Authors' Note: This will be a co written story. PrettyLittleMisfits and I have contributed to this chapter together. Hope you enjoy the first chapter and the rest of the story to come. This is my very first Misfits story, but it is not PrettyLittleMisfits first. Anyways, hope you like what we wrote.

Chapter 1

Nathan woke up in the morning and the first thing he wanted to do was run to the bathroom and it's exactly what he did. He didn't eat that much prior to the morning, but whatever he did eat had to be thrown up. Nathan's mother checked on him to make sure he was okay. He nodded feeling a little better. "I'll get you some tea," his mother assured. She made him some tea and he came downstairs stretching and still feeling slightly nauseous. "What did you eat yesterday?" his mother asked feeling his forehead. He didn't have a fever so that was good.

Nathan thought about it. An image of a bagel and a burger popped in his head. It was probably the only thing he had and plus a beer. "A burger and a bagel," he answered.
"And what else?"
"A can of beer?"
"And..."
"If you count eating a girl out," he chuckled though that didn't really happen.
His mother just rolled her eyes at her son's crude humor. Nathan sipped his tea.
The phone rang and his mother answered it. She looked at Nathan. "I have to go sweetheart."
"Where exactly are you going leaving me here to shag all alone?"
"Going to the office. I will see you," she said getting her purse. She kissed him bye and left the house.
Nathan finished the rest of the tea. Suddenly, he felt like he had to go throw up all over again.

"Geezus!" he ran to the bathroom and threw up in the unflushed toilet. That made him throw up all over again.

Nathan groaned as he put a hand to his head. He felt awful. It was like the worst hangover ever. And he'd had some bad ones. "Jesus Christ" he muttered, as he lifted his head up from the toilet and looked around. His vision felt blurred, like he'd been shaken up and down a million times. He'd never felt like this before. He gave himself a mental shake and tried to pull himself together. He could be out, causing trouble like he usually did. But instead he was curled up, in a dirty bathroom, throwing up and acting like an idiot. Nobody could know that, Nathan Young, the mouthiest boy in the world, was acting like a pussy. He stood up and paced around the room, stopping at the tiny mirror that was on the wall. He peeked into it, and his eyes widened. His normally bouncy curls stuck to his head, and he looked pale and washed out. What the hell was happening? He swallowed, and brushed it off. It was probably just a bug. Nothing serious… or at least, he hoped it was nothing serious.

Nathan took a shower. The hot shower soothed his body. He did feel better. He then dressed in some fresh clothes and proceeded out the house. Community service was over for him, so it was like something was missing. For those past weeks, it was a blast dressing in orange jumpsuits and having fun times with the gang.

He missed them.

Nathan wandered along the estate, not quite knowing what to do with himself. As sad as it sounded, Community Service had made his days...well, fun. Even if it was doing mindless shitty jobs, he still missed it. Nathan sort of hoped he could do it all again. He sat down, and pulled his phone out. He thought about it. Who could he actually text? Alisha, Kelly and Curtis wouldn't be interested. And Simon would be nice, because that was all Simon knew. He was nice to everyone, even if they didn't deserve it. Nathan knew he didn't deserve Simon's kindness, especially after all the names he called him. Just then, he felt a stab of pain, and he dropped his phone. It fell to the ground with a tiny cracking sound.

"Shit" Nathan growled, as he tried to hold himself together. He felt like complete shit. He knew his mum probably wouldn't buy him a new phone. He could almost hear her voice in his head, saying things like 'phones don't just break themselves, you know', and 'i'm not buying you a new one, its your fault for breaking it'. Nathan heaved a deep sigh which made his stomach ache. He looked down at his broken phone and gave it a kick. There was no point in trying to mend it. It was fucked.

Nathan decided to walk to the nearest pub. Maybe he needed a good drink or two. He would feel so much better. He wondered if Alisha and Curtis still worked there. They could get him a free drink. He went to the pub. Alisha was sweeping, but Curtis wasn't around. She looked up at him and cracked a small smile, "Hey."

"Hey," Nathan said, but then he felt queasy and lightheaded. "Woahh are you okay?" Alisha asked concerned as she noticed something was off about him. He looked a little sickly.

"I'm okay," he said trying to sit down, but end up fainting.

