Broken and Sick

Ch.4

Liams POV

I was currently in bed with Niall sleeping right beside me, then all of a sudden I felt something very warm rub against me while I was a bit awake in bed. I thought that it was Niall's hot water bag, so I rolled over and touched what source of heat I was feeling. But as soon as I touched the heat I realized that it was indeed Niall himself causing the warmth.

I looked over my chest and I saw Niall sweating like crazy and he had his face scrunched up in pain while breathing heavily. I quickly ran to get the thermometer and a cold rag but on my way I ran into Zayn and we both fell within seconds.

“Oh my god, Li what’s gotten into you?” Zayn asked helping me up along with himself.

“Can’t talk. Niall’s not ok, im getting the thermometer.” I said running to the bathroom. As soon as I got there, I realized the thermometer was in Nialls room and I quickly ran back to Nialls room realizing it was already were I was. I ran to go take Niall’s temperature and it was 102.9 which was very high for a f ever.

“Zayn, call a doctor please!” I yelled. That seemed to have woken up every single other lad in the house and soon they all came running in wondering what the hell I was doing, but I told them to look at Niall’s condition.

Their mouths instantly dropped in awe and they ran to Nialls trying to wake him up which was a bad idea. Niall needed to sleep as much as he could and waking him up would just make him aware of how much pain his stomach was in. I swore to god we could all feel Nialls heat and we were barely even touching him. Nialls sweat was even dripping off my shirt from in bed.

“Niall. Look at me if you can hear me.” Louis said shaking him. Niall then slowly turned around trying to keep himself in one piece and he looked up at Louis with puffy bloodshot eyes. He didn’t look good at all. His hair was even getting glued to the sides of his head and he smelt like sweat.

“Niall it’s ok, Zayn’s calling the doctor.” Harry said trying to make Niall feel better. But it didn’t even look like Niall knew what was going on. He was just looking at the ceiling with a couple of tears in his eyes when all of a sudden he curled up into a ball and dug deeper into the covers. I told the lads not to touch him because Niall looked way more comfortable when he was in that type of position. Soon Zayn walked back into the room with the phone in his hand.

“Can you tell me what Niall’s fever was?” he said right beside the phone. “102.9” I said. Zayn nodded and continued telling the doctor Nialls symptoms and soon we received the news that a doctor would be here to see Niall in about half an hour. But we all knew it would take longer because the roads outside were covered in snow and ice.

“Niall what are you feeling?” Louis asked rubbing Niall back. Niall had been in the same position for about the same 10 minutes and all we heard was slight moans coming from his body and a couple of stomach gurgles. Maybe he was feeling nauseous, but it didn’t look like it. His nose was pink, he had puffy red eyes, and he was sweating but that was about it. Other than his broken leg and tummy that was all that we were concerned about.

I wanted to get Niall downstairs so it would be easier for the doctor to see him, but I wasn’t sure how I was going to go about that. Niall literally looked like he was in pieces and he could barely move to grab a tissue from the bedside table beside him to wipe his nose which was constantly running. I wanted to help him, so I brought the box of tissues on my lap and I wiped Nialls nose for him while he was in bed.

It was pretty cute to be honest, and it seemed to help him a lot. When I reached over to wipe his nose again for about the fifth time, he sneezed in the tissue while it was held to his nose. The force of the sneeze shook him violently considering that he was so weak. The rest of the lads turned around to look and see where that sneeze came from and they got quite worried but then I explained to them that it was just Niall.