What a feeling

What a feeling (Part 3)

AS PER REQUEST; ANOTHER PART TO.. WHAT A FEELING ❤️

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Things were progressing from bad to worse..
Not only just for Niall, but for everyone.. For everyone who had to be involved in the process of aiding Niall whilst he was supposed to be getting better. Unfortunately, that's not how things were going. He wasn't getting better at all.. They were all exhausted from the sleepless nights they'd had, going on four days now.. And Niall was a downright mess! He'd been purely been living on Hydralytes and ice blocks.. The last meal he'd had was a bowl of soup while the boys were on stage a night ago.. Though he'd thrown it up hours later by himself in his bunk and he'd hated it.. Hated being alone while feeling like that. Feeling like this! He still felt like it! He felt worse if anything! Fucking so worse as he lay on the couch at the front of the bus, staring at the same floor carpet and the same day time television.. If he wasn't so sick, he'd probably have gone mad already. But he wasn't bored - he was wrecked. By now, he knew that even making a trip to the loo would require assistance. As embarrassing as it was, he'd needed help with absolutely everything these past few days. The boys were the ones to be there for him, and Niall hoped their patience wouldn't run thin.. Because this sickness wasn't letting up anytime soon.

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"When was the last time you took his temperature?" Louis had his palm flat to Nialls forehead, as he spoke to Liam who was busy heating soup around the corner. They'd all started doing that.. Talking to each other as though Niall wasn't even in the room. It was obvious they were too far gone with worry to care about implementing manners.. And honestly, Niall was too far gone in his own world of pain to care. He watched from hooded eyes as Liam zipped around the corner holding out the thermometer, thrusting it towards Louis with obvious instruction.

"Early this morning.. It was 38.8.. It can't get above 39.4 they said.. Can you wet that washer for his face again please?"

Though Niall couldn't concentrate on much, he could hear the anxiety in Liam's voice and he could make out the etched lines in Louis' brow. He knew they were stressing and trying not to show it.. Though it wasn't really working.

"Just gonna slip this under here babe.. There we go.. Aren't you a good boy.."

Louis ducked his head to press his lips against Nialls forehead, leaving them there until the thermometer beeped from underneath his armpit.
Niall waited as Louis retrieved the device and held it up to view. The frown had only deepened on his older friends face as he read the numbers that flashed before him. Louis glanced up towards Niall, maybe to check he was still alive, and gave him a reassuring smile.

"You're okay babe.. I'm gonna get you that washer.. One second.."

He planted another quick kiss to Nialls nose before darting off towards the kitchenette. Obviously not fetching the washer, but rushing to Liam's side instead. Niall tried to listen to their voices, but they were too low, murmuring urgently under their breath - whispering as though they were telling secrets. Maybe there were.. Niall didn't know.. He hoped they weren't talking about him.. But he feared they were. He wanted to call to them.. To ask them what was wrong.. But he feared his voice would come out upside down.. He feared the roof was going to cave in on him if he moved. The colour of the carpet was not as he remembered it was hours ago.. It was mottled.. Moving dots.. Rainbow dots.. Swirling sideways across the ground before going stagnant and switching directions.. Moving vertically now, up and down, side to side. It was nauseating to watch, and Niall closed his eyes to block the view.. But they followed him there. He could see it against the back of his eyelids - a black canvas with a kaleidoscope pattern, swirling around and around, in multitudes of colours. Every little sound was magnified to his ears.. There was a buzz, a constant vibration wreaking havoc in his head, and he couldn't get himself out of this trip.