One Direction Sickfics

Niall fever- for Xyliam77

"It's really not that bad, I don't need to go to the hospital," Niall complained as he was ushered away from the crowd with the rest of the band.

"It needs stitches Niall." Quinn, one of the main management crew told him sternly, "you do need to go."

"But it's just a little cut, I'll live!" Niall stubbornly protested. 

They had moved further away from everybody now and walls separated them and the screaming crowd so it was more quiet than it had been minutes before.

Louis shrugged and tugged his pants up a bit as they walked, "but it's on your head Ni, you might be concussed or something."

"You did fall off the stage," Harry reminded him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Niall rolled his eyes, "honestly I'm fine."

"We're going, quit whining and hold that gauze on," Quinn ordered as he pushed them all out the back door where a van was already waiting.

Niall tried on last time, "please Quinn, I'm perfectly fine to go back on stage."

 He was seriously considering getting down on his knees and begging. He felt like he was being babied and he didn't like it, why couldn't he just see that he could deal with a little scratch? It barely hurt anyway.

"Shut up Blondie, get in the van. It's for the best."

 Quinn's sharp features had softened slightly and Niall sighed, "alright."

"Good." Quinn nodded, a small smile creeping over his face, " please take them to the hospital Reid, get the Irish one stitched up." 

"I can do that." Reid grinned cheerfully, "alright, load in lads."

They did as they were told, even Niall.

***

"I'll give it a quick clean before we get started with the needle, sweetie." 

The older lady who was looking after Niall had decided that he was concussion free but did need some stitches as the cut was still bleeding and was fairly deep.

 Niall grinned at her perkily, "sounds good, Jane."

"She's out of your league Ni, stop it," Liam teased.

Jane laughed as she picked up what Niall assumed was disinfectant or something. Obviously not the kind you wipe tables down with.

They'd made it to the hospital a couple of hours ago but had only been invited to be checked out about ten minutes ago. Niall didn't want to be at the hospital in the first place but he refused to use the celebrity card and push in front of the line. That wasn't like him at all, especially when all he had was a cut.

"Okay, this might hurt a bit, sorry sweet."

 Jane pressed a soaked piece of material over the cut and the pain was similar to the feeling of getting lemon juice in a paper cut, except over a larger area. Niall huffed and bit his lip.

"All done, looks better already."

 Jane smiled as she threw away the gauze thing.

"Because you're a fantastic nurse," Harry complimented with an easy grin. 

A four of them were perched on the same bed while Jane busied herself around Niall.

 Jane chuckled as she sterilised the hook shaped needle, "you're all are quite precious you know?"

It was all over rather quickly, Jane chattered away as she stitched up Niall's head and he found that he barely felt the needle sliding through his skin at all.