Niall's POV

It was 10:00 and I had taken my medicine, and was now getting ready for bed.
I brushed my teeth, and started pulling back the covers of my bed.
I bent over to grab a pillow that had fallen astray when I began coughing.
But this time, it was different.
I had never coughed this hard before, and I could barely breath between coughs.
I was sweating, yet I was shivering, and I felt nauseous.
Greg must've heard, because he quickly raced into the room.
"Niall! Are you okay!?" He asked, frantically.
"Call.....Adri-" I managed to choke out.
He nodded quickly, grabbing my phone off my nightstand and dialing her number.
He was shaking, and pacing around the room.
I remained on the floor near my bed, pulling my knees into my chest and gripping the sheet next to me.
My throat was burning and I couldn't stop coughing.
"Adria? Its Greg. Niall is coughing like really terribly and he can't talk and..." Greg began nervously.
"Yes. Ok. Thank you," he quickly hung up, throwing my phone in his pocket and coming over to me.
"Adria is going to come get you but you're going to need to try and stand up, ok?" He said.
I nodded.
Greg took hold of my arm, and carefully pulled me up.
My knees felt weak and I stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
Greg sighed.
He picked me up, grunting as he did so, and carried me down the stairs.
Adria was already here, and raced inside as soon as she saw us.
"Niall!" She cried.
It seemed like every time I saw her she was crying.
Greg set me in the back seat of her car, and sat in the passenger seat.
"You're coming?" Adria asked.
"Of course," he nodded.
The coughing only got worse as we drove.
I looked at the sleeve of my sweatshirt I had been coughing into, and saw it was soaked with blood.
Wonderful, so now I was also coughing up blood.
We arrived at the emergency room, and Adria and Greg led me inside, one of them on either side guarding me.
Adria walked up to the nurse at the counter.
"We need to see a doctor as soon as possible," She said.
"Okay, what's the problem?" She asked, calmly.
"Uh, he was here a few days ago and he was diagnosed with tuberculosis and now he can't stop coughing up blood and he can't talk-" She was speaking quickly and fiddling with the end of her sweater.
"We'll get a doctor out here as soon as possible," the nurse said.
Adria nodded and came to sit next to me.
She rubbed my back soothingly.
Moments later, the same doctor I had seen earlier that week came out and took me into a back room.
Adria's POV:
I sat in the waiting room anxiously tugging at the ends of my sweater, something I always seemed to do when I was nervous.
An hour or so later Greg and I were told we could come see Niall.
I thought it was really sweet of him to have helped Niall like that.
I knew they had never really gotten along.
I raced to the room where Niall was.
He was laying in bed, with needles and tubes poked into several places on his arms.
He looked so helpless, so vulnerable and.. Beautiful.
What was I thinking? We were best friends. I doubted Niall even felt that way...
I shook my head, walking into the room with Greg trailing behind me.
"Are you okay?" I asked quickly, kneeling down beside him and grabbing his hand.
He had dark bags under his eyes and he was still coughing, but not as severely this time.
"Thanks to you," he smiled.
"Don't thank me," I said, looking over at Greg.
He stood awkwardly near the door.
"And thank you. You practically saved my life," he said.
He nodded.
"What did the doctor say?" I asked, turning my attention back to Niall.
"Nothing yet. He should be back any minuet,"
Greg and I sat on the couch near Niall's bed.
I still had a firm grip on his hand.
I texted Harry while we waited for the doctor, and he was on his way too.
The doctor entered the room, and I felt Niall tense up.
"Hello everyone," he greeted.
Before anyone could respond, Harry swung the door open, whacking the doctor in the back in the process.
I did my best to contain my laughter, but Greg began laughing so hard tears were forming in his eyes.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Harry gushed.
The doctor looked upset, but Harry just rushed into the room and sat between Greg and I.
"Nice one," I whispered into his ear.
He laughed, gripping my other hand.
"Anyway," The doctor continued, "it seems that Niall has experienced Antibiotic resistance. Basically, his body has become used to having the disease living in his lungs, and the medicine coming in is being rejected by his lungs, causing things like extreme cough, cold sweats, and blood-tinged sputum, the coughing up of blood,"
NIALL'S POV:
The doctor began listing the symptoms of Antibiotic Resistance and so far they were all spot on, which probably wasn't a good thing.
It hurt immensely to talk, but I did anyway.
"So what does this mean?"
"It means you won't be able to take the medicine anymore. Luckily the reaction you experienced tonight was mild, and you got here right away, but next time, it could be much, much worse,"
Was he trying to scare the crap out of me?
Because he was definitely doing a good job of that.
"So.. If he can't take the medication..." Greg said slowly.
"Well, due to all of the factors leading up to this point-" he began, but I cut him off.
"Would you please cut all the medical talk? Just.. Give it to me straight," I snapped.
"Okay then, Mr.Horan," he began, with more edge to his voice this time, "You want it straight, Ill give it to you straight. The medicine is causing your symptoms to intensify, we're sorry, but there really is nothing we can do about it,"
Yeah, I'm sure he was sorry. He told people day in and day out that they were dying, that there was no hope for them.
The way he said the words to me made me feel like he didn't care. Like he was just reciting a line he had said a million times before. Well, I guess I did ask for it straight.
"So what do I do?" I asked, not looking at him, but keeping my watering eyes fixated on the ground.
"In your stage of the disease, I would say you have about 90 days before your body deteriorates to the point that you're going to need to stay in the hospital. So I suggest you go out and have fun,"
I nodded, and he said he was going to give us all a moment.
It was then I found the strength to look over at everyone on the couch.
Adria had her head in Harry's shoulder, sobbing.
Harry was crying too, and Greg was looking at the ground, sniffling.
"Guys," I said softly, "You can stop crying,"
I felt bad, because I wasn't sad.
I guess I was in a form of shock. The actual idea that I was dying hadn't really sunk in yet.
It hurt me to see that I had caused them to cry.
"Please,"
Adria moved her head to look at me.
She immediately stood up and engulfed me in a tight hug.
I hugged back, with everything I had in me.
I closed my eyes and just let it all sink in.
I was 19. And I was going to die.
I would never get married.
Or have kids.
Or go to college.
Or tell Adria how I felt...
I let a tear slip.
And it would be the first of many.

Notes

Sorry this was so short, I just wanted to have Niall's doctor appt. all it's own thing.
This will be the last update until around Monday however because I am going out of town this weekend. The next chapter should be longer though because I will have time to write on the way there.
So let me know what you thought of Niall's doctor's visit/who your shipping/ whats going to happen.
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Khloe
Ps. as you can see, the chapters here have been named by day ex. 'day one' and so thats how im gonna title the chapters from now on. I dont think this will have 90 chapters, so not every day will be one. Ok im done now. Byeeeeee!:)