Liam: "I'm sorry," Liam smiles through his tears, "I'm being a rubbish boyfriend. i don't want you to worry, but then here I am crying,". You roll your eyes and squeeze his hand, "It's a really simple operation, you heard the doctor. He does them all the time,". He wipes his cheeks, "I know, but i'm trusting him with my life. If anything were to go wrong...". "Hey!" you sit up too quickly and wince, "Don't even go there Mr Payne," you snap, clutching your side. "Shh, shh, i'm sorry," he mumbles as he helps you to slowly lie back down on the bed. "I can't wait for it to be over with," you moan, "So I can actually just walk or sit up without being in pain,". Half an hour later, nurses come and administer the necessary drugs - you'll be asleep in the next ten minutes. You reach your hand out and Liam takes it, "Hey," you mumble, "You're shaking. Stop it. I'm going to be fine,". "I know, I know," he laughs nervously as he leans forward to kiss your forehead, "I love you (Y/N),". "I love you too," you whisper back as your eyes start to feel droopy, "See you soon,".
Louis: "This mattress is rock solid, how on earth are you meant to be comfortable on that?", "Do you need another pillow? Nurse get another pillow, (Y/N) shouldn't be having to crane her neck like that,", "You should have a private room after you come out of the operation. There is no way you can recover on a ward like this!", and "I though hospitals were meant to look after people, not starve and dehydrate them!" were just a few of the things Louis had found to complain about as the two of you waited anxiously for you to go into surgery. "Lou love," you squeeze his hand and he smiles adoringly back down at you, "Stop it, you're being a diva," you laugh. He frowns, but then smiles again, "Sorry love, i'm just nervous is all,". He leans down and gives you a quick kiss as the nurses come to take you to theatre. "See you in 2 hours," you try to smile as you're wheeled away on your bed. "I'll be counting down," he waves after you.
Harry: "I'm so scared," you cry into Harry's shoulder. You'd never had to go to hospital before for anything, and now here you were for an operation. "You have nothing to worry about love," he soothes, "The doctors done it a million times before, and i'm going to be right outside,". "You won't leave?" you ask, "It is a 5 hour op the doctor said,". "I'm not leaving for a second," he reassures you, "And i'll be right by your side when you wake up too,". The idea that Harry was going to be there the whole time comforted you - not sure why, it wasn't as if he was going to magically turn into a doctor and save you if anything went wrong, but his presence would be reassuring all the same. They rolled you away to theatre and you saw Harry mouth "I love you," through the window. You last thought before you went under was of Harry dressed in scrubs, carrying an apple and chanting, "Trust me. I'm a doc-tah!".
Niall: "Aw Niall," you notice his red puffy eyes as he walks into your ward, "I wouldn't have asked you to come if I knew it was going to make you this upset,". He sniffles and shakes his head, "No, I want to be here. I need to be here, for you," he smiles weakly, "I'm your irish good luck charm,". You squeeze his hand and he bursts into tears. "I'm sorry," he whimpers, "I'm so sorry. It's just, seeing you like this, with all the needles and tubes stuck in you,". You stroke his hair, trying to soothe him. "It should be me in here, not you," he mumbles, and it makes you laugh. "Niall, it's not your fault my body decided to get appendicitis," you wipe the tears from his cheeks, "And I hope you never get it either. Because honestly, it hurts like an absolute bitch,". He smiles and gives you a kiss (much to the annoyance of the nurse) as they take you down to theatre in a wheel chair.
Zayn: You were nervous as hell about this operation, and no one could calm you down about it, not even Zayn. "You know," you babble, "It was on my bucket list to never have an operation. looks like i've ballsed up that one!". Zayn looks over at you, amused, "You have a bucket list?" you nod, "What's on it?". You think for a moment before answering, "You know, normal stuff mostly. Skinny dipping, swim with dolphins, that sort of thing,". "Well how about I help get rid of some of those off your list," he smiles and you raise an eybrow, "We'll take them on, one at a time. But first, i'm going to take you to Rome as a treat once you've recovered," he smiles. The two of you gush over what you were going to do there,a nd by the time the nurse arrived to give you your medication to knock you out, you no longer felt nervous - Zayn had successfully distracted you.
