Short Stories

One Precent (Niall Centric)

Thanks for the prompt @DayDreamer236 this was fun to write.

Summary:

Niall gets his tonsils removed, and with his boyfriends by his side, plus the experience of already going into surgery, he thought everything would go smooth. And well, everything did, except for the recovery.

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"During the 24 hours after surgery, he may throw up, spit up blood or have ear aches. If vomiting continues after 1 to 2 more days, come back to our office or give us a call. Also, headaches and migraines may occur, but again, if too severe and the medicine doesn't work, call us. Lastly, if he spits up blood clots, or throws up blood, contact us also. Here's our card." The doctor smiled towards the four boys huddled around their aching, drugged-up blond boyfriend.

Liam smiled, getting up from his spot beside Niall's hip to grab the card, plus the medication Niall would need. "Thank you."

Niall was a little old to get his tonsils taken out, but he had always been too squirmy and scared as a teenager to do such surgical work on him. And since the tonsillitis wasn't bad when he was younger, he had no severe problems, but now, he needed it more then anything.

But with his boyfriends by his side, he had no trouble getting over his fear, besides, he's had his knee done in surgery already, it wouldn't be much different, only different pain and recovery wise.

He felt a hand along his lower back as they walked down the hallway, he looked up to see Harry glued to his side, they locked eyes and Harry smiled down at him, looking relieved to finally go home.

"Nialler gets shot gun cause he's cute and doesn't feel good." Louis called, making all the boys hold back laughs as the Doncaster lad stuffed the three in the back, then carefully helped Niall in the passenger seat. The blonds eyes were half closed, lids heavy as he slumped against the seat and wrapped himself up more in the jacket the boys brought for him.

Louis got in the drivers seat, taking one last look at Niall before starting the car and driving off.

-x-x-

Everything was a blur after that, Niall was so tired he fell asleep in the car, Liam having to pick him up and carry him into the house. The boys all had been worried about their second youngest boyfriend, but they knew he'd get better after a couple hours, or surely by tomorrow.

It was around six o'clock at night when Niall woke up, eyes fluttering opened to be immediately met with dark, majestic brown eyes.

"Your so handsome." Zayn mumbled, moving his tattooed hand up to brush a couple strands of blond hair off Niall's forehead.

Niall blushed, looking away from Zayn and staring down at his bare chest. The blond lad didn't really know how to answer to such a compliment, even though Zayn was the one that reminded him of that every day.

The romantic moment didn't last for long, because suddenly he felt a lurch of bile rise to his throat, he gagged and then flew off the bed, rushing to the bathroom and throwing up into the toilet. He barely made it.

He could faintly hear Zayn rushing into the room, a hand on his back patiently waiting for him to stop. It took about a minute before he was just dry heaving into the bowl.

"Shit." Niall grumbled out, but he could barely open his mouth it hurt so much, a searing pain in his gums from the stitches.

"-bed." That's all he heard, the rest of that sentence was all gibberish. But he felt someone picking him up, and setting him back onto the bed, the soft cushions and warm feeling of the covers wrapping around him, made him slightly better.