One Direction Sickfics

Louis sick

 Old Mr Carlisle smiled up at me with his misty eyes, colour heightened with age, "you're such a lovely girl, Miss Amelia."

"And you're a sweet old man but a hell of a suck up, Mr Carlisle," I said, chuckling as I gently extracted the needle from his arm and placed it on the cart next to me. 

The man let out a raspy laugh and nodded, "caught me there."

"Well, that's you done for-" 

My pocket started vibrating and I frowned, looking down in confusion. My phone. Now I just felt stupid. What else could it have been?

I decided to just let it ring while I finished up with Mr Carlisle and then give whoever it was a call back afterwards.

"Is everything okay, Miss?" Mr Carlisle asked, bushy grey eyebrows raised as he slowly pulled his sleeve back down over his tanned and wrinkled arm.

"Everything's just fine, I'll pack up and get out of your hair," I replied, letting the phone continue to ring. I'd ring whoever it was back when I left the room.

 Mr Carlisle smiled, blue eyes crinkling, "take your time, I like having you around."

"Mrs Gallagher is waiting for you out in the lounge, she says you two have plans for today," I teased. For elderly, the people around here got around just fine.

Especially Mr Carlisle, he was biggest flirt in the place.

 He sighed with a content grin, "ah yes, little Betty."

 I waved and pushed the trolley through the door, "I'll be back to see you tomorrow Mr Carlisle, have a good day!"

"I'll be waiting!" Came the usual reply.

My phone started ringing again, with Louis' name lit up on the screen, and I stepped outside under the verandah and pressed the answer button, holding it to my ear as I tightened my pony-tail.

"Hey Lou, what's going on?" I chirped happily. I didn't usually hear from him during the day so it was nice to get a call from him. Maybe he was having a break or something.

"I need you, Lia," came the familiar voice from the other end of the line. Surely he wasn't drunk? He was meant to be working. Louis wasn't usually a day drinker anyway.

"Babe, I'm working, and so are you. Why do you need me?"

"I'm at home, I'm sick and I'm dying and I need you!" Louis replied with a whine in his voice. Yeah, that made more sense than the drinking thing. He wasn't sick very often so it was surprising.

"I don't know Lou, I'm really busy, are you really that sick? Can you handle it?" 

I felt terrible leaving him hanging like that but I was being paid to work, not disappear.

"Lia, I can't-" 

Then he broke of into a series of coughs that sounded like they were cracking his ribs open. I cringed.

 He finished in a choppy voice once he'd caught his breath, "I can't move."

"You sound terrible," I stated, weighing up my options. I could ask to leave. That might be taken as rudeness though, even if it was to look after Louis.

"I feel worse, please Beautiful?" he pleaded and even over the phone I found that I had no choice but to give in.

"Okay Lou, just sit tight, I should be home in fifteen minutes or so," I replied with a bite of my lip, wondering how it was going to go through with my boss. I hadn't taken a single registered day off since I started, I didn't know how he was about it.