Harry's P.O.V

I walked to the break room, relieved that I could finally get a break. I loved my job as a nurse/ doctor/ working in the ER, but it can get in control of so much in your life.

I got in the break room, going to the fridge and pulling out my Diet Coke, laying down on the couch and pulling my phone out, scrolling through my Instagram.

As I was about to take a nap, I heard Niall burst through the door, "Hey mate, could you take my client?"

I looked at Niall through my sleep deprived eyes, "What do you mean?"

"This lad is coming in for something. Can you take that appointment?" He asked, his eyes begging.

"Why should I?" I tiredly complained, taking a swig of my drink.

"Cause I have to go to my grandparents funeral." He said, staring at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world

"Um, okay." I said, unsure.

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The day of the appointment came sooner than I would have liked. It's not that I didn't want to help someone out, it was just that I was scared to take over one of Niall's clients.

Niall seemed to have special clients ranging from malaria to cancer. I knew that this one would most likely be the same.

I sighed, taking the sheet that I needed to see what was wrong this time.

'Louis Tomlinson

Age: 15

Height: 5'3

Weight: 105

Medical Conditions: none

Reason for being here: high fever, headaches, stomachaches, sore throat, shaky hands, sweats, dizzy spells, nausea, fatigue (A.N. IDK! DON'T HATE ME!!)

I curiously looked at it, I've never in a million years have seen a patient with these types of symptoms. I then had them call the patient, Louis Tomlinson, to the examining room.

Louis' P.O.V.

I sat there in the bed iin the examining room, bouncing my leg up and down. I glanced over to my mum, who placed her hand gently on my knee, "Just relax Boo, it'll be alright."

I merely nodded in response, chewing on my fingernails. As I waited I zoned out, because before I knew it the doctor was in the room. His name tag read 'Dr. Styles'.

My mum and him talked for a bit, before wanting to take a look at me, "So Louis can you please open your mouth. I'm going to take a look in there."

I nodded, opening my mouth, wishing I could have kept down that water this morning. Then he checked in my ears.

After a bit her left to go do some tests, I was extremly scared. I knew that what I had was uncommon. He came back in and asked me to stand up, and hold on to him if I needed too. I slowly got up, my whole body aching. When I finally got up I started to feel a dizzy spell, so I clung onto him tighly, never letting go. I felt nauseous, but let my head rest on his shoulder, a mind killing headache taking over, "Do you feel sick?" He asked me, totally concerned.

"Yeah." I replied, my voice super scratchy and deeper than my normal voice.

He put me back on the bed, my mum rushing over to my side. Harry heard a beep on his computer, so he went over and checked it out, "Wel Mrs. Tomlinson, would it be okay if we kept Louis for a couple weeks?"

"What do you mean?" She asked him, totally taken aback.

"He has peripheral neuropathy." He explained, "It's very uncommon in the medical field, and the medicine takes a while to make."

Notes

I barely know a thing about the medical stuff, so please be kind! Also I'm going to be doing Louis' P.O.V for the rest of the story cause I feel most comfortable writing in his perspective.