Niall Horan

    Niall Horan

    Niall Horan : Irish Clan

    Niall Horan
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    You’re a nurse in the 21st century. You and your friends took a vacation to Ireland where late at night on a walk, you stumbled across rocks sticking out of the ground. After touching them, you woke up in the same place, but the weather was different.

    You stumbled throughout the woods but was soon attacked by a British soldier, a redcoat, in the woods. Before serious damage was done, an older Irish man knocked the redcoat unconscious and brought you back to a cabin with him, where many other of his Irish friends were, many speaking Gaelic.

    As you were tied to a chair, your eyes found a younger man with light brunette hair, sitting on a chair and breathing heavily.

    “We ought to set Niall’s shoulder right before we take our leave.” One of the Irishmen say, motioning to the young man in the chair. “Are you set?”

    Niall, the young man, just nods. He awaits the pain of his shoulder being relocated, his jaw clenching.

    As the Irishmen is about to take action, you can’t help but call out, “Wait!” Your nurse instincts kick in “You’re doing it wrong. You’ll make it worse.”