Michael Clifford sickfics

Man down

Calum
Michael has been looking like complete shit the entire day, he has been denying it and saying he's fine but it's way too obvious he's sick. He's extremely pale, he won't eat, he has barely spoken all day, he's just....blah. "Michael, are you sure you can perform?" I asked one final time since our concert was in 30 minutes, "I'm fine babe." He smiled and kissed my cheek. Luke sat down next to him and a painful grimace went across his face, either his belly was hurting or his head hurt, or both. He rested his head on Luke's shoulder and Luke's eyes widened, "Cal, he's sick." Luke stated the obvious. "No shit." I laughed. "No, he's boiling." He whispered and Michael moaned in pain,  I grabbed the ear thermometer and put it in his ear, watching the numbers go up and stop at 103.5. I sighed and put the thermometer down,  "GUYS, YOUR'E ON!" Our manager shouted and Michael whimpered. He slowly stood up and walked onstage as he followed us, "You guys ready?!" Luke shouts into the mic and Michael weakly smiled at the crowd, Michael played the best he could and messed up on a few chords. About halfway through SLSP, I walked over to him and say the pain in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked, "The screams are making my migraine worse." He whimpered and continued playing, "We'll stop if you-" I began but he shook his head at me. I sighed and walked back to my microphone, during Try Hard; Michael stopped playing and I heard a loud thud. I turned my head and Michael was out cold on the floor, I ran over to him and picked up his limp body. I took off his and my guitar and carried him backstage, laying him down on the couch and Lou handed me a cool cloth. I heard Ashton talking to the crowd, Michael's eyes fluttered open and he tried to sit up, "No, no. Stay there." I cooed and laid the cold cloth on his forehead. "But-" He started but I cut him off, "You're not going back out there. You passed out onstage and you got a high fever." I sighed and he frowned. Michael's pale face turned a slight shade of green and he sat up quickly, I put a sick bin under his chin and he gagged hard enough that his whole body jerked forward. "I don't feel so hot..." He trailed off and took deep breaths, "Don't hold it back babe, it'll make you feel better." I cooed and he rapidly shook his head. "Idon'twannabesick." He rushed out with tears rolling down his face, I was about to speak when all of the sudden, puke shot from his mouth and nose. He sobbed as last night's dinner made an unpleasant reappearance in front of him, he stopped after about an hour and I used the wet rag to clean his mouth and nose. Management sent out our backup guitarist and Michael laid on the couch, he held my hand and tried to pull me onto the couch with him but was too weak. "The shows almost over, I'll be back soon. I promise." I smiled and he nodded, I went out and played. When we came back, I saw Michael curled up in a ball and hugging his tummy, fast asleep. I walked over to him and rubbed his arm to wake him up, he moaned and stretched out his legs and arms. I scooped him up and he wrapped his arms around my neck, snuggling into my chest and we walked back to the tour bus. I laid him down in a bottom bunk just in case he was gonna be sick, I turned around and Michael let out a whine, I looked back at him and he was reaching to me. I went into the bunk and he snuggled into my chest, wrapping the tan blanket around himself. "Feel better baby." I whispered and kissed his burning forehead before he began snoring.