I woke up, feeling the nausea churn inside my stomach. I groaned, clutching my stomach. My head was pounding, my heart racing, my skin as hot as fire.
"Louis," Harry called, "feeling any better?" I sat up slowly, instantly regretting it. I jumped up, rushing to the trash can, the closest thing to me. I could feel Harry's sprinting footsteps as he raced to my room. I hugged the trash can, gagging my empty stomach.
"I'm getting you to a doctor," He said, getting up. "Ya'll right?" I nodded, rubbing my head. I slowly got up, walking groggily to my bed. I managed to climb in, getting under the sheets, which smelled like sweat. I scrunched my nose.
"Do we have any more sheets?" I asked hoarsely.
"No. You have them all." I groaned softly. He sighed, walking away, shutting the door silently. I coughed, making my lungs feel like they were squished by an elephant. I rubbed my head, willing myself to fall asleep.

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Harry's POV
"How is he?" Zayn asked, leaning against the arm of the couch. I sighed.
"Worse. He practically lost a lung." They sighed.
"I'm calling Dr. Germane." Liam said. I nodded as he walked away. Niall was looking out the window, shoulders shaking.
"Niall? You, okay?" I asked. He froze, hesitantly nodding. His shoulders started shaking more, his breaths becoming deeper, shoulders sinking and rising higher. I walked over to him, laying my hand on his arm. He looked away.
"Ah, man. Its okay. He just has the...flu." Zayn said. I couldn't tell if he knew if he was right, or if he hoped he was. Niall nodded, trembling. I walked over to where he was looking. Tears streamed down his face. I sighed, pulling him into a hug. Niall stood frozen, but quickly broke down in tears.
"We can't lose him! We can't!" He sobbed. A lump began climbing in my throat as he sobbed, repeating to himself, we can't lose him. We can't.

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