In general, waking up is kind of uncomfortable but when someone is leaning over you and shaking your entire body hard enough to give a baby severe brain damage it reaches a whole new level that I was totally unprepared for. I didn't even have time to open my eyes a wall of water hit my face, quickly flooding into every facial hole I had. I sat up choking and spluttering, eyes wide in shock, "What the fuck?!"
As Niall stood back and let out a relieved rush of air Harry wasted no time in attempting to drag me out of bed my my arms.
At first I thought maybe it was meant to be some kind of prank but both of their face were pale in fright and showed no signs of amusement. I ripped out of Harry's grip, stumbled to my feet, and swiped my soaked hair off my forehead, "someone better tell me right now what the hell is going on!"

"I tried to wake- he wouldn't! So still, and- he's breathing but- and hot and-"
I stopped Harry with a shake of my head, "hang on, slow down, you're not making any sense. Take a breath," I offered as I blinked the remaining water out of eyes, "and try again."
Harry's mouth simply opened and closed a few times before he grabbed onto my arms again. This time I allowed him to pull me out of the room as I heard Niall's quiet whisper, "something's wrong with Liam."

The air felt warmer in Liam's room, if that was possible. It was eerily silent, considering Liam usually snored like an elephant and slept with plenty of movement.
"Harry made bacon, we were trying to wake him but he just- wouldn't." Niall squeaked running his hands through his messy hair. It was obvious that it wasn't the first time the action had been completed.
Uncertainly I touched Liam's bare shoulder, poking out from under the blankets. Surely the lads were pulling my leg. Why on earth would Liam simply just not wake?
Beneath my fingertips his skin felt burning hot and instantly I knew why the room was warmer. He was literally throwing off heat waves.
Memories of the night before flooded into my mind. He'd been quieter during recording, and hadn't offered to drive back to the apartment afterwards like he usually did. The food on his plate come dinner time was minuscule and bed time for him last night had been about nine a clock. Early enough to be suspicious.
I crouched down beside the bed and shook him a little more. There was no response so I moved my hand to cup his scorching cheek. Way too hot. He was going to start melting if he got too much hotter. The fever must've been the cause for the bizarre unresponsiveness and I knew that if it was high enough to cause issues like this it was high enough to be dangerous.
Mentally, I was terrified, totally freaking out. I was scared for myself and I was scared for Liam. However, Harry and Niall were right behind me trembling in their socks and I suddenly felt a lot older than them than I actually was. I needed to keep it together for their sake and Liam's, be the older one for once and take charge.

Liam squirmed suddenly and my hand shot back as I gasped in shock. It was nothing but a twitch, and his eyes stayed closed as a bead of sweat traveled down the side of his face. At least he was sweating still, that meant he wasn't so hot he'd literally dried out like a raisin.

"Louis..." Harry muttered, "what do we do?"

I swallowed. I could do this.
"Call an ambulance, he's running way hotter than he's supposed to be. Someone grab the icepacks out of the freezer, some water too maybe? Anything you can think of that'll cool him down. He'll wake if we can just lower his temp." I hoped. I hoped to fucking god he would wake.
Niall stayed dead stiff in the centre of the room as Harry rushed away. His eyes were trained on Liam, full of unshed tears. He shook as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, embracing himself in his own hug.
"Can you get the icepacks Ni?" I raised my brows at him, getting to my feet. I tore Liam's blankets off of him and chucked them on the ground.
Niall gulped, "he said he wasn't feeling well, yesterday, but I didn't know- I didn't think-"
Typical Liam Payne. Mr keep it to himself until he scares the living shit out of his friends and we have to pay for ambulance service. If he wasn't unconscious I would've flicked him on the forehead.
"It's not your fault, and anyway, he's fine Ni. Just a bit hot. Go get the icepacks," I rushed, tugging at the waistband on Liam's pants. Thankfully the dude wore underwear beneath his pajamas. I thought maybe all the movement and voices stirred him but unfortunately not, he still laid there like a rock.

"Ice packs," Niall repeated. He nodded and shakily headed out, leaving me to get Liam onto his back. It was like handling a hunk of meat straight of the oven, as strange as that sounds. I didn't even want to know what the thermometer would say right now. There was no time to waste fiddling with the thing anyway, it was fairly obvious Liam had a fever without it.

While I was alone I tried one last time to shake him awake. The end result was much the same as it had been before, he just laid there.

Harry and Niall came back with the ice packs and a bowl of water, and Harry had the phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear as he answered the questions from the person on the other end of the line in a flustered voice. He kept moving his head around as if they could see him.

Feeling lost, I lamely put an icepack on Liam's chest. I wished I could be more confident in what I was doing but I wasn't a doctor and the only thing I had to go off was logic. Liam was too hot, and ice was cold. That made sense.
Niall plucked the icepack off of Liam and moved it to rest under his right arm. I quirked a brow at him questioningly.
"I watch greys anatomy sometimes, " he stuttered in response.
I wasn't able to crack a smile liked usually would, instead simply gesturing wildly to the the pile of icepacks beginning to soak through the sheets, "take it away then, Dr."

