Michael Clifford sickfics

Screams

I know I used this pic already but....whatever!
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Michael has been getting bad headaches and migraines his whole life, he would have them really often too. He knew as the band got more popular, more fans would be screaming at their concerts and he would get one of those migraines after a show or during one. His bandmates didn't know of this, of course he would tell them from time to time when he had a headache because he's a human and humans get headaches, but they didn't know how bad they could get. Michael woke up in his and Calum's hotel room, on the fucking floor for some reason, with a throbbing in his head, he was having one right now, 5sos had a whole day of interviews and a concert to top it all off. He got up and the movement made his head pulse, he walked into the kitchen and immediately took some Excedrin, washing the large pill down with water. He went to his bag and took out black skinnies, his AC-DC tshirt, and a pair of clean boxers before heading to the bathroom and taking a fast shower. Every movement he made, a throbbing pain went through his head, he blow dried his black hair and walked out, sitting on the bed and resting his elbows on his knees, rubbing his temples and closing his eyes. "Mikey, we gotta go!" Calum shouted and Michael winced, his skull feeling like it was being crushed. He slid his combat boots on and walked out of the hotel room, putting in earphones and playing music, trying to get his migraine to dull down a little. He found Calum in the lobby, he must've ran downstairs or something, "C'mon lazy ass." Calum joked and pulled Michael to the car. "Caaaaaluuumm." Michael whined as he practically shoved him into the car, "Stop whining." Calum chuckled and Michael grunted, laying his head on the window and praying the Excedrin's effects would soon kick in.
He felt like a zombie all day, the medicine didn't work at all and his migraine was getting worse and worse as the day dragged on. Michael jogged out onstage, the screaming making his head pound and he huffed, beginning to feel a little sick, he played his best, even though he thought it was his worst. He felt like his skull was being crushed, about halfway through, he went to drink some water and his vision got blurry, he gripped onto an amp to stay standing and he took deep breaths, black spots started to fill his vision and he fell forward, his guitar crashing and made a screeching noise, making everyone stop playing. "Michael!" Luke shouted and ran over to the unconscious boy, lifting him up and Michael was limp, security called 911 and worry washed over everyone in the arena, paramedics came and put Michael on a gurney, loading him into an ambulance and driving to the hospital with his bandmates on their trail.

Michael woke up in a hospital bed, feeling exhausted and his head was no longer in pain. "Hey, you're awake." Luke smiled and hugged Michael, "Wh-what happened?" Michael stammered. "You blacked out from a bad migraine at the concert." Calum explained, "The nurse says you suffer from chronic migraines, a lot. We're just confused why you didn't tell us." Ashton sighed. "I-I didn't think they would be this bad...." He trailed off and his bandmates gave him a group hug, "Please tell us next time." Ashton cooed and Michael nodded, a huge smile on his face.