"Louis Tomlinson?"
"This is he" I responded, hopping up on the desk and making myself comfortable.
"It's Dr.Reed, I have news on Mr.&Mrs.Style's baby." I felt like a fish out of water as I tried to form words, my mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. I'd seen Harry and Cryssy so happy this week I'd nearly forgotten Dr.Creepy was trying to save their baby's life...okay maybe Dr.Creepy is a bit of a rude name. "Sir?"
"YEs! Sorry, sorry. How can I help you?" I responded wearily, gripping tightly to the edge of my desk as my feet swung off the side.
"Well, we've managed to slow the disease and maintain a stable status for now but I'm afraid the lungs of the child are severely undeveloped" the older man sighed. "We are trying our best to save him but, well I don't think we can.
