5sos imagines

You are sicky wicky (Michael)

I opened my eyes and sat up. My head pounded with pressure. I couldn't breathe out of my nose. My face felt big and puffy. My throat was sore and my voice was hoarse. I walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror: my face was red and splotchy, I was super pale, my eyes were glassy and dull,and my nose was red. I reached up and felt my forehead. I couldn't tell. I groaned walked over to Mikey. he was sleeping peacefully. "Michael... Mikey wake up please I need you." I croaked my voice barley audible. He stretched and sat up. "Yea babe- you look awful you feeling okay?" Mikey asked. "No can you feel my forehead?" I asked my voice barley there. Michael layed a cool hand across my forehead. "Babe you're burning up... I'm going to get the thermometer." Mikey said walking to the kitchen a concerned look on his face. I layed back on the pillows. "Here open." Mikey said holding the metal stick to my mouth. I opened my mouth and Michael gently slipped the thermometer under my toungue. When the thermometer beeped Mikey took it and glanced at it. "What's my temp?" I croaked. "100.7 you're one sicky wicky." Michael said placing a cool flannel on my forehead. "I'm going to the kitchen to get you some medicine just get comfy." Mikey said walking away. He returned with a glass of gingerale and some ibeprohen. I swallowed them and placed the glass on my nightstand. "I would stay home with you but were recording vocals today... I'm required to be there... I'll be home as soon as I can." Mikey said placing a kiss on my burning forehead. "Go on I'll be fin-" my voice goes away completely. Mikey grabs a mini whiteboard and marker. "Here use this to communicate." Mikey said. I wrote out "Go one I'll be fine I've been sick before." "Aw babe I love you. and I'll miss you while I'm at the studio." Mikey said. I offered a weak smile and a nod. Mikey left and I went back to sleep. When I woke I felt a warm arm draped around my waist. I rolled over and came face to face with a slumbering Mikey. I smiled and opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out. I brushed my fingers lightly over Mikey's cheek. I slid his arm off and went to stand up. "Babe no let me tell me what you need." Mikey said grabbing my arm. I grabbed the whiteboard and wrote out: Movie and a pizza? "Of course if that's what you want... What movie?" I wrote out: The Fault in Our Stars? "Okay." Mikey said. We cuddled and watched movies for the rest of the day.