What a feeling

What a feeling (Part 6)

"Harry?" Niall squinted into the shining light that was coming at him through his tunnel vision.. He was sure his long haired friend was standing at the end of it, as tall and as glowing as ever.. The sight had Niall reaching out, his fingers curling and clicking in a way that made him lower his arm almost instantly.

"H-He's awake!"

Niall flinched and groaned when someone's words may as well of been bellowed into his ear, and he cringed away as the increasing brightness started to overwhelm his senses.

"He's awake! Zee, get the nurse!"

This time, Niall could identify the voice via the pitch that it was ringing in. "L-Lou? S'that you?" He whined softly as he listened to the pad of Louis' feet crossing the linoleum, then all of a sudden there were soft cool hands on his face, pressing to his brow.

"Hi.. Hi my darling." Louis was cooing in that singsong tone reserved only for puppies, baby's, and of course.. him. "It's okay, you're okay. You gave us quite a fright, hm?" Louis had Nialls cheeks under his gentle caress, and he peered over his shoulder as the doctor and nurse came in to crowd the bed as well.

"Here Niall.." The snap of a coated mans fingers struck Niall from his confusion, and he blinked a few times as he tried to follow a pocket torch with his gaze.

"Attaboy. Looking much better than when you came in two days ago, hm?" The doctor smiled at him once, before turning to the nurse and murmuring a set of instructions that she had clearly already been ready to fulfil. Niall frowned as he looked around the room, setting his blue orbs upon Louis, and then Zayn, and then back to Louis. "T-Two days?" He barely knew where he was, let alone how long he'd been here! "Wait.. What.. Whats wrong with me? Why have I been here for two days??" He thought in all honesty, he felt much better, and he could hardly remember how sick he'd been just 48 hours ago!

Zayn and Louis exchanged a knowing look, which led to the slightly younger lads approach, and Niall couldn't help but sniffle as Zayn took his hand gently, kissing the back of it like he meant it. "Babe, you haven't been well at all. You were out for two days because your body didn't have the energy to wake! They popped you on a feed tube and a fluid iv to get you hydrated and nourished again." Zayn smiled sadly as he reached out to stroke Nialls blonde fringe from his flushed face. "Don't freak out, but the days and days of vomiting had torn your oesophagus, and you may of.. well.. thrown up blood all over me in the car on Wednesday." He bit his lip as Nialls eyes widened, and Louis was quick to come swat the back of Zayns head. "Don't make him feel bad! It was hardly his fault!" Louis shoved his way in so he could lean down and peck Nialls cheek. "The good thing is, they're treating the bacteria that's given you this sickness with antibiotics, and you should be feeling brand new as soon as next week!" Louis chirped, straightening up and broadening his shoulders, looking much like a proud parent would.

"That's IF he promises to rest and retreat for the next five days. No exceptions! And plenty of good food and water is crucial!" The doctor rose his brow and made sure to meet each of their gazes, and Louis nodded quickly, promising he'd personally tie Niall down to the bed frame if it came to it!

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After all Nialls observations and vitals had been taken, they were all left alone, and Zayn was sitting as close to his younger friends side as humanely possible, helping him sip slowly at a cup of ice lemonade.

"Wait.. I swear I saw Harry when I woke up earlier." Niall mumbled, his voice still hoarse from how little he'd used it the past week.

"No babe, I think that was the nurse." Louis chuckled, glad Harry wasn't here to defend himself.