People: Harry, Louis, Zayn
Ages: Harry (28), Louis (27), Liam (28)
Doctors: Harry (ER nurse), Liam (ER doctor)
AN: This one is a lot shorter. If anyone has any requests, don't hesitate to send me a message or leave a comment
- POV Louis -
"Louis, can you close today?", my boss asked me. "Of course", I said, yawning. I work night-shifts at a casino as a bartender. The work is great, but working at night can be really exhausting sometimes. The fact that my boyfriend also works night-shifts, as an ER nurse, makes it a lot easier though. I closed the casino and smiled as I got into my car. I started the engine and drove to the hospital to pick up Harry, like I always did. After waiting for around 6 minutes, I spotted him walking towards our car, but my boyfriend appeared tired and very pale. He opened the car door and got in, slumping in his seat.
"Hey love, had a rough day?", I asked him, sending him a small smile. "Yeah, I'm exhausted", he sighed, closing his eyes. I drove us home, staying silent for Harry. "We're here Haz", I whispered, gently nudging him. "Huh? Oh we're home", Harry mumbled in response, unbuckling his seatbelt. We entered our house and after brushing teeth and undressing, we went to bed. Harry was fast asleep and it only took 4 minutes for me to follow him.
"Lou, Lou wake up please". I groggily opened my eyes and looked to the younger boy. He was trembling and covered in a pool of vomit, looking terrified. "Shh, you're going to be okay. Let's get you cleaned up, shall we". I helped him to the bathroom and sat him down in the bathtub, peeling off his shirt and boxers. The tub started filling with lukewarm water and Harry started noticeably shivering. "Sorry darling", I apologised. While Harry washed himself, I got him some clean clothes and changed the bedsheets.
After another 10 minutes had passed by, I drained the water from the bath and helped Harry change into a comfortable tracksuit. "I think I've slept enough. Won't be able to sleep anymore". I could understand his point, as it was already 2 P.M. so we just headed downstairs. I covered Harry with a soft blanket and put 2 slices of bread in the toaster. I left the kitchen, but returned seconds later, getting tea with honey for Harry's sore throat. "Do you need anything else, love?", I asked him, combing my hand through his chaotic curls. "Can you get me some Tylenol?". I nodded and was off to the kitchen, but I was met with a horrible smell. "Shit, the toast!", I cursed, unplugging the toaster and throwing away the burnt toast. I heard cute giggles emit from the living room and couldn't help but smile at the sound.
I eventually popped a pill from the packet, labeled as Tylenol and also got a glass of water. "Here you go. Sorry 'bout the toast". "Didn't want to eat anyway, I'm still nauseous". I decided not to force food on him right now, but he would need to eat something later today. When I was gone, Harry had put on The Big Bang Theory, one of our go to tv-shows. I laughed at a stupid thing Amy said, but noticed Harry wasn't paying attention at all. "You okay?". He shrugged, leaning his head on my shoulders. I could feel the heat radiate off of him and his shirt was now damp with sweat. I carefully placed a hand on his forehead and cringed at the temperature. "Darling, I'm going to get a thermometer. You're burning up", I stated. I soon returned, instructing Harry to open up. He did as he was told and the thermometer soon came back with a result. I read the numbers, but realised I didn't even know what they meant.
- POV Harry -
I laughed at the confused look my boyfriend gave the thermometer. "Give it here, babe", I chuckled. Being a nurse and knowing a lot about medicine, I took the device from him. 103.3/39.6 "It's quite high actually",I said with a frown. "I can get your doctor bag and try and examine you if that'd help", Louis suggested. "Love, I don't want to be rude, but you can't even take someone's temperature". He took the thermometer and placed it back in the bathroom, but he was gone for a while. 'I bet ya he is getting my medical equipment' I mumbled to myself, but Louis came back empty handed. I drank my tea, taking slow sips to not upset my stomach.
I was cuddled up to Louis, when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it", he said and walked towards the hallway and front door. I could faintly make out people talking to each other, but didn't recognise who Louis was talking to. I heard the door shut and by the sound of 2 pairs of feet, I concluded someone had come over to visit us. Whoever it was could have come at a better moment, to be honest. "Hey bud", I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up and saw my best friend and colleague Liam standing in the doorframe. We met in 7 years ago and have been best friends ever since. Even though we're the same age, Liam feels like an older brother to me.
"Hey Li. Didn't expect you to drop by. Sorry if I'm not so fun to be around today. I'm feeling ill", I apologised. "I know", he just said. I looked at him with confusion. "I don't know anything about sickness, but Liam does. So I gave him a call and asked for his help", Louis filled me in. Liam now asked Louis: "Do you know where Harry's medical bag is?". "It's upstairs, door at the end of the hallway", I heard Louis tell him. Liam disappeared upstairs, retrieving the bag full of equipment. "Thanks Lou", I told my boyfriend. He asked me what I was thanking me for. "For calling Liam. I feel stupid I couldn't think of that". "Don't", Liam fell in. "You are ill. The fever's making it hard to think straight".
"Now, let's just do a quick temperature check. How high was it last time?", Liam asked. "103.3/39.6 so way too high". Liam nodded. "It hasn't changed since", he informed me. He had already checked my eyes, ears and throat and he was now tightening a blood pressure cuff around my biceps. I felt the pressure and cringed, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling. Louis noticed and lightly stroked my hand. "Your blood pressure seems fine". Liam asked me to take my shirt of and listened to my heart and lungs. "Seems like influenza to me", he told me. "Like what!? Is that serious!? Sounds like it. Do we need to get you to the hospital?", Louis panicked. "Louis, calm down, it's nothing serious, just a fancy word for the flu", I told him, pulling him in for a hug.
"So, you're fine?", he asked, still unsure. "Yeah, thanks to you calling me", Liam smiled at him, patting him on the back. "Can I do anything for you?". He just wanted to be helpful to me. "Maybe you could get him some toast", Liam suggested. Louis and I started laughing. "Let's leave that to you", I told Liam. "Why?". "Ask that to the burnt toast in the bin". "Oh god, you are hopeless in the kitchen", he sighed, trying desperately to hide his quiet chuckles. Liam made some toast, but I was only halfway through when I started feeling nauseous again. "Fuck", I mumbled under my breath, making a dash to the toilet. Louis rubbed my back and Liam fixed me a glass of water and a cold cloth.
After feeling miserable for another day, I felt lots better, but Liam (who had stayed with us all this time) insisted I stayed home for a couple more days, not wanting me to accidentally contaminate others. I stayed home for the remainder of the week, Louis not leaving my side. Louis might be a terrible cook and he may not know about anything medical, but he's the sweetest boyfriend I could have ever wished for.