When Liam's eyes opened I had to blink a few times before believing it. It felt like he'd been asleep for a life time, imagining him conscious felt kind of surreal. It was the best case scenario, I honestly hadn't thought he'd wake before the ambulance got to us.
I paused what I was doing, my hand lingering just to the right of his face. I'd been mopping at his forehead and cheeks with a cold cloth hoping that it would have some effect and although it was probably more the work of the icepack I was grateful to see his eyes open. They were glossy and unfocused for a few moments and I knew he must've been confused. I sure as hell would be if I was him.
He slurred out what I could only guess was something of a 'what?' And began struggling on his arms to push himself up. They shook and buckled like mad before I pressed his thumping chest back down. I could literally feel his heart racing. "Don't move Li, relax. We're taking care of it." The last bit came out breathy as I sighed through the words. I was just so relieved.
He groaned and shifted, causing an icepack to slip out of place. Liam's eyes appeared to close again as he peered over his chest to see what we were doing.
"Why didn't you tell me you felt this sick?" Niall asked quietly before shaking his head in instantaneous regret, "never mind. Don't worry about it now. Forget I said anything."
Liam blinked slowly and licked his lips. He looked up at me in confusion, silently asking for an explanation.

"You wouldn't wake up Li, you have a fever and it was just too much for you. We've rung for an ambulance, they'll be here really soon. We're all just a little shook up. You must be cooling off a little, since you're up now, so just try to relax while we wait for the medics."

Liam's mouth opened and closed a couple of times before his lips pursed and he decided to just not say anything. Honestly, it looked like he was about to fall asleep again.

I went back to dabbing his face with the cloth while we waited for someone who actually knew what the hell they were doing to hurry up and get there. At the rate we were going Liam was going to melt into a puddle long before they got there.

"Oh, that's a great idea Haz... Get it going," I nodded as Harry dragged the fan into the room. He shot me a short smile and glanced at Liam before plugging it in and setting it to its highest setting. Liam pushed forward again weakly against my hand. I looked back at him from Harry just in time to see his head turn to the side and lock into place as he vomited up last nights dinner. It was over too quickly for to even think about finding something to catch a potential second round, he hadn't eaten much and throwing up knocked him out again entirely. Eyes shut and muscles tense he was back to being asleep.

Two paramedics came in through the front door and Niall directed them to the bedroom five minutes later. They apologised for being late, explained about the traffic as if that made everything better. I would've caused more of a scene if I hadn't known their time was better spent helping Liam fight off that fever. I needed to see him standing and smiling soon or I'd really start getting scared.

"It looks like you guys were doing an alright job in here without us," the lady with the greying pony tail smiles as she effortlessly slides a needle into Liam's skin. Her partner, a younger man with a beard, nods in agreement, "there's not a lot left for us to do but figure out what caused this. He's running hot, 40 degrees, and that's with all the icepacks. I hate to think what it was before. The temperature seems to be decreasing slowly but I'd still like to take him in."

"Oh definitely," the lady nodded, "it could spike again and I doubt you lads want a rerun of this any time soon?"

I'm shaking my head before she even finishes and so are Niall and Harry, we must look like a bunch of weirdos.

They lack up their gear and then Liam too, somehow getting him down to the ambulance all on their own. We did offer to help, we're not that rude, but they assured us they had it and by the looks of it they did. We were told to meet them there and as strange as it felt leaving Liam in the hands of strangers we rushed to the car and sped to the hospital, making sure that there was the least time possible where he was on his own.

Although Liam was still asleep when we found him the fever had continued to drop and it was even safe enough for him to be in a normal room rather than the emergency part. Turns out throwing up was the best thing he could've done, seeing that he was having a bad reaction to something in the fancy headache pills he'd taken yesterday morning, afternoon, and night. Three doses of the stuff was almost enough to cook him from the inside out.

It seemed silly that a few little pills could cause such a hassle but when Liam kept apologising over it the rest of us assured him that it wasn't, and that we were just glad that he was okay. He felt bad for scaring us and even though we all said were okay, that we'd had it under wraps, I knew that it'd be fear instilled in us for life. Knowing that one morning someone you care about simply might just not wait up is terrifying and now I've seen that it actually could become a reality I'm almost afraid to go to sleep at all.
That night Liam stayed in the hospital and we all napped on chairs around the room, despite his protests. It was dark and silent until Niall spoke up, "is anyone awake?"
Harry grunted.
"Yeah," I murmured.
Unsurprisingly there was nothing from Liam. He'd had a long day.

"What if he doesn't wake up in the morning? What if one of you don't wake up? What if I don't wake up?"

I paused for s moment to collect the words I want to say, "if one of us doesn't wake Ni, there's always going to be three more of us to make sure we get there in the end."

It went silent again and this time it lasts until the sunlight begins creeping in through the curtains.

Enjoy? Another one that's a bit different, and for some reason also a bit difficult to write. The request didn't come with a specific lad to write about so I did Liam, because i haven't for while. I hope that's okay with you:)
The next request is for: CSI_Miami