Michael Clifford sickfics

He'll be fine

Muke entry
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Calum
"Hey Cal, can you get a cold rag for Mikey?" Luke asked from Michael's room in the L.A house, I got a rag and wet it with cold water, ringing it our before going to Michael's room. "Here Luke." I smiled as I handed him the rag, "Thanks Cal." He whispered and laid it on  Michael's forehead. "How's he doing?" I asked, "Considering he just had a harsh coughing fit again." Luke frowned and held Michael's hand. "Lukey, can you get me some water?" Michael sleepily croaked, "Of course babe." Luke smiled and we both left the room. "Is there anything we could do to make him not be miserable anymore?" Luke sighed as he got Michael a bottle of water, "We're trying Luke. I know it's hard to see your boyfriend like this, but we may just have to wait it out." I frowned and heard a loud cough from upstairs, followed by more coughs. Luke jogged upstairs and I followed, seeing Michael coughing harshly into his fist and he started to go red in the face. "I-I-I can't b-breathe!" Michael coughed and Luke went white as a ghost from fear, I called an ambulance and tried to help Michael calm down and breathe, but he just kept coughing. Paramedics rushed in and carried a red faced Michael into an ambulance, I took Luke to the car and followed the ambulance, I could tell he was trying not to burst into tears and I rubbed his back with my free hand. "He'll be fine Luke." I cooed as we pulled up to the hospital, Luke nodded and got out of the car,  jogging inside and I followed. "He's in room 182." The receptionist smiled as I walked over to Luke and he walked to the room, I stayed behind knowing he would want to be alone with Michael.

Luke
I creaked open the door and saw Michael on the hospital bed, an IV in his arm and a tube in his nose to help him breath, "Hey beautiful." He whispered and I blinked back tears. I sat on the chair next to his bed and held his pale hand, he gave it a small squeeze and he smiled weakly. "What happened exactly?" I asked, "Let's just say bronchitis and asthma don't go well together." He chuckled andok rubbed his chest. "Does it hurt?" I asked, "It just feels really tight." He coughed. I kissed his knuckles and he smiled wider, I got up and he whined, making grabby hands. "Penguin!" He pouted and I laid next to him on the bed, wrapping my arms around him and holding him to my chest, "Get some rest babe." I cooed and played with his hair, he moaned in response and fell asleep in my arms minutes later.