Michael Clifford sickfics

Rain

It was pouring rain outside and the boys were on the tour bus, Michael was curled up in a ball in the corner of his mancave to try and get warm in his tank top and shorts, he didn't want to change his clothes. The bus's toilet was broken and he had to go, so when the bus stopped he jumped up and outside, knowing they had taken the pit stop. He was in such a rush he forget a jacket, so he was in a Metallica tank, shorts, and his lime green flip flops. He ignored the pouring rain and quickly used the restroom, coming back and trying open the bus door but it was not opening. "GUYS?!" He shouted and struggled with the door, he heard laughter on the other side and his black hair started to flatten on his face from the pouring rain. "Open the door pricks!" He screamed and banged on the bus door, he started sniffling and he started shaking. "I'm gonna fucking catch pneumonia! Open the fucking door!" He screamed and his throat became scratchy and sore, making him cough. "OPEN THE DOOR!" He snapped and kicked it, hurting his practically numb toe. Ashton finally opened the door and saw and soaking wet Michael, who was beyond pissed. "Fuck all of you goddamn-ACHOO!" He was cut off by his sneeze and sniffled afterwards, "I hate all of you." He croaked and walked to his bunk, changing into a warm sweater and skinnies before going to the bathroom. He looked at his reflection and shook his head like a dog, getting water all over the mirror and he know had a headache that was getting worse. He went into the medecine cabinet and took some asprin, also grabbing the thermometer and taking his temperature, seeing he had a small fever of 102.3. He groggily walked into the main area and he sat at the table, resting his now pounding head on the laminate table. "Mike, we're sorry. We were just trying to have a fun." Ashton apoligized, "It's fine you guys, I'm jot feeling to good right now but I honestly don't mind. We do this stuff all the time, it doesn't matter." Michael shrugged and gently coughed, "Michael, let me see your face." Ashton sighed as he crouched down to meet his eye level. "Nuh-uh." Michael groaned but Ashton gently pulled on Michael's damp hair to look at him, "Ow." Michael mumbled and Ashton let go. Michael turned to look at Ashton and his face fell, he put a hand on his forehead and felt the small fever, "102.3." Michael croaked, knowing Ashton was gonna try and take his temperature but he already did. His nose was running, his throat was sore, and his headache had become a dull migraine. Michael yawned and stood up, walking to a bottom bunk and laying under the warm tan blanket, cuddling into the blanket and falling asleep. "Mikey." Ashton whispered for the millionth time while softly shaking Michael's shoulder, the pale boy groaned and stirred in his sleep, gently coughing with his mouth closed as he opened his eyes. "What?" He croaked, "You need to take this." Ashton stated and handed Michael a cup of medecine. "No Ash." Michael groaned and sat up against the wall of the bunk, wrapping himself up in the blanket whilst sniffling. "Mike, c'mon." Ashton sighed and Michael sighed, taking the small cup and downing the medecine quickly, grimacing at the awful taste. "You feel any better?" The curly haired lad asked and Michael softly shook his head, stopping to rub his temples to try and ease the migraine that had only become worse after his nap. "What's wrong?" Ashton asked softly, but Michael still winced from his volume. "Migraine, it's just getting worse." Michael whispered, his voice cracking. "Just sleep more okay?" Ashton whispered as quiet as possible, Michael moaned in response and pain, laying back down and turning his back to Ashton, burying himself in the blanket and falling asleep.