Alisha let out a little yelp. She ran forward and grabbed Nathan. She was so thankful she'd gotten rid of her power, and that she could actually touch him. "Curtis!" she yelled, but there was no reply. Where the fuck was he? She looked down at the almost lifeless Nathan in her arms, and gulped. He was normally so... lively, and now he looked, well, she didn't want to say it, but he looked dead. She put a hand to his head, and winced when she found it was boiling hot. Curtis skidded into the room, and looked at the two of them. "What the fuck is going on?" he asked. "What has happened to the prick?"

Alisha let out a little noise which sounded like an animal being trodden on. "I don't know" she cried, before looking down at him. He looked terrible.

Curtis called an ambulance and the ambulance was on its way. Nathan awoke from fainting. He felt out of it. Just then the ambulance arrived. Alisha explained what happened. The paramedics helped him to a stretcher.

Nathan looked around the ambulance, bleary eyed. Alisha had come with him, and she was looking at the various equipment in the ambulance, and looking slightly nervous. It was like she thought they were going to inject her with something. She held onto Nathan's hand tightly as the van bumped down the road. He squeezed it back, but it was forced. He didn't feel strong enough. He just wanted to sleep, but the paramedics said he couldn't. They wanted to check up on him, and sleeping could be dangerous. Nathan had been too weak to argue, and had just silently sworn. He struggled to keep his eyes open as they arrived at the hospital.

Nathan sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the hospital and blinked. He was surrounded by people, but it felt like it was just him and Alisha of course, who was still clinging onto him. She kept tightening her grip on his hand, like she thought he was going to run away if she didn't. But to be honest, he didn't feel like going anywhere. He was quite content on just staying right here, halfway between falling asleep and being awake. It was like some kind of dreamland, and he wasn't complaining. He slowly closed one eye, and then the other. The paramedics told him not to sleep, but fuck them. They couldn't tell him what to do. A voice made Nathan jump, and he quickly opened his eyes. Alisha was shaking him.

"W-what?" Nathan mumbled his voice deep and sleepy. Alisha looked like she was about to faint. "You're not meant to be sleeping! Do you know how worried I was?" she half shrieked, and Nathan rolled his eyes. "Jesus christ, calm down woman." he muttered, and Alisha scowled. She continued to glare and scowl at him until a door next to them opening caught her attention. She half lifted Nathan up and pulled him along and into the room. A doctor looked them up and down, as he motioned for them to sit. Nathan looked around the room, and wanted to laugh.

Painted animals and Disney characters covered the walls, and toys were scattered across the floor. They had put him in a children's room. He held back a snigger, and instead muttered, "I'm not that childish, am I?"

He looked at Alisha who was nodding her head. "You really really are" she teased, and Nathan mocked serious offence. It was a nice feeling that, even though he was stuck in a hospital feeling like he was going to throw up, he could still joke around with his friends even though Alisha would always deny the two of them being friends.

"My name is Dr. Stevens," he introduced.

"Well hello, Mr. Doc," Nathan said with a sly smile.

Dr. Stevens looked at his chart. "So you fainted?"

Nathan sighed. Had he fainted? He could barely remember the past few hours. It had been a blur. "Yeah, I guess you could say that" he mumbled, and the doctor raised an eyebrow. "So, how do you feel now?" the doctor asked, a slight tone of annoyance to his voice.

He wasn't used to dealing with patients who didn't want to be helped. Nathan groaned. "I feel like shit" he said simply, and the doctor raised his eyebrow higher.

"Mhm," he mumbled, before writing something down. Nathan strained and sat up in his seat to see what he was writing, but Dr. Stevens covered his notebook with his hand. Nathan sighed. This totally reminded him of going to school in Ireland, when he would sit next to the class nerd, and try to copy their work. They would always hide their work with their hand. "What about teamwork, eh?" he would ask, but they would never let him copy them. Unhelpful bastards. Anyway, Nathan sat back in his seat, and played with his fingers. How long was this going to take?

The doctor looked at him for a moment. A moment too long for Nathan's liking. "What? Are you checking me out or something?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Dr Stevens quickly broke eye contact, and mumbled something along the lines of "no, no, uh, of course not", before snapping his notebook shut and walking out the room. Alisha stared at Nathan. "He's trying to help you, and you accuse him of 'checking you out'!" she finished with a loud sigh, and Nathan rolled his eyes. "I didn't ask for his help, did I- Jesus!" A sharp pain hit Nathan like a bullet, and he winced. Don't cry, don't fucking cry, he told himself, but he couldn't help it. A small tear escaped the corner of his eye, and slid down his cheek. Fucking brilliant, he thought to himself. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he hoped the pain would stop… or at least subside soon.

