Y/e/c = Your eye color
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Its been a few days since Y/N and Milo got sick. Milo was feeling much better and went back to school while Y/N was still iffy. Since Niall had been taking care of them most of the time, well, lets just see what happens.
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Niall's P.O.V.
Y/n was shivering as I placed another blanket on top of her. She hasn't been throwing up but she still isn't 100%. I felt awful for her, but at least she was getting better. Thankfully, Milo had gotten over the sickness, but he might've passed it on. I began feeling awful the second day Y/n was sick, which made everything that much harder. I was queasy,my head felt like mush, and I was freezing one moment and boiling the next.
Y/n was stationed on the couch, where we were both laying. She laid against my chest asleep, while my stomach growled painfully in protest. I rubbed it tenderly as I checked Y/n's temperature. She was much better then before which was good, at least she was feeling better.
I felt my head pound, any sound echoing and gradually intensifying. I grimaced, rubbing my temple as I shut my eyes, trying to relieve the pain but to no avail.
Suddenly, my stomach flipped and my stomach rose to my throat. I quickly but carefully moved Y/n off of my chest before dashing towards the bathroom, leaning in front of the porcelain bowl before releasing the contents of my stomach. I retched over the bowl, my throat burning from the stomach acid my stomach was releasing. Suddenly I felt a hand rubbing the small of my back. When my stomach finally relaxed, I turned to see who had been comforting me.
It was Y/n.
" Y- Y/n, you should be resting." I stuttered, wiping my mouth of the excess vomit.
" I feel much better, you should be the one resting." She said, looking at me with her Y/e/c eyes.
"Come on Niall, let's get you to the couch." She said.
She helped me over to the couch and laid her blankets over top of me.
"No!" I cried in protest.
I threw them off.
"Niall let me take care of you!"
"No! You still have a small fever!"
"Niall James Horan!"
I gagged and y/n grabbed the nearest wastebasket. She rushed it under my chin just as the contents of my stomach made a reappearance. She gagged and then made a dash for the bathroom. I went to run after her, but the quick movement made me even more nauseous and I retched into the wastebasket.
I heard the door open as I continued heaving.
"Dad?" I heard Milo ask.
I just heaved again.
"Shit. Where's mom?"
I pointed to the bathroom and coughed. Then I retched and even more bile came up.
"I'm calling uncle Louis."
I sniffled and just kept my head above the wastebasket.
"Hello...its Milo...yea my mom is throwing up again and my dad just threw up a lot...I'm fine, the smell of vomit is just getting to me...ok thank you...yea see you in a little bit. Uncle Louis is on his way."
"Ok. Can I please get a napkin?"
He nodded and then got me a napkin. I cleaned off my lips and chin. I laid back against the couch. Y/n finally came out of the bathroom.
