You were asleep after a tiring day at your new job as a nurse at the elementary school. You were a heavy sleeper and you were thankful becuase you needed to get up at 4:30 to go to a meeting. You thought you were gonna get the full 8 hours of rest until you felt Niall leave your side.
"Niall", you moaned, half-asleep, "Come back to bed."
"Not", he gagged, "Now Taylor."
"Wh-", you were cut off by inhuman gagging noises.
"Are you okay babe", you sat up.
Your answer was the sound of Niall's dinner making a reappearance into the toilet of your bathroom. You got up and walked quickly to the bathroom and sat on the bathtub, closing the door so he didn't wake your kids. You both were in your early twenties and had adopted twins Sophia (4) and Ayden (4).
Niall through up again, making your stomach feel uneasy too. His retched painfully into the toilet and you could see he was crying and sweating.
"You done", you asked, "I should take your temperature."
"You should hurry cuz I still feel sick."
You ran to get the thermometer and put it in Niall's mouth. He looked miserable, like he hadn't got sleep at all.
"Aww my poor sick baby", you played with his ruffled, sweaty hair.
"Taylor", he said with the thermometer in his mouth.
"What", it beeped.
You took it out and he closed his eyes, "I don't feel good."
"I know baby", you said with sympathy.
He started gagging again so he put his head in the toilet again. He began retching into the toilet.
"Shit", he said and then retched painfully.
"Let it out", you whispered into his ear.
He retched painfully one more time before another round of sick came shooting out of his mouth.
"Papa", Ayden screamed.
You looked to see both of the twins standing there, horrified.
"Darlings it's ok", you said calmly, "Papa's just sick."
They both nodded.
"Is Papa ok mama", Ayden asked and rubbed his eyes sleepily.
Niall retched into the toilet, painfully. Ayden took his hand and ran it up the inside of Niall's shirt, collecting sweat on his palms.
Aww that's adorable, Ayden's trying to help.
Niall immediately calmed down and he let his head fall. Ayden pulled on Niall's back so his head didn't get covered in vomit.
"Ayden what did you do", you asked, shocked.
"I help papa", he said.
You nodded and you helped Niall back to the bed.
"Mama did I do good job?"
"You did a very awesome job Ayden, do I have a diagnosis?"
"Puke-itis."
You laughed.
"Mama why you laugh, papa have puke-itis and that not funny", he pouted.
Sophia giggled from the doorway.
"Sophia", he dragged out and blushed.
I laughed too and we stood there laughing.
"Mama what do you think papa have?"
"I think he has a stomach flu because he has a fever, he's sweating, and is vomiting."
"Very good reasoning Mama."
"I know I'm a nurse", you chuckled, "Here let's let papa sleep and we can get breakfast."
"Mama I want Cocoa Pops", Ayden shouted resulting in a groan from Niall.
Niall put an arm over his stomach to try and ease the nausea that lingered. A sickly sounding hiccup escaped his lips and his hand shot up. He ran to the bathroom and threw up again. He retched painfully into the toilet, but all that came up was pure stomach acid.
"You should eat something", I said.
"I can't even stop puking for five minutes."
"Well if you don't eat something, then all of the stomach acid will burn your throat."
"I can't keep it down Taylor", he said with a rough sounding voice.
"See it's already sore, c'mon Ni? For me?"
He nodded and you wrapped a blanket around his shaky body and helped him downstairs. You sat him down at the table and made him some soup. You placed it in front of Niall and then poured milk and cereal for your two munchkins. You watched Niall take a bite. He immediately turned green and dashed for the bathroom. You ran after him and rubbed his back as he threw up the little bit of soup that had barely found its way down his throat.
"Maybe you should rest", you said and flushed the toilet, "You go back upstairs and lay down, I'll be up with sick bucket."
He got up and headed upstairs.
"You guys can play your 3DSs and watch movies while I take care of papa", you told them.
You got two nods and then proceeded to go upstairs with a sick bucket and 21 Jump Street, This Is the End, Mean Girls, and White Chicks. You guys ended up making it through the first two and halfway through Mean Girls before you heard Niall's soft snores. You covered him in another blanket and curled up to him, falling asleep too.
