One Direction Sick and Hurt Fics

Louis Sick part 2

I woke up on the couch, feeling worse than before. My head was pounding, i was sweating yet I was freezing. My stomach shot pains making me nauseous. There was a cool cloth on my forehead and a bucket next to me. The boys were nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, my stomach churned painfully. I quickly grabbed the bucket and puked everything up. Every time I retched, my stomach hurt worse and worse. I felt a hand on my back. I lifted my head long enough to see that it was Liam. About 15 minutes later, I finally stopped. My stomach was a little better but it still hurt, I felt very weak and my head was pounding. Niall wiped my face off with a cool rag.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked. I just moaned.

"I take that as a no, what's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Head and stomach hurt, cold, weak," i mumbled.

"Plus the fever and throwing up, sounds like the flu. You just need rest and stay hydrated." Liam said. I nodded. I was about to fall asleep when Niall gave me medicine.

"Feel better, mate, " I heard Niall say before I fell asleep.

"Come on mate, you gotta wake up," I heard. I woke up to Liam shaking me.

"How are you feeling?" Liam asked.

"Better," I lied. He didn't believe me but let it go.

"Management said you have to go to rehearsal," Liam said.

"All right, I'll be down in a few," I said.

"Okay," Liam said as left the room. I quickly got a shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs.

"Let's go boys!" Paul called. I took some medicine and headed out with the boys. Once I got in the car, I fell asleep against Harry.

"Come on Lou, we are here," Harry said as he shook me awake. Fans were crowded around the arena. Our bodyguards pushed us through. Somewhere going through, I got pulled away from everyone. I tried calling for help but I couldn't. I felt very claustrophobic, and being sick didn't help. I collapsed to the ground clutching my stomach. My chest started to tighten and I couldn't breathe. Tears started flowing through my eyes. Seconds later, I felt myself being picked up and carried into the arena. It was Paul. He layed me on the couch.

"Calm down Louis, someone get his inhaler!" He yelled.

My stomach hurt really bad, my head pounded and felt light, my chest was tight and I couldn't breathe. I panicked even more. I felt my inhaler being put in my mouth. Minutes later, I could breathe.

"Are you okay?" Paul asked while the boys were around him, looking worried.

"No," I whispered.

"What's wrong?" Paul asked.

"Stomach, head, everything." I whispered. Pain went through my stomach. I doubled over and gasped in pain. Liam felt my head.

"He's burning," Liam said.

"We need to get him to the hospital," Paul said.

"Faint," I whispered barely audible,

"Louis!" That's the last thing I heard before I passed out.

SORRY IF THIS ISNT GOOD AND FOR THE LATE UPDATE, I WAS BUSY. THERE WILL BE A PART 3 SO STAY TUNED.