Michael Clifford sickfics

Asthma and colds don't mix

Okay, I know Mikey doesn't have asthma but he does in this sickfic, okay? Okay.
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Michael
I woke up with a cough, my head kinda hurt and my throat burned. The little cough I had, turned into a gentle coughing fit and I sat on the edge of my bed. "Miiiiiiikeyyyy?" Calum called after I finished my fit, "Yeah?" I sniffled and cleared my throat. "You gotta get ready, we have a meet and greet today." He responded and I groaned, "Okay." I huffed and got into
a Harley Davidson shirt, black skinnies, combat boots, and my denim jacket. I ran my fingers through my hair and sneezed loudly, so I grabbed a portable pack of tissues and shoved them in my pocket before going downstairs, I saw my blue inhaler on the counter and grabbed it quickly, I can have pretty bad asthma attacks and with this cough or whatever it is, I could get one. I decided to skip breakfast, not really hungry and walked to the car, sitting down and putting in my earbuds, listening to my music on shuffle and looking out the window. "Mikey!" I heard Calum shout as he yanked and earbud out of my ear, making me jump out of my skin. "What?!" I snapped, "Did you know your nose looks like a fucking tomato?" Calum smirked and my eyes widened, I turned on my camera and looked at my face, my nose was bright red and slightly swollen. "Fucking hell, of course today I get a fucking cold-ACHOO!" I sneezed into my elbow, Calum opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off, "Do not say that I need to stay behind, I'm not disappointing anyone today." I sniffled, wiping my nose with a tissue from my pocket.

Calum
Michael and me sat next to each other at the meet and greet table, he was coughing anf sneezing a lot but into tissues and his elbow to keep fans and us from getting sick. He rested his head on my shoulder and started coughing gently, then it turned into harsh coughs and he rushed off while he was coughing and hacking. I followed him and he was sitting on a chair that a security guard put him in, coughing harshly into his fist and started gasping for breath in between coughs, I quickly went into his jacket pocket and pulled out his inhaler. He stopped coughing and was gasping for breath, I stuck the plastic in between his lips and pressed the medecine into his lungs, seeing all his muscles relax and I took the inhaler out. He rested his left hand on his knee and his right hand on his chest as he took deep breaths. "Asthma and colds don't mix." He chuckled, "You're going home, getting rest, and taking medecine." I listed. "But-" He began,  "No 'buts' Clifford. You just had an asthma attack." I scolded and he opened his mouth to speak, but he sighed and nodded, standing up and the security guard to the car, sneezing a few times on the way.