Your P.O.V.
I woke up to loud coughing and looked to see y/b/f/n still asleep beside me. I yawned and then got up silently, grabbing my phone and heading up to Zayn's room. I knocked on the door.
"Ishoo! Ashoo! Comb in."
He had a tissue up to his nose.
"You look terrible," I told him.
He whimpered a little and then started coughing.
"Your mom wants to Skype you."
He nodded and then got up, but started stumbling.
"Oh no you don't," I exclaimed and helped him back into bed, "You're staying in bed."
I went over and got his laptop, then placed it on his lap and sat down in the chair beside his bed. He pressed his mom's contact and soon enough she popped up on the screen.
"Hey y/n, hey baby," she said.
"Hey mommy," Zayn said.
"I heard you were sick sweetie."
He nodded and turned away to sneeze into the crook of his arm, "Ishoo! Ishoo! Ishoo! Ashoo! Ashoo! Ishoo! Ash!"
He started coughing and wheezing after he was done having a sneezing attack. He whimpered.
"Did you take any medicine," Trisha asked.
He shook his head.
"I'll go get the DayQuil," I said and then got up.
I went and got it, pouring a cap for him and then bringing it out to him. He downed it.
"You look miserable," Trisha frowned.
"I don't feel good at all," he said sounding like he was on the verge of tears.
He started coughing again, sounding like he'd been swallowing nails all day and night. Then he tried to catch his breath. He ran his hands up and down his temples.
"You should go back to bed."
"Ok. Huh...Ishoo! Ishoo! Ishoo! Ashoo! Huh...Eishoo!"
"Bless you."
"Tha'ks."
"Your welcome baby. Um y/n?"
"Yes?"
"Can you call (555) 989- 7535 and ask for a doctor to come and see Zayn?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Ok I'll let you guys go. I love you baby and I hope you feel better."
He whimpered as she blew a kiss. He blew a kiss back and then coughed, the coughs shaking his body and the bed. I ended the call for him.
He fell back against his pillows, "Being sick sucks," and then he started coughing again.
"I know."
"Cuddle," he asked, his eyes glassy.
"Cough or sneeze on me and you're dead Malik."
He smiled and nodded, then lifted his blankets so that I could join him. I snuck a few airborne chewables in my mouth and chewed them. I didn't want to come down with whatever he had. I heard a knock from downstairs and quietly got up, then went down the stairs. Y/b/f/n had beat me to the door.
"Hello," y/b/f/n asked.
"Hello I'm Dr. Timothy Mallard and I have an 11 o' clock appointment with Zayn Javadd Malik."
