As Niall rests in the green room backstage, the exhaustion from their demanding schedule weighs heavily on him. The non-stop touring, performances, and promotional events have left him drained both physically and emotionally. His body craves rest, but he knows that the show must go on, so he pushes through, trying to keep up with the rigorous demands of being in a successful band.
Unbeknownst to Niall, his continuous glucose monitor (CGM) alerts him to a low blood sugar, a consequence of the relentless pace they've been keeping. The loud and persistent alert sounds, but Niall is so deep in sleep that he doesn't hear it. His body, always in tune with his diabetes, should have woken him, but the sheer exhaustion has overridden that instinct.
Meanwhile, Louis, who is also monitoring Niall's CGM levels, happens to see the alert on his phone. Concern etches across Louis' face as he realizes Niall's blood sugar is dropping dangerously low.
"Guys, we need to check on Niall," Louis calls out to the rest of the band members, his voice tinged with worry.
They all rush to the green room, where Niall is sleeping peacefully, unaware of the commotion around him. Zayn, Liam, and Harry exchange concerned glances as they see the worried expression on Louis' face.
"What's going on?" Liam asks, his voice hushed.
"Niall's CGM alerted to a low, and he's not waking up," Louis explains, his concern for his friend evident in his eyes.
The band gathers around Niall, trying to gently rouse him from his deep slumber. They call his name softly and touch his shoulder, trying to wake him, but Niall remains unresponsive.
"Niall, can you hear us?" Louis asks, his voice gentle but laced with worry.
Niall tries to respond, but his words remain unintelligible, lost in the haze of exhaustion and low blood sugar. His friends exchange worried glances, realizing that Niall's condition is more serious than they initially thought.
As the boys work together to support Niall, they prop him up gently, ensuring he's in a more comfortable position. Louis takes charge, carefully squeezing some glucose gel into Niall's mouth, urging him to swallow. "Come on, Niall, you've got this. Swallow the gel, mate," Louis encourages, his hands gently rubbing Niall's cheeks to help him focus.
Niall's confused gaze flickers around the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
As Niall starts to regain awareness, he finds himself trapped in a strange haze, where everything feels a bit distant and surreal. He can see the concerned expressions on the faces of his bandmates, but their words seem muffled and distant, as if they're speaking underwater.
Despite his best efforts to focus, the fog in his mind makes it difficult to comprehend what's happening around him. He tries to make sense of the situation, but the pieces don't quite fit together. The exhaustion and low blood sugar have taken their toll, leaving him feeling disoriented and disconnected from reality.
Niall's eyes dart around the room, searching for some semblance of clarity. The sight of his bandmates gathered around him should offer comfort, but right now, they appear like blurry shapes, their voices blending into an unintelligible murmur.
He attempts to communicate, to understand what they are saying, but his attempts only result in incoherent mumbles. Frustration wells up inside him as he struggles to articulate his thoughts, but the words slip through his grasp.
As Louis moves closer with another glucose gel packet, Niall instinctively shakes his head in an attempt to decline. He wants to tell Louis that he feels better now, that he doesn't need more glucose gel, but the words refuse to cooperate.
