Back to Reality: Niall's Cancer Battle sequel

Chapter Three: Smoke Curls

**A/N** This chapter is dedicated to @niallsbestie ! There were so many lovely comments, but yours made me aweeee ^.^ so thank you for your beautiful comment

The authors note at the end is important(:

Chapter Three: Smoke Curls

**Niall's POV**

Niall.

Niall.

Niall.

My name constantly being said like the drip drip dripping of water falling from a faucet that won't shut off correctly. It stays in the air around me.

Niall.

I groan and realize I'm face down on a smooth metal table. I lift my head up, running a hand down my face. My gaze lands on the black box.

"Niall." My name emits from the box.

I groan again in response. You've got to be kidding me. This entire time, I've just been fed words through some tiny ass like black speaker box?

Great job brain, you're really defying my expectations.

"Niall, I'm sending the boys in now, okay?" It's the doctor's voice that comes into the room. I picture the young doctor immediately.

"Okay," I say, wondering slightly as to why it wouldn't be.

There's a beep at the door as a green light turns on. I can't help but let out a shocked laugh. I feel like I'm in some kind of guest-prisoner meeting room.

The boys walk in and the first thing I notice is their reluctance to come closer than five feet from me. They take seats around the table, only glancing at me every few seconds. Not a single one of them holds eye contact with me.

"Now to run some tests to see how well your brain is handling the training."

"Training?!" I ask. No one told me anything about training.

"Your coma has caused a couple malfunctions. Your brain isn't...," the doctor pauses, probably looking for some way to describe my condition. He sighs, "let's just say that your brain has problems sorting things out. You're being tested and examined. I assure you when we are finished with this, you will be back to yourself again."

"And how long is this supposed to take?" I'm not even sure what "this" is. I just know I need my brain to figure things out.

"It's different for everyone, Niall. Some people don't have to do this at all. You, unfortunately, are a special case." I can hear the confusion on his voice. He doesn't really understand this at all either. Now that scares me.

Let's just get the ball moving. "Okay, I'm ready."

The doctor clears his throat. "Give me a number."

"Are you serious? What is this? A magic trick?!" I ask incredulously, laughing to myself. This is a good start to progress. Let's just ask Niall for a number to start the testing!

"No, no. It's not a magic trick. Just try to cooperate, Niall."The doctor's patience is wearing thin.

I sigh. "Five."

"As in One Direction?"

"No, as in the number of boys in this room," I say sarcastically.

"Well at least we know your personality factor is coming in again," the doctor mutters. "Okay, now name the boys in order, from your left and work clockwise."

Now this testing shit was getting ridiculous. I glance at the boys. They still don't meet my eyes.

I say without hesitating, "Zayn, Louis, Harry, Liam."