Michael Clifford sickfics

Poor Mikey

Request by @asciofivesos, this is gonna involve some Malum, but friendship wise.
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Michael had gotten a bad case of the stomach flu right in the middle of the rowyso tour. He was in bed with a high fever, chills, and he couldn't keep anything down, not even water. Calum took care of Michael the most, mainly because the two shared a hotel room, but if you said Calum was worried, that would be an understatement. Calum and Michael have been friends since they were 3 and they have a special bond between them, so when one gets sick or hurt the other gets worried about the other. Calum walked into the small bedroom and saw Michael asleep, buried under a tan comforter and snoring softly, a cough shaking his weak body and he woke up. "Hey Mikey? How ya feeling?" Calum asked as he bent down to Michael's height, "Like utter shit." He coughed and Calum put his hand on his forehead, feeling the high fever still. "Caaaaaluuumm, fiiiiix iiiiit." Michael whined with tears in his hazy green eyes, "Mikey, we're all trying our best. I'm sorry you feel this way mate." Calum frowned and Michael tried to sit up, but Calum helped him sit up and stand. Black spots started to fill Michael's vision and he stumbled a little, "Mikey, you alright?" Calum asked in worry. "I feel a little-" He began but was cut off when everything went black and he went limp in Calum's arms. "Mikey!" Calum shouted and shook his limp body, tears filling his eyes and he picked Michael up bridalstyle. "Calum why are you screaming?" Ashton asked as he and Luke walked into the hotel room, "Michael just blacked out." He sniffled and called an ambulance. Paramedics rushed in and carried a dangerously pale Michael to the ambulance, Michael's bandmates following in their car. Calum was trying not to burst into tears as they drove and when they reached the hospital, he ran inside and went straight to the desk. "What room is Michael Clifford in?" He asked with a straight face but tear filled eyes, "182." She stated and Calum walked down the hall, his bandmates didn't follow him knowing he would wanna see Michael alone for a bit. He walked in and that's when the tears fell, Michael laid in the hospital bed, his skin extremely pale, wires connected to his left hand and arm, and he had his eyes half open. "Hi." Calum sniffled, "Hey." Michael whispered weakly, obviously exhausted. "I was just dehydrated and p-passed out. I-I'll be fine." Michael attempted to croak out, his voice cracking and weak. "I was just worried, you just-" Calum began but Michael cut him off,  "I know, I know." He smiled and sipped some cold water through a straw on his bedside table, then rubbing his tummy through the fabric of the hospital gown. Calum ran his fingers through Michael's sweaty black hair, "Thank you." Michael smiled and held Calum's hand. "For what?" Calum asked, "For caring." Michael grinned.