Michael Clifford sickfics

Quiet

Request by @AshtonsOreos, kinda sucks, sorry about that
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Michael woke up feeling like crap, he had a pounding headache, his belly churning and gargling roughly, and his muscles ached. "Mikey? You awake babe?" Ashton cooed as he opened the bunk curtain, seeing a bed head Michael. "Good morning my little muffin." Ashton cooed and Michael giggled, "We have a long day, but tonight will be fun." Ashton smirked and Michael blushed, hopping down from his bunk and pecking his cheek before Ashton walked away, Michael changed in the walkway and he rubbed his temples, whining at the pain in his body.

+ skip to interview because I can't think of anything +

Michael was leaning on the table, his throbbing head almost too heavy for him to keep up as the interviewer spoke, he rubbed his aching tummy under the table. He barely spoke unless questions were directed towards him and this is how it went for all interviewers, Michael almost asleep and achy all over. "Mikey, what the hell is going on with you today?" Calum asked as they went into the dressing room, "Wh-what?" He gulped, his voice suttle and quiet. "You were barely speaking and you almost fell asleep." Luke snapped and Michael sunk in his seat, "S-sorry." He whimpered and bit back tears. "Guys, you made Mikey cry." Ashton frowned and sat next to his boyfriend, pulling the crying boy onto his lap and then he felt how hot his skin was. "Babe, you're boiling." Ashton commented and Luke and Calum's face softened, "Mikey, are you sick?" Luke asked and Michael shrugged, "Probably not.....just everything kinda hurts." He mumbled and Ashton felt his forehead, "Mikey, you're burning up. Why didn't you tell us you were sick?" He cooed and Michael only shrugged, his throat hurting too much to speak. "Let's take you to the bus." Calum cooed and Ashton stood up, carrying him to the bus and laying him down in his bunk, taking his temperature and concluding he had a high fever of 104.2, "Mikey, please tell me next time." Ashton frowned as he placed a cool rag on his forehead, dabbing it across his now bare chest and neck before laying it back on his head. "I didn't....want you to....worry." He croaked out, taking long pauses from the pain in his throat. "Mikey, you can barely saw a word." Ashton frowned and Michael gently coughed into his fist. Ashton laid next to him and pulled him into his chest, Michael tried pushing away but was too weak. "You're.....gonna.....get sick." He croaked out and Ashton kissed his cheek, "You're worth getting sick over." He cooed and rubbed his tummy in slow circles, making some pain ease and Michael fell asleep in Ashton's arms.