Malum oneshots

Roommates

Calum walked into his and Michael's shared apartment, hearing sniffling and coughing. "Mike?" He called as he walked into his roommate's bedroom, seeing the platinum blonde under a cocoon of blankets and coughing into his fist, "Mike, what the hell happened?" He laughed, earning a pillow thrown at his face. "Calum, I think I'm dying." The pale boy coughed and rolled onto his back, giving Calum a good look at his face. Michael's nose was bright red, he had black bags under his eyes, stray hairs that stuck out from under his beanie were flat with sweat, his forehead was glistening with sweat, and his eyes were hazy and dark. "Mikey, how many blankets are you wrapped up in?" Calum asked as he walked closer, "Like 5." Michael sniffled and Calum unwrapped him, seeing he was also wearing a black jumper and black sweats. "Michael you're gonna die off heatstroke." He gasped, "It's fucking freezing in this apartment." He retorted and coughed harshly into his fist. "At least take off the sweats and only one blanket." Calum sighed and the sick boy groaned, "Fine, want me to freeze to death." He mumbled as he pulled off the sweats and threw most of the blankets on the floor, burying himself under one. "I want you to not drown in your own sweat." Calum smirked and Michael sneezed into a tissue, "How did you catch, whatever it is that's taking over your shitty immune system?" He laughed and Michael sat up, wrapping the comforter around his shoulders. "I think I caught an illness called death." He retorted, "But how?" The Kiwi boy asked. "A guy in the subway fucking sneezed in my face." Michael groaned, "Yuck!" Calum grimaced and Michael nodded. "You have a fever?" He asked as he put his hand on Michael's fiery forehead, quickly taking it away. "I've been scorched!" He joked and Michael laughed, but went into a violent coughing fit and his eyes watered. "Don't make me laugh or I'll die." He groaned, "Want me to get you anything?" Calum asked and Michael shrugged, "Soup, ice cream, coffee, tea?" Calum listed. "Soup sounds good." Michael smiled and Calum nodded, pinching Michael's scruffy cheek, "Get your nasty ass hands off me." He joked as he pushed Calum off, "Fine asshole." He smirked and walked out of the room. Michael laid back down and was shivering, burying himself deeper into the blanket and clearing his throat. Calum came back with a cup of soup and a thermometer, he set the soup down on the table and sat next to Michael, who opened his mouth and the thermometer was put in his mouth. It beeped and he took it out, groaning at how high the number was and handing it to Calum, "103.4. Aw, Mikey." He cooed and tried to hug him but Michael pulled the blanket over his face, "Don't get too close." Michael coughed. "Why? I wanna make you feel better." Calum smiled, "I don't want to give you
plague." The platinum blonde sniffled and Calum pulled him onto his lap, making him grunt. "I don't care." He smiled and hugged Michael gently, the pale boy's tummy growled and he blushed. Calum took him off his lap and handed Michael the cup of chicken broth, he sipped from it and smiled at Calum. "Thank you." He sniffled and held it in his hands for a second, the heat radiating off the cup. Michael yawned and Calum took the cup from his hand, "Get some rest Mikey." He cooed and got off the bed, "M'kay." He mumbled and laid down, curling up under the blanket and snoring in seconds. Calum closed the door and went to his room, laying down on his bed and going on his phone, eventually falling asleep as well.