Michael Clifford sickfics

Appendicitis

Luke
Me, Calum, and Ashton were outside in the pool , Michael was inside for an unknown reason. I heard a sob from inside and I looked at the sliding glass door that led to the balcony, seeing Michael laying in bed and crying. I got out of the pool and quickly dried off, "Where are you going?" Ashton asked. "To see if Michael's okay." I responded and walked inside, going upstairs and opening Michael's bedroom door. He was laying down on his side, facing the doorway,  holding his tummy with one arm and crying into the other. "Mikey, what's wrong?" I asked and walked over to the bed, crouching down so our eyes met. "I don't feel good." He whimpered, "What hurts?" I asked. "My-my tummy hurts really bad an-and I think I have a fever." He sniffled and I sat on the bed, I rested my hand on his forehead and felt a little fever. "Michael, you're gonna hate this but, can you lift up your shirt?" I asked and he frowned, but slowly lifted up his shirt. I put my hand on his tummy and tears slid down his cheeks, "I know Mikey, I have to do this I'm so sorry." I cooed and moved my hand around, pressing down lightly on his right side and he screamed in pain. "Stop it!" He wailed and I took my hand off, I saw how swollen his side was. "We're going to the hospital." I frowned and stood Michael up, but he fell back down onto the bed. "I-I-I can't stand." He cried and I picked him up bridalstyle, carrying him to the car. "I'm gonna tell Cal and Ash okay?" I smiled and he nodded, still crying hard. I heard Michael's sobs the entire time I was telling Aston and Calum, as they dried off I heard Michael retching and I rushed back to the car, seeing Michael's head out the window as puke spewed out of his mouth and onto the pavement. "Lukey....H-help me!" He wailed in between sickness, I walked over to his side and noticed blood was coming up as well as bile. Calum and Ashton walked out and saw Michael getting sick, sympathy taking place on their faces. Michael stopped throwing up and sat back down in the passenger seat, he was panting and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. "It hurts so bad." He whimpered and I got in the car as well as the other 2 and drove to the hospital.

"Wanna hold my hand?" I asked Michael as he laid in the hospital bed, waiting for the doctor. He reached for my hand and his small pale hand gripped onto mine, a doctor walked in and diagnosed Michael with appendicitis before he let go of my hand and they took him into surgery.

Michael
"It hurts." I whimpered, "I know sweetie, it'll stop soon." A nurse smiled at me and they placed a mask over my mouth and nose as they told me to take deep breaths, later I felt woozy before falling asleep.

I woke up and rubbed my tired eges, realizing my tummy didn't hurt that much.
"Hi sleeping beauty." Calum smiled and I weakly smiled at him, "Hi." He whispered,  feeling pretty weak. "Your tummy better?" Luke asked and I nodded, putting my small hand on his large one, giving it a small squeeze.