Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

We arrive back in London on a typical London day, cold and raining. Liam's hand never leaving me, the look of concern in his eyes upsets me. He is on the phone with his mum, yes, talking about me.
Three nights ago the chef prepared us separate entrees and seems I have gotten food poisoning from mine. I am beyond weak and nothing has stayed down.
I know the cab is not taking us home, its going to the hospital. Liam has called ahead so we are to be taken in and taken back immediately so as not to draw attention. Right now, I don't care. I feel every bump and curve in the road, the nausea never leaves.
We arrive and an attendant comes out with a wheel chair, I'm too weak to walk. A blanket is draped over me and we are rushed in.
I am helped up onto the bed and blood is drawn, I'm past caring. Liam holds my hand, never letting it go.
I succumb to sleep.
I wake up to see the doctor enter the room, the nurse lifts the head of the bed and starts looking for a vein to start an IV, I'm extremely dehydrated. He talks while she works.
He tells Liam my vitamin levels and assures him I am fine. Just the nine month flu.

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