The doctor came back with something and he didn't like what he saw. "Oh great a needle!"

"We need to do some blood work," the doctor said. He pulled up Nathan's sleeve up and wiped it with alcohol.

He then took his blood and then covered the area with a bandage.

Nathan winced again. He really didn't like needles. Actually, scratch that, he hated needles with a burning passion that nobody would ever quite understand. Especially Alisha, who now was staring at him, mouth wide open. "What is wrong with you?" she cried, as she watched

Nathan pulled at his bandage. Nathan sighed. "Close your mouth, you're gonna let flies in if you keep it open like that" he teased, before adding "Besides, I don't think anybody loves needles, do you?" Alisha shook her head, and Nathan smiled, satisfied. "See? So excuse me for not wanting to be poked and prodded with sharp objects" he finished with a growl, and Alisha sighed. He'd made his point pretty clear.

"When will I know the results, Doc?" Nathan questioned Dr. Stevens.

The doctor sighed and gave his temples a dramatic rub, as he sat down. "It should only take a little while" he said quietly, as he readjusted Nathan's bandage. Nathan tried smacking him away, but gave up when he saw it was no use. "It will take two days… maximum". Nathan chewed on his lip. Two days? So he had two days of unbearable pain to look forward too. Fucking great.

"What seems to hurt?" the doctor asked concerned examining him.

"Everything" Nathan replied dramatically, before sitting back in his seat. "So, I guess I'll see you in two days then, won't I?" he snapped, before adding sarcastically "Lucky me"

"I could prescribe something for the pain," the doctor wrote something down.

Nathan didn't want to agree with the doctor, but Alisha was nodding her head, and motioning for him to agree to medicine, so he sighed and gave a quick nod. "Yeah, that would be good" he said as politely as possible.

Nathan got up. "Let me know if anything else happens," Dr. Stevens said giving him the prescription.

"Will do Doc" Nathan laughed, as he gave a small salute. He stood up and made his way to the door, Alisha at his heel.

Alisha and Nathan decided to walk to his house. "Shouldn't you be going back to work?" Nathan answered. She shrugged.
"Sick of Curtis rambling about his failed athletics career?" he sympathized, a sarcastic tone to his voice. Alisha rolled her eyes. "No, actually. I'd just rather not go back to there. It's a shitty place"

She folded her arms across her chest and glared at Nathan. He chewed on his lip. "Well, what about Barry? I thought you lived with him?" he asked, and Alisha nodded. "Simon" she corrected him, before adding, "And yeah, I do. But he's too busy training, and doing free running shit" she tightened her arms around herself, and waited for Nathan to answer. He was probably going to come out with some cocky reply. He usually did.

But he didn't. They continued to walk in silence. Nathan forgot about getting his prescription, but thought maybe he would be okay without getting it. They arrived at his house. He was surprised to see his mother there cooking in the kitchen. "Well hello," his mother greeted with a smile. "The hospital didn't contact you?" he questioned. She looked confused.

No, they didn't" she said, a questioning tone to her voice. "

Why, shouldn't they have?" Nathan sighed, and looked at Alisha to explain.

Alisha pushed her golden brown curls of her face and started to talk. "Well, Mrs. Young, Nathan hasn't been very ... well, lately."

Nathan wanted to laugh at Alisha's formal approach. She was never normally like this. Hell, from the stories he'd been told, she could be a bitch when she wanted to be. Nathan gave a laugh and his mum looked at him like he was mad. Maybe he was. He abruptly stopped laughing and looked down at his hands. Alisha finished explaining and Nathan felt a pang of guilt when he saw the corners of his mums eyes droop, and pull down at the sides in concern. She always got so worried.

Suddenly, Nathan felt a sharp pain. He kneeled down. His mother rushed over. "ow!"

"Nathan!" she tried to hold him up, but she fell under his weight. He collapsed, and Alisha shrieked.

"Call the ambulance," Nathan's mother instructed Alisha. Alisha did so for the second time the same day. He was just at the hospital. What could be wrong with him?

The hospital instructed them to put him into bed, and that there was nothing they could do. Fucking useless, Alisha thought as she and Nathan's mum hoisted him up the stairs and into his bed. Alisha chewed on her lip, and eventually left, leaving a sleeping Nathan and his worried mother to themselves.