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*Faking ~ Louis | Seizure, Part II

Louis POV
The next morning, the boys kicked me out of bed. Somehow they had found out that I had faked my seizure and they were very angry with me.
"Get dressed Louis," Liam told me sternly before Paul had opened the door.
"Interview is in 90 minutes boys, I need you to be downstairs for breakfast."
"We're coming."

All the boys got ready before me and, dying of embarrassment, I went into the bathroom once they had left.

~

I woke up sore and lying on the ground. My mind was fuzzy. Had I actually had... had a...
"For fuck sake Louis," Liam said as I heard the door open. "Get down for breakfast, we're sick of your games."

I came to again and my body was hurting more. I gasped and opened my eyes to find that I was still on the floor of the bathroom. My hands were bruised and tears were forming in my eyes. I'd had two real seizures, but I knew that the boys wouldn't believe me.
"Get up Louis," I told myself and I struggled to stand. Looking into the mirror, I was pale and I looked sick.

Waking up again, there was toothpaste on my hands.
"Come down for breakfast. You're making this worse for yourself," Harry told me. I wanted to call out, tell him that I wasn't joking this time. I was having cluster seizures. 3. I'd had 3. 3...

I faded in and out after I'd had 2 more seizures, but soon I was finally able to sit up. I finished doing my teeth and limped back into the hotel room. I found a pen and wrote, 5, on my hand. I had gone through 5 seizures.
"Woah!" I said before I caught myself. I sat down and waited for the dizziness to pass. My hands were shaking and they were red. I must have hit them on the floor.

~

"What the hell was that upstairs Louis?" Niall asked as I joined them.
"I'm sorry," I said as I sat down, I knew they would not believe me if I told them what had happened.
"Get some food in you Louis," Paul told me and I did so. Liam didn't say a word to me before the interview, neither did Zayn. Harry was the only one who was even a little bit concerned.
"You're looking pale Louis."
"I know."
"Are you feeling ok?"
"No. Let's get this interview done."
"Harry!" Niall called and he left me. Truth was, I was feeling terrible and I getting worse with every minute that passed. I was already post-seizure and I still wasn't fully with it.

~

The interview started and I was managing to hold it together. I answered a few questions but soon my vision became blurred. As Niall answered a question, my body gave in and I collapsed.
"Bloody hell Louis," Liam said in annoyance, but my body started to seize.
"Ah... ah..." I gasped.
"Louis?"
"I don't think he's joking," Zayn said after a moment.
"Louis," Harry said and I felt their hands gently touch my side. I remained semi-conscious as my seizure got worse and they were trying to steady me.
"Urgh. Urh... urh..." I gasped.
"It's ok Louis, we're with you."
"We've got you Louis."
"Should I get the medic?"
"Give him a few minutes," Paul said before I heard his knees thud beside me. "Keep him on his side," Paul said as he put me into the recovery position as I felt my body jerking and shaking.
"Arh... ah..."
"This is a bad one."
"Hopefully it will last for very long," Liam said in a concerned voice. Despite their anger, they were still worried and caring to me.

My seizure went on for what felt like an hour, but my body eventually calmed down and I was left lying exhausted on the ground.
"How's he doing Paul?" Zayn asked, and I felt Paul taking my pulse.
"His pulse is quite fast and his breathing is ragged."
"Louis? Can you hear us?"
"Louis?" Liam asked and a moment passed before I tried to form a word.
"I..."
"Louis."
"We're with you Louis," Liam said as he took my hand.
"Not... not... fake," I managed to say with a lot of effort.
"We know Louis."
"Take it easy. Just keep coming round for us," Niall told me gently.
"What's this number on his hand?" Zayn asked as he moved my other hand.
"What number is it?"
"5."
"Clu... cluster..." I told them.
"You've had cluster seizures Louis?" Paul asked me.
"Yeah... yeah..."
"When?"
"This morning," Harry answered for me.
"Shit. We thought that he was pretending," Liam added.
"Oh Louis."
"That makes 6 seizures Paul, shall I call for an ambulance?"
"Yes, call..." Paul started, and I threw up.
"Woah, Louis."
"We've got you," Paul said, and my body immediately went into another seizure. "Call them now Zayn," Paul said in his serious voice and I felt his firm hands supporting me.
"Ah, ah... hel... arh, ah... ph..." I managed to say as my body jerked.
"We're helping you Louis."
"We've got you, you're going to be ok."
"Ambulance please."
"Hel... pme... urgh, urgh, argh!"
"We've got you Louis," Paul repeated and I felt Harry gently support one of my shaking hands.

Once my 7th seizure stopped, I was in and out of tremors until the paramedics arrived. All the boys stayed with me and Paul was serious.
"That's the diazepam in, it should stop Louis having any more seizures."
"He's been conscious throughout, can you give him something so he can relax?" Harry asked them.
"We can give him a sedative. Louis, would you like me to give you a sedative?" The paramedic asked as she shook me. Everyone went quiet as they waited for me to reply.
"...'Es," I managed to say.
"Alright," The paramedic said and I felt a sharp prick in my arm. "It should start to work shortly Louis," The paramedic told me gently and I felt Harry take my hand.
"Get some rest Louis," Harry said, and everything went black.

~

I woke up in hospital, and I saw Liam was half-asleep on the chair beside me.
"Liam," I said, and he woke up.
"Hey," He replied in a raspy voice. "You're awake."
"Yeah. Good sleep?"
"Not really. How are you feeling?"
"Better. What time is it?"
"6am," Liam said as he looked at his watch, then he yawned. "I am not awake. How are you feeling Louis?" Liam asked me again as he rested his hand onto mine.
"A lot better. I'm really sorry about crying wolf, and faking a seizure."
"Why did you fake it?" Liam asked me gently.
"I needed to stop you fighting. Everyone was being chaotic and crazy. Then, when you found me and you were being really gentle and caring with me, I couldn't stop pretending."
"You have a serious condition Louis. And treating it that lightly meant that Harry and I didn't help you yesterday when you needed us."
"I know. I'm really sorry Liam."
"It's ok. We're all really sorry that we didn't help you yesterday. Even if you were faking again, we should have treated it like it was real."
"Thanks Liam. I am really sorry."
"Come here," He said and I happily accepted his hug. "We're all just really happy that you're ok. The nurses have had you under close observation all night."
"It was bad yesterday."
"7 seizures, we were so worried. Please don't fake a seizure again."
"I won't, I promise."
"Thank you. And you don't need to have a seizure for us to be gentle and caring with you. If you need us to be, all you have to do is ask."
"Thanks. That means a lot," I said and I felt tears forming in my eyes. Liam smiled and he wiped them away.
"Paul and the others are going to visit around 10am, so why don't you get some more sleep? Your body needs it."
"Ok. Get some breakfast Liam."
"I will. I'll go to the café once you're asleep."
"Thanks lad," I said and I took his hand. Liam held it as I drifted back to sleep.

~

That evening, I was discharged and I returned to the tour bus. I explained to the boys why I had faked a seizure and they all understood. They were just as caring and compassionate as Liam had been with me, so naturally, we had a game of football at 11pm to cheer us all up.

I had the boys back on my side and anytime I needed them, they would be there for me.