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I was lying in bed the rest of the day, not really wanting to do anything or even move. Niall would come in and out of the room, sometimes talking to my mum or Louis on the phone.
He's trying to take off and come home but his boss kept pulling him back. Although he said he was going to try. Niall assured him he was going to take care of me and mum, of course, wouldn't stop calling. She'd ring him up every thirty minutes, telling him to make me drink a lot of water.
"Your mum said I'm taking you to hospital if your fever doesn't break by morning." Niall tells me as he changes the towel on my forehead.
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." I say, coughing even more. The cough is getting more painful than the fever and nausea.
"Louis' really worried about you." He says sadly. He chuckled sadly then puts the towel on my forehead. "I've never heard him so worried."
"I have," I say almost immediately. I can almost imagine him pacing back and forth at the camp, waiting for his phone to ring. "He doesn't take it lightly."
He chuckles and nods. "That shows how much he cares." He says.
I smile at Niall and pity him at the same time. Every time I look at him, all I can think of is Carrie and he leaving him without a word. It's been years but did time heal that wound.
"Can you tell me something?" I ask him. He nods and gives me a weak smile. "What happened with Carrie?"
His smile falters. "She left. That's it. She didn't say anything, she just left." He says sadly. He cared about her.
I reach over and squeeze his hand. "No, it's okay. I got over it." He says but that was a total load of bullshit. He knows he's still holding on to that. I know Carrie would simply push it aside and pretend it never happened but for Niall, that's not the case. "I probably didn't meet her standards-"
"So?" I cut him off. "Niall, you're great. You're fantastic. Anyone would be lucky to have you and Carrie's crazy not to have seen that."
His cheeks turn bright red. I have a feeling he's one who doesn't get compliments often. He fumbles over the cloth and hastily drops it in the tub. Nervously, he scratches the back of his neck and grabs the thermometer on the night stand.
"We should check your temperature." He says hastily.
He checks my temperature and paces impatiently for the minutes to go by. When he sees it, his eyes widen and glances down at me.
"What? How high is it?" I ask him.
"Its high enough to send you to the hospital, Meg." He says, looking like he's about to go mad.
"Are you over reacting?" I ask and he shakes his head before I can finish my sentence.
"If anything happens to you, Louis' going to kill me. Your mum told me if your temperature gets too high, it's more unsafe for you and your baby."
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When we reached the hospital, the doctors immediately hooked me up to an IV and ran all tests known to man. Since my case is not that bad, I hope it's not that bad, I wasn't given a private room and Niall was able to wait with me.
The kids are all under the care of Holly and Alex but Blaine refused to stay and came to the hospital with us. Right now, he's sat beside Niall, who's silently freaking out, anxiously waiting a call from his dad.
Blaine nearly jumped when his phone rang but sighed only to see its a different person. I saw the caller name and can't help but smile. He ends the call and sheepishly put his phone in his pocket, pretending nothing happened.

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Spitting Image • TFC 3.0 • l.t. au
Fanfiction✔️ COMPLETE ✔️ From the young troubled woman, struggling to find herself, Meg comes back stronger than ever. With a profession she loves, her husband who understands her more than anyone and her three year old son she loves so much, life is beautifu...