, Harry pulled out a red lollipop and held it between his two fingers as he pulled out a new needle, a pair of gloves, sterilizing spray, and a clear tube. "I will give you this lollipop after the procedure, if you are good," he said, knowing the sugary cavity caused would tempt the "little" one into behaving.

Bright eyes followed the lollipop as Harry set it on the counter, and a small whine broke the silence in the room. "Nope, none of that. Take your shirt off and lay on your side with your arm above your head," he ordered, having enough knowledge from Scarlette to know people like Louis responded well to commands. As he waited for him to do that, Harry opened the drawer and grabbed a vile of numbing stuff and drew enough in a new needle to inject in Louis' armpit to numb it.

The bright candy made Louis' eyes lit up, literally. HE cooed at the promise of getting a treat and pulled the shirt off his head, or attempted to, his small version was only two years old and klutzy at what he did. Babbling, he got one arm out of the shirt, the other barely hanging in the sleeve. Laying down on his side, he puts his thumb in his mouth and let his arm move over his head at an awkward angle as Louis wasn't thst coordinated and realized he had two thumbs. His blue eyes went to look at Harry's for confirmation that what he did was a good job.

Eventually, Louis started fidgeting again. His face scrunched up and he let out a sneeze. Holding head up, Louis took in the surroundings, putting together that he was in a medical building and what Harry was wearing was doctor clothes, "Docta?" Louis asked, a finger going out to point at Harry. He was in a young enough space to not get stressed out about doctors, he didn't know what shots were. "Me owie?"

Harry watched Louis, completely amazed that the sassy, asshole just disappeared in front of his eyes and in his place was now a young, innocent boy who needed praises and reassurance. "Yes, doctor," Harry said, his thumbs jerking towards his chest. He walked over to the edge of the bed and glanced down at the pale skin beneath Louis' armpit, not at all surprised to see it was hairless. A prominent lump stuck out against the skin, and Harry tentatively brushed his fingers over it before lightly poking over the skin around it.

"I'm going to give you a shot, don't move," he instructed Louis, one hand going to rest on the ribs that were very prominent while the other hand held up the needle. He had already cleaned the area and put on his gloves when Louis had been looking around.

A little, being asked not to move, was like asking a snowflake not to fall on the ground. Louis gave a questioning noise and tried to lift head to see what this 'shot' business was about. He didn't move when Harry had been prodding the lump earlier, it didn't really feel tender, it was just annoying and felt out of place. "Docta!" Louis repeated, proud of himself for knowing and giving a clap, or trying to as his thumb was still in his mouth. He settled for a half clap and gave a light hearted giggle then reached his unoccupied hand out to grab for the long strands of hair dusting the shoulders of Harry's dark purple scrubs. "Boy docta..hair..."

His eyes got wide when the needle got in his line of sight. So that's what a needle was? Babbling aloud, Louis kept a steady eye on the needle then looked at the man called Harry, the one he'd almost called daddy earlier. His headspace was getting deeper and Louis really wanted a pacifier right now, his thumb wasn't cutting it.

Harry gently swatted Louis' hands away and for a second, he got irritated. But then he was reminded this wasn't Louis. The stranger had his face, and sounded like him, but it wasn't Louis. "If I give you your sucker, will you let me give you your shot?" He asked, which earned him an eager nod and a few giggles. Rolling his eyes, Harry brushed his hair over his shoulder and grabbed the sucker before he handed it to Louis.

The boy, now content with his sucker, drifted off into his own mind and Harry was quickly able to give him the shot to numb his armpit. Aside from a small whimper, Louis didn't really even react. As that was numbing him, Harry discarded the needle and opened a new one, then set it and the tube on the table next to the bed. "Hold still, Louis, okay?"

The prize was his! Louis squealed when he received the sucker and jammed the whole thing in his mouth, earning himself a gag and a cough. Last thing he needed was to choke himself with candy. Babbling around the sucker, he sucked hard on it, red colored spit rolling down his chin and to his white tee shirt staining it red, along with getting his fingers a sticky mess. Pulling it from his mouth, he gave a little 'ah' noise as he waved the candy high above his head then shoved it into his mouth again, giggling as he crunched down on it.

