1D sickfics

Harry: hospital sick

So I'm combining they have to go to the hospital and they have a really high fever and have to take an ice bath because I'm running out of time.

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Your p.o.v.

"Harry this is getting bad. I'm calling Louis," I said finally.

"No don't, I'm fine," Harry croaked, shivering again.

"No your not," I told him firmly.

"Yes I a-," he was cut off by more bile forcing its way up his throat and into the toilet.

Again and again and again he heaved and heaved. He coughed and spat but nothing came out.

"It h-hurts really bad," he stammered.

"Oh baby, deep breaths," I tried to calm him down.

Finally he stopped gagging and sat back, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"That's it, I'm taking you to the hospital," I said, looping my arms under his and hauling him to his feet.

He sagged against me, but managed to trudge out of the bathroom and into out dining room.

I slipped into some shoes and a jacket, not bothering to get either of us dressed and left Harry in his socks.

I dragged him out to the car then got in myself, driving towards the hospital while calling Louis. He's the only one of the boys who came to America on their break. the rest were still in London.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Haz got worse, in taking him to the hospital," I informed him.

"Crap, okay, I'll be there soon," he promised, hanging up.

I pulled into the parking lot, doing a half-ass park job before quickly ushering the sick boy inside.

"How can we help you," the secretary said.

"My boyfriends been throwing up constantly for about an hour and has a high fever," I said.

"Alright honey, right this way," she said, sitting Harry down in a wheelchair.

I pushed him down the hall behind her and into a room with a really weird looking bed.

"We have to put him on an ice bed to get his fever down," she said.

"Okay," I answered, holding Harry's hand as he took two shaky steps and lay down on the bed.

"I'm going to go get a doctor, you stay here," the nurse said, walking out.

Harry was shivering violently, his face looking even more pale and his lips starting to turn blue. His fingers feeling like ice in my hand.

He closed his eyes tightly and tears began to slide down his cheeks. The poor thing looked miserable.

"Hey, Haz you're gonna be okay," I said softly, hearing the door open behind me.

"Oh my god," Louis said.

He sat down on Harry's other side and took his hand, biting his lip.

"Jesus y/n he's freezing," he frowned, looking at me.

"They had to, so they could bring his fever down," I explained. He nodded solemnly.

The door opened again, and a doctor walked over to the bed and checked Harry's temperature.

"I'm doctor Jake, by the way. His temperature has already gone down to a safe number, so that's good. We'll get him off of this bed, but we're going to keep him overnight just in case," he explained.

"That's good," I said, nodding.

"We're going to have to ask you to leave however, regular hospital room visiting hours are over, I'm sorry," he said apologetically.

"I understand," I said.

"Okay then, you can come back at 6 tomorrow morning," he explained as he helped Harry back into the wheelchair before wheeling him away.

"Well let's go back to my place," Louis suggested.

"Yeah. I'm so glad he's okay," I agreed.

"Me too," he said.

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Hopefully this one is a bit longer than usual.