Michael Clifford sickfics

Come home

Another doctor fic....... I do these so much omg!
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Calum
Me, Luke, and Ashton were all called early into the office so we left while Michael was still asleep and I was sitting in my office, Luke walked in with Ashton and I looked up, "We need to go home." Luke frowned and I gave him a confused look, he took out his phone and played a voicemail. "Lukey i-its Michael, please come home. I woke up an-and felt really sick and I've been in the bathroom puking for hours....everything hurts please come h-oh shit." Michael cried through the phone, the voicemail ending after a gagging noise. I stood up quickly and we all walked to the car, driving back home. We walked in the door and saw Michael on the couch, buried under a blanket wailing like he was dying, we all walked over to him and I moved the blanket from his face. He was 10 times paler than usual, his eyes were bloodshot and had black bags under them, he was shaking and sweat was pouring down his temple and forehead. I picked him up and cradled him in my lap, "What's the matter love?" I cooed and he sobbed harder, "Ev-everything hurts." He sobbed and I ran my hands through his sweat soaked blonde hair, my fingers brushing against his forehead and feeling the high fever. "Guys, can I have my medical bag?" I asked and then the bag was placed next to me, I took out a thermometer and Michael opened his mouth, I put it in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. The thermometer beeped and I took it out, "Oh sweetie. 104.5." I cooed and he sobbed again. "What hurts the most Mike?" I asked and Ashton and Luke crouched down next to me, "My-my tummy." He sobbed and I put my hand under his shirt, feeling how hot his skin was. I moved my hand around and felt his tummy churning, gargling, and bubbling under my hand. I stood up and walked to his room, laying him down in his bed and taking off his sweat soaked shirt and sweats, leaving him in just his boxers. "It's cold Cally." Michael whimpered and tried wrapping himself in the blanket, "No, Mikey. You have a high fever, you can't bundle up." Calum sighed and kept the blanket at Michael's waist, who whimpered and shivered. "Cally, can you rub my tummy?" He whimpered and I nodded, sitting next to him and putting my hand on his chubby tummy, rubbing large circles and he moaned. I used my other hand to run my fingers through his blonde fringe and began singing softly, his eyes slowly closed and he scooted closer to me, resting his head on my thigh and I felt the heat radiate off him. "Aw, Mikey you're boiling." I frowned and he groaned in response, "Go to sleep alright, maybe you'll feel a little better afterwards." He nodded slightly and began snoring in seconds, I slowly took his head off my leg and slowly got off his bed, I left the room and softly shut the door. "Dude, he's sick as a dog." I frowned, hearing him groan in his sleep from the other side of the door. "What does it look like?" Luke asked, "It looks like really bad flu to be honest, but who knows right now. I'm not gonna give him a check up right now." I sighed and walked downstairs, "I hope it's just that, last time he was this sick he had dead tissue in his stomach." Ashton frowned and I shuddered from the memory. He was miserable with a fever of 104.7, he just wouldn't stop puking and shaking. He threw up blood and that just made us flip, we took him to the office and he had surgery. "Fuck!" I heard Michael shout and we all rushed into his room, seeing him sitting up in his bed and vomit all over himself and his blanket. "I......I-I-I'm so s-sorry." He whimpered and started sobbing, "Mikey, it's alright." I cooed and picked him up by his underarms, carrying him bridalstyle to the bathroom. "Can you stand on your own?" I asked as I put Michael on his feet, "N-no." He whimpered and I helped him into the shower, I helped him sit down on the shower floor and sit him against the wall. "Cal...." He trailed off, "I'mgonnabesick." He rushed out and he sat up on his knees, gagging over the drain. I rubbed circles in his back and he burped, spitting out bile before vomit shot out of his mouth. He had his arms wrapped around his torso, sobbing as he emptied his stomach contents and he started shaking, "Cally, I don't feel good." He sobbed. "Shhh, it's okay Mikey." I cooed and he sat against the wall, he tried to stand up but just slipped and I caught him. "You alright?" I asked and he nodded, I helped him out of the shower and helped him dry off. "You need help getting dressed?" I asked as I grabbed a pair of plaid boxers for Michael and he nodded, I put his arms around my neck and helped him into the boxers, also pulling on his sweats and AC-DC tshirt before carrying him into his bedroom and laying him onto his bed. "Calum, what's wrong with me?" He whimpered and started sobbing into his pillow, I pulled him into my arms and let him sob into my chest, rocking him back and forth. "Mike, maybe we should give you a shot?" I frowned and he rapidly shook his head, "No shots." He sobbed. "It could help babe." I cooed and he hiccuped, then nuzzling his head in my neck. I stood up and carried Michael into the living room where Luke and Ashton were, "Cal, please no shot." Michael whimpered as I put on latex gloves. "Babe, I'll be fast I promise." I cooed and Ashton and Luke sat on both sides of Michael, holding his hands and laying him against the couch cushion. I lifted up his black tshirt and he sniffled, I put cold rubbing alchol on his lower abdomen where I had to give him the shot and he let out a sob, I quickly gave him the shot and bandaged it up, he was still sobbing. "It's all done sweetie." Luke cooed and hugged Michael tightly before we laid him down, I put a fluffy blanket on his waist and a bag of ice under his neck, "I-its c-cold." Michael whined as his teeth began to chatter. "We need to bring down your fever sweetie. Go to sleep okay?" I cooed and he closed his eyes, snoring in seconds. I sat on the love seat next to the couch and watched HIMYM on a low volume while Michael slept. About 2 hours later, I heard Michael moan and I looked to my side, seeing him sitting up and rubbing his tired eyes. "Hey sleeping beauty, how ya feeling?" I smiled, "Better." He mumbled and grabbed the thermometer from the side table, Michael opened his mouth and I put the thermometer in. It beeped and I read the number, 102.7. "Your fever went down a lot. That's great." I smiled and took the thermometer out of his mouth. "Anything still hurt?" I asked, "Tummy a little but not like before." He sniffled. "You want anything?" I asked, "Water." He coughed and I nodded, going to the kitchen and getting a bottle of water before going back to him. I smiled and handed him the bottle, he took a few sips before putting it on the side table. He made grabby hands to me and I laid next next to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him to my chest, "Get some more rest Mikey." I whispered and he nodded, soon falling asleep in my arms.