Michael Clifford sickfics

Worried about daddy

Request by @Michael201195, kinda sucks lol
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Michael woke up to a terrible ache in his tummy, a pounding in his head, and a sand paper feeling in his throat. He stood up and immediately felt puke being sent up his throat, he rushed to the bedroom bathroom and threw himself over the sink, last night's dinner expelled from his mouth and nose and splashed into the ceramic basin below him. Michael's 8 year old daughter, Maxx, could hear her daddy getting sick and coughing violently, getting extremely scared for him. She walked over to Michael's bedroom and stood infront of the door, waiting for her daddy to come out. Michael took a deep breath before rinsing out the sink and brushing his teeth, he pulled on an oversized red flannel that hung down to his mid thigh and gave him sweater paws, that's all he had the energy to put on. He walked to his door and opened it, seeing his blonde daughter standing in the doorway with a worried expression on her pale face, "Baby girl, it's 6 am. Why are you awake?" Michael croaked. "I heard you getting sick." She frowned and Michael smiled at her, "Baby girl, I need you to go back to bed. I don't want you to get sick and it's too early for you to be awake." He cooed and she nodded, giving him a quick hug on his legs before walking to her room. Michael closed his bedroom door and let out a rough and nasty cough, it turning into a harsh coughing fit and he groaned, flopping down on his bed and curling into a ball, rough and dry coughs racking his body as he tried to go back to sleep. Maxx was getting really worried about her daddy, his painful sounding coughs echoing the house, she stood up and walked downstairs, seeing Michael's phone on the counter and picking it up, she went into his contacts and called her uncles, Calum being the only one who answered at this early in the morning. "Maxx, why do you have your daddy's phone?" Calum asked through the phone, "Daddy is sick and I'm scared Uncle Cal, it doesn't sound good." She whimpered. "I'll come over in a few minutes okay? See you soon sweetie." Calum smiled before hanging up, Maxx put the phone down and waited by the door, it opening up after about 10 minutes with a fully dressed Calum. Michael heard the door open and shut, making him get up and trudge downstairs, "Calum, what are you doing here?" He croaked and Maxx ran up to her daddy. "Maxx's scared for you." Calum frowned and Michael ran his fingers through his daughter's blonde hair, his tummy muscles clenched and tried to force up whatever was left in his belly, Maxx let go of Michael and he dashed to the bathroom, falling to his knees infront of the toilet and puked up stomach bile, his tummy was killing him and his throat was being burned raw from stomach acid being forced out. It hurt when he coughed, gagged, burped, hiccuped, and puked, he just ached all over. He took a deep breath and flushed the toilet, wiping his mouth with a towel and wiping the hot tears from his eyes with his flannel sleeve, he walked out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the couch, a comforter being laid on him and he looked up, seeing Maxx looking at him with a frown. "Are you gonna be okay daddy?" She asked, "I'm gonna be alright baby girl." He smiled and she put her hand on her forehead, "You're hot daddy!" She shrieked as she felt his high fever. He just chuckled and buried himself under the comforter, Maxx went under the blanket and cuddled up to Michael, "What are you doing?" Michael croaked,  "Making you feel better." Maxx smiled and Michael wrapped his arms around her. "I love you baby girl." Michael whispered, "I love you too daddy, go to sleep." She smiled and kissed his scruffy cheek, falling asleep with him.