Louis, distracted by the candy, gave a nod. The pinch of the first needle had barely registered on his radar. He gave a slight yawn when the sucker had all bit one piece left on it, the rest chewed up and swallowed in the little boy's belly. "Sleepy..daddy," Louis murmured. He reached a sticky hand out for Harry, the need to be cuddled and rocked for a nap was strong, and he would fight whoever denied him it. As his older counterpart had a sassy attitude, two year old Louis had a wily spirit and could have a complete melt down over absolutely nothing at all.

The name had Harry freezing, the 14g hollow needle held in mid air. Daddy? Hell nah, he didn't sign up for this. Swallowing back the first things that came to mind, Harry grabbed a stuffed bear off the counter and handed it to Louis. "There, touch that," and keep your sticky hands away from me. He didn't know why he even agreed to let Louis go into his headspace in the first place. He hated it when Scarlette did, and he was fucking the chick. He got literally nothing pleasing out of this.

A prominent frown crossed Louis' face when the man held out the teddy bear to him. He took it, with a look of disgust before chucking it across the room and giving a low whimper. "No, want you, daddy." Louis clenched his fist and ground teeth together before letting out a loud wail. He hated that the man, who he was believing to be his daddy, was denying him cuddles. "Need..daddy" Louis gasped out. The melt down that was just starting up was making his asthma kick in and he gave a cough, trying to get his point across without breakign into a fit. "Want daddy! Peas! I good boy!" Blue eyes were filled with tears as he gave a sniffle and tried to catch his breath, the wheeze apparent in his chest.

Not wanting to hold still any longer, Louis moved to push himself onto a sitting up position so he could climb off the bed. His sticky fingers were getting everything dirty, the blankets on the bed and the railing that secured the patient in was all spotty with fingerprints. Realizing he still had the sucker stick, he tried to chuck that too, only for it to stick to his fingers and end up falling onto his pants. "Yucky..."

Harry set the needle on the tray and literally turned around and walked out of the room. He couldn't do the crying and the screaming. He went behind the desk, frantic and just wanting it to shut up, and dug for a remote in the cluttered drawer. When he found one that matched the bedroom number, he grabbed it and the movie Trolls, then walked into the room to find Louis stripping from his pants.

"No! Louis, bad!" Harry said, shielding his eyes. He ended up tripping over the end of the bed and stumbling a few feet, but caught himself on the windowsill. "Put your pants back on and sit down now. I have a movie for you to watch," Harry said, lifting up the colorful case. He popped open the DVD player and put the movie in it, then stepped back and turned on the tv, trying hard to keep his eyes on the things in front of him rather than the half naked child thing behind him.

Little Louis thought daddy was abandoning him, making the poor boy scream louder. His cries were getting hoarser and hoarser as the asthma kicked in fully. Sniffling, he got his pants off, with his next move being to crawl from the bed and attempt to find his daddy. "Daddy!" Louis wailed. He managed to get himself halfway stuck on the bed and was flailing to get himself loose and on solid ground.

When Harry returned, Louis made grabby hands for him, only pausing to let out a loud giggle when the funny man stumbled around the room. At the mention of a movie, Louis perked up and wiggled his foot, getting out of its trap and setting feet on the floor. "Moo-me?" The colors and lights on the screen made Louis turn to face the television, eyes wide and mouth open in an o. When the first troll popped up on the screen, Louis whimpred and gave a scream, ducking under the bed for cover from the scary thing on the television. He did NOT like that.!

Harry flinched at the loud scream and fumbled with the remote, long fingers pressing random buttons until he managed to skip the scene. Now Poppy was on the screen, the little pink thing looking far too happy. He didn't understand this movie at all. How could these things remain so happy and positive when their lives were literally on the line. "Look, Louis," Harry said softly, just trying to coax him. He would have to clean the entire under his armpit again and that was going to be a struggle and a half. "No more bad things. Come out and watch, look, they're nice,"

A bug had crawled under the bed with Louis and he was cooing at it. Face down to the floor to watch it carefully. When it crawled back out, Louis naturally followed, managing to run into Harry as the bug went under the door and back to his home, or so Louis' little mind thought. Grunting when his head met Harry's leg, he bounced back onto his behind and gave him a glare, babbling as he looked to the television, "Poppy!" Even he knew who the Troll was, he did have younger nieces after all. "Poppy!" Louis gave a louder screech and walked to the corner the tv was mounted and stood under it, chewing on his finger. "Daddy...Poppy!" He pointed his non being chewed on finger up at the screen, excitedly then ran over to Harry.

