Sidemen and Friends Imagines

Struggle -Sidemen/Pack

You woke up in a cold sweat. Your nose was running and you could barely catch your breath. You tried to sit up, and it was one of the hardest things you had ever attempted. The tears began to flow down your cheeks as the panic set in. You were coughing and wheezing now that your body was waking up.

Simon heard you from across the hall and came to check on you. The sight of you pale as a ghost, coughing and wheezing, snot running out of your nose, and crying was terrifying for him. You were like the little sister he'd never had. He rushed over to your bed. Your eyes were filled with fear as you tried to tell him you had no idea what was going on.

"I'm taking you to the hospital right now." He picked you up, making a fairly accurate assumption that you'd more than likely fall if you tried to walk. All of the boys from The Pack as well as the Sidemen were in the living room, having decided they were going to prank you and Simon. They all stopped when they saw a very distressed Simon carrying a very sick looking you.

"What happened?" Vik asked, looking at your now shivering form.

"I don't know, but I'm taking her to the hospital," Simon replied. All of the boys divided into the cars available, somehow managing for all of you to fit. You were sat in the passenger's seat of Simon's car, wrapped in one of his sweatshirt and a blanket Vik had draped across you.

Simon carried you into the hospital with the boys following behind. No one was in the ER at the time, so you were put in a room immediately. Simon and Josh went back with you, as it was they were the most likely candidates for keeping you calm.

"I'm scared," you whispered, squeezing Simon's hand. He looked worried but reassured you you'd be fine and Josh did the same. The doctor entered soon after and started asking questions. They had to take blood samples, which meant needles.

The doctor was gone for a while and he came back looking worried af.

"She's contracted something very rare. There's a fifty percent survival rate. She's going to have to stay here for at least five days, but she will be allowed visitors."

You were whisked away to a patient room. The lighting was dim and you hated that you had to have a whole bunch of tubes and monitors hooked up to you. The boys could only come in by pairs, so it took forever to cycle through all of them. One of nurses tried to tell Simon it would be a bad idea for someone to stay with you all the time, but he wouldn't budge.

"I'm not letting that little girl out of my sight." It was obvious she wasn't going to change his mind, so she allowed it.

Five days later you were released and in much better health. It was probably a good thing because you weren't actually sure anyone had left since you'd been admitted. You got to walk out under your own power, although all the boys practically hovered over you.