Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

Discussions and Blood - Chapter 65

Hey guys! I'm finally updating!! (: 

Yay haha

It's 10:20 PM right now, so I guess I'll find out when I stop :P 

Warning, there is a little grossness in a way in this chapter, but it isn't that bad at all. 

I'm sorry if there are grammar errors, but I'm so tired I don't think I'm going to read it over :/

Hope you guys are doing good

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Never ever in my life have I felt as sick as I do now. I felt sicker than a dog. It's like all of my intestines were all just churning at once giving me a very uncomfortable feeling that I wanted to throw up, but there were two problems with that situation. One, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday so there's nothing to throw up, and second, I felt so weak I bet it was physically impossible. 

All I wanted to do was to sleep, which is what both the doctor and Niall wanted me to do, but I couldn't keep my eyes closed. It's not like I wasn't tired. I was on the edge of exhausting, but there was something in my mind that was telling me not to fall asleep, that I had to stay awake or something would happen, but I have yet to figure out what that was.

Niall hasn't figured out I'm awake yet, since he was so focused on the football game on the T.V, and plus he was sitting behind me. It was kind of funny listening to his reactions, trying to keep quiet while his emotions were running wild. I could hear his foot tapping on the tile floor due to his pure nervousness, and I could just imagine him freaking out. 

I debated turning over, but I didn't know if Niall would be angry at me for not sleeping, but it was worth a try, right?

I slowly turned over, careful to not tug at the IV in my hand, and stared up at him, as his focus was still on the T.V.

"Niall," I whispered.

He didn't budge.

"Niall," I said a bit louder, and then I caught his attention.

He grabbed the remote to turn the volume even further down than what it was before, and turned his attention to me.

"Hey, you're awake. You sleep good?" He smiled down at me.

I shook my head, causing his facial expression to change.

"Why not?" he asked me.

I shrugged. " I don't know. I just can't keep my eyes closed."

He rested his hand on my hand that was reached out on the bed. His hand felt so warm compared to mine. My circulation has been so poor these past weeks that they've felt like ice. He gently squeezed my hand, before taking both of them into his.

"Well, how are you feeling?"

"Like I'm going to puke."

"Are you going to?" He asked with a funny look on his face.

"I hope not, but I think I'll be okay."

"Well then, this is today's plan." He reached behind him to the counter and grabbed the manila folder off of it, pulling out a slip of paper. 

"What's that?"

He turned it around for a couple seconds so I could see it.

"It's a schedule for the doctor. He wants you to do certain things during the day."