Harry sidestepped the over excited boy and managed to wrestle him on the bed. Sweat soaked his forehead by the time he got Louis onto his side with his arm above his head, a small blanket hugged to the boys chest to help keep him calm. "I am going to give you so much shit for this, Tomlinson," Harry mumbled to himself as he pulled out his phone and quickly took a picture of the small boy curled up on the bed, thumb shoved in his mouth, blanket held against his chest and bright eyes focused on the TV.

He took the advantage of the moment and quickly cleaned the area, then counted to three before he grabbed the needle and gently shoved it directly into the lump to get a tissue sample. Louis didn't react until Harry was already putting the needle into the plastic tube he had got. "Hop of it, Louis," Harry said to the now screaming nurse. "You're fine, and I'm done," he tucked the tube into his pocket, cap in place, and cleaned up the mess of wrappers and empty vials and bottles. That wasn't so hard, now was it? Yeah, and it wasn't hard to bone Jesse on prom night.

Blinking rapidly, Louis felt himself coming out of his little mind space. He sat up on the hospital bed and gave Harry a weird look. "The hell just happened?" The blanket was too hot so he pushed it off his body, immediately turning red when he saw he was without pants. "Care to explain why I'm half naked?" Clambering out of the bed, he noted the bandage under his arm, tracing it with his fingers. At least he didn't feel the biopsy, Louis thought as he pulled his scrub pants back on. Next he grabbed for the white tee shirt, making a face when he saw the red stain on it. "Ew...the hell is that?"

Ducking head when he saw Trolls was on the television, he was going to seriously question Harry's mentality, even though he was pretty sure he had gone into his mind space, he just didn't want to mention it right now. "Um, thanks and I need to go." Louis balled the shirt in his hand and headed for the door feeling like he was doing the walk of shame.

"You're forgetting your sucker," Harry called after him, grinning widely. He find it amusing that Louis was looking at him like he was the one who just took on the mentality of a two year old, not the other way around. He wasn't going to judge him, though. To each their own. If he enjoyed making himself believe he is a child who still needs to wear diapers, then more power to him. He can shit himself on his own time.

Holding up a purple lolly pop this time, Harry twirled it between his fingers and stuck his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "Try not to slobber all over yourself this time, and wipe your sticky hands everywhere,"

The purple candy looked appealing as grape was his absolute favorite flavor, but he didn't want to give Harry the satisfaction. He gave a scoff and turned his nose up, "The only thing I'll be sucking on is some random guy later tonight." He gave the doctor a wink as he headed out into the parking lot once again. He was jonesing for something to drink and he had just the thing in his car.

As a nurse, he shouldn't promote drinking and driving, but je also believed people will do whatever their little hearts desired. So if you can't best them, then join them, wasn't that how the saying went? Chuckling to himself, he sat in his car with a smoke in one hand and a tiny bottle of Kinky Blue in the other.

Harry watched Louis walk away, then shrugged and popped the sucker into his mouth. "Fucking idiot and his need to tell me things I don't want nor need to know," Harry mumbled to himself as he turned off the tv, then walked out of the clinic and locked the doors behind him. He could see the steady line of the polluting smoke leave Louis' still parked car, but he was done with Tomlinson and his idiocy today, so he walked into the hospital and went straight down to the lab.

"I have a John Doe patient with a lump," Harry said to the woman with ink black hair that sat behind the counter. "Here's the sample, and I need a rush on it," he leaned against the counter and passed the woman the small vile through the opening in the window, then winked at her as he pulled the sucker from his mouth and twirled it around in his fingers before putting the stick between his teeth and biting down.

"Yes, Dr. Styles. Your results should be ready in fifteen minutes," Gabby said, giggling as she batted her clumpy eyelashes. She was one of the many in this hospital who were not immune to Harry Styles or his charm. One grin from the arrogant doctor and they'd be a pile of jello at his feet.