"So much love, the more they buried"
- 'Don't Forget About Me' by Cloves
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"He's fine." Lucy states, her heartbeat hammering as she turns around to a very emotion filled Louis. His eyes dark as he was about to reach for her neck, to snap it between his fingers because she had failed him but he doesn't. He looks at her with wide eyes. His heart hammering in his chest.
"He's ok?" His voice comes out in a breath of relief instead of a question and Lucy nods, smiling softly up at him.
"He's not going to die? He said he felt fine the whole day but-" He stops talking when he looks at her expression of worry before his stomach drops. Thinking the worse as he takes in a shaky breath.
"What is it? What's wrong with him?" Louis demands in a low voice as she bites her lip. Debating on how she can put it that would make sense to Louis. In the end she sighs.
"Come here." She speaks, worry in her eyes. "I think you should see for yourself."
Louis gulps, blinking repeatedly as he nods. He follows Lucy over to her working station where test tubes of Harry's blood and a microscope to look at the cells in detail lay. Louis' eyes fall on the label "contaminant" on a test tube and he lets out a breath of relief.
It was red.
"There's nothing wrong. He doesn't have an ability.." Louis frowns at that slightly, knowing Harry would be disappointed at the news but it was better than green or pink and Louis would take it any day. He was happy with red.
"He's not going to die."
"Actually.." Louis turns to Lucy with confusion. His eyes hardening at her concerned face.
"His blood changed colour Louis. It changed to a milky white but just as I saw it, it was gone and his blood soured black." She tries to explain and Louis doesn't understand. His eyes portray this.
"But it's red, it's not black.." He whispers out. "You're telling me, Harry's dead right now-"
"No." She cuts him off firmly. "He's not dead. I put his contaminant under the microscope and looked at his tissues and.." She almost looks frightened as she looks at Louis.
"They were repairing themselves."
"W-what?" Louis steps back away from Lucy until his back brushes the wall of her small infirmary. He takes in a breath.
"Then." She continued. "His blood slowly began to change back to red. It hasn't changed since and that was two hours ago. I'm taking he's not dead but whatever he's not...alive either."
"You're trying to tell me he can't die?" Louis asks, coming away from the wall, looking curious. Maybe this was why I couldn't kill him before, if he's unable to die or is already dead... I gulp.
"He's not dead Lucy." I state and she nods.
"Yes I know but maybe he should be." Louis frowns at her but she continues. "All of the times he has come close to death-"
"I saved him from it. He has never come close to dying Lucy." Louis frowns at her.
"How do you know? You've never let him. He could've died in your arms and woke up the next morning, completely fine." She lets out a sigh.
"Maybe when you were healing him, you didn't need to. He was healing himself, slowly."
"I-" Louis blinks at her statement. "So he's like me? He can heal people?"
"No, just himself. His ability is rare and doesn't show up as often. Only when close to death." She takes in a breath as she looks at Louis, slightly shocked as she says the words.
"I think, I think he's immortal."
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Harry's POV
My hand clutches the pillow beside me and my eyes flutter open, only to realise Louis wasn't there beside me.
My heart sank as I push myself up into a sitting position, wiping the sleep from my eyes as I look around the room. My eyes adjust onto the chair and I frown when he's not there. I thought he had crawled over there during the night for some reason but maybe not.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and get up only to fall back down with a cry. I clutch the side of the bed when a stinging in my rear hits. Reminding me of our time together early. I bite my lip as I suppress a smile at the thought. He said he wasn't holding back and he didn't. He was overwhelming and gave me everything, at the start he was worried that I wasn't able for him. I told him I could take it.
As I wince, getting up on shaky legs I can't help but feel all of the pain now full force. I should've told him to go slow but I liked him taking control. I'd rather let him lose control with me and suffer for a day or two than turn him stiff during sex.
I limp over to the door, using it for balance as I whimper trying to put on my boots.
I was going to search for him. He was most likely in his office or with Lucy. I gulped. That's where he was. He was with her, the results from the tests should be done by now. I wish he would've woken me up.
I limp quickly down the hallway, making my way past his office and passed the living room. I'm about to pass the kitchen when I spot a figure standing at the backdoor looking out into the night with a cigarette in hand, he smokes peacefully and I frown at him.
"Louis?"
The man turns back, flicking out his cigarette and my eyes widen as I look down.
"Sorry, I thought you were-"
"Piss off." He mutters, a new cigarette between his teeth as he brings his lighter up, a flame sparking from it and it's only when I spot a bright yellow jacket on the back of the kitchen chair I realise he was a soldier, off duty apparently.
"Right." I breath out about to turn away while his eyes narrow up at me, a spark of recognition passing his face as he puffs his cigarette. Smoke lingering at the backdoor around him.
"Come here." He says, his cigarette at his side between his fingers, he taps it against the door and I frown. "You're looking for Louis eh?"
"No." I lie. My eyes hardening. My heart racing. "I just...thought you were him."
"You're Harry right?" He asks bringing his cigarette up to his mouth again and I freeze, turning my head back to him. His eyes intense as he gives me all of his attention.
"No." I say. "I get that a lot. I guess it's the hair."
He hums chuckling as he blows smoke out of his lungs. I watch the substance fill the air around him. I can almost smell the vile smoke from where I stand behind the table. He only a few feet away.