Michael Clifford sickfics

Cold

Michael
I woke up feeling gross, my throat was sore and my nose was stuffy. I laid back down and let out a gentle cough into the tan blanket, my head beginning to hurt a little. "Mikey, you gotta wake up." I heard Ashton call, I groaned and sat up, going into a coughing fit when I did. "Mikey, you okay?" Ashton asked as I finished coughing my lungs out, I just shrugged. I sniffled and sneezed into my hand, Ashton's hand drifted to my forehead. "Ash, I'm fine." I coughed, my throat hurting at the words. I hopped down from the bunk and wobbled backwards, dizziness taking over. "That doesn't look fine." Ashton chuckled, "Mike, your nose his bright red." "I've got a cold probably." I sniffled before sneezing loudly into my hands. "Lay down, I'll get you medecine." Ashton grinned and I laid down, honestly the only thing I wanted right now.