1D sickfics

Liam: Hospital sick

Okay here's the next one in the series.

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"Y/n can you turn the air on, its burning up in here," Liam asked, his breathing rapid.

"Sure baby," I said, turning the air conditioning on. Then I reached over and set my hand on Liam's knee to provide him some comfort.

He was currently curled up in the passenger seat of my car, leaning against the window, and sweating buckets, while shivering.

Last night he hadn't been feeling well about an hour ago, he woke up and puked like five times. I took his temperature and it was a very high 104.8, so I'm taking him to the hospital.

"Oh god, just kidding now I'm shaking," he said.

"Okay," I said, turning the heat on.

"God this is fucking ridiculous," he cursed. He curses a lot more when he isn't feeling well.

"We're here now," I said, getting out of the car and walking around to his side to help him out.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and dragged him inside the doors and up to the front desk.

"What's the problem miss?" the lady asked.

"My boyfriend has a fever of 104.8," I told her.

"Oh dear, lets get you to a room and I'll go get the doctor," she said, leading us down a hallway. She opened a door and motioned for us to go inside.

"You two can just sit in the chairs over there," she said, before shutting the door and going to go get the doctor, I assume.

I sat down on the back of the chair and pulled Liam down in front of me to sit in between my legs. He leaned his head back against me and moaned.

Not long after the nurse left, a doctor walked in the door.

"Hi, I'm doctor Jacob," he introduced himself.

"I'm y/n, and this is Liam," I told him.

"Alright. Well Liam, we need to get your fever down so were going to put you on a nice bath," he explained, causing Liam to groan again.

A nurse came in with a wheelchair and helped Liam into it, then started wheeling him down the hallway.
Doctor Jacob came and walked next to me.

"He's a real tough cookie. I'm surprised he was even able to walk with a temp that high," the doctor told me.

"That he is," I agreed, as we stepped into another room, where Liam was laying down on a bed... of ice... like literally.

He instantly started shaking violently. He seemed to be turning sort of blue-ish-purple. He reached out a hand towards me and I was quick to rush forewords.

"Hey you're okay," I said, grabbing one of his icy hands.

"S-so c-co-old," he said, his teeth chattering.

"I know. It's only for a few minutes," I reassured him.

After two more minutes of icy torture, doctor Jacob checked Liam's temp (102.1) and deemed it safe enough for Liam to go home.

"Let's get you home babe," I said softly, grabbing his hand as the nurse wheeled him down the hallway and out into the parking lot.

I helped him into the car and then got in myself, starting the ignition and beginning the trip home.

The doctor had given me instructions to keep him hydrated and warm, make sure his temp stayed under 103, and to bring him in on Monday (in 3 days), but that he should be fine.

"You still cold baby?" I asked as I helped him into our house and onto the couch.

"Sorta," he said, even though I could see him shaking.

"Okay, try to get some sleep," I said, kissing his forehead and covering him in lots of blankets.

I'm so glad that he's alright.

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Ta-da