5SOS Sickfics

School Sickness -Michael

For chantelxclifford bc she's awesome as fuck and also bc she requested this.
Much love,
xx

Michael's POV:

I just had to get through one more class. Just one. One more class and then I could stealthily slip through the wrought iron gates and camp out behind Macca's until the school bell rang. One more class and just a little bit longer until I could go home.

I longed for my mother's arms to wrap around my sickly pale torso and for her voice to whisper sweet nothings in my ear until the sickness had gone. I groaned contentedly at the thought of her warmth, leaning one hand against the wall of the toilet cubicle to keep myself steady.

I reluctantly opened my eyes and opened my bag, checking my timetable.

Monday, period 4: Mathematics , room 122, Mrs Hemmings

God, I hate maths. At least Luke's mum takes this class. I like her. She's always nice when people don't feel well.

I unlocked the cubicle and left the bathroom, seeing Calum and Luke still waiting on the wall opposite.

"You sure you're okay, Mikey?"

*flashback to earlier that morning*

My alarm went off at 7 am as usual. The birds from the nest in the tree near my window were chirping. As usual. I could hear Mum pottering around making breakfast downstairs; as usual. I was dreading school. Obviously, as usual.

But what wasn't usual was the pounding in my head or the turning in my stomach. Not the burning in my throat or the aching in my limbs. I was sick.

I was sick, on the first day of the new term (semester).

This is not going to end well. I can feel it. (OMG sorry but Hey Violet's EP! No? Okay. Yeah. Sorry)

Nevertheless, I pulled myself from bed into the shower; and then from the shower back to my room again, to the wardrobe (closet) in the corner. I threw on my uniform in a random order, messing my damp hair up. Not that it was that neat in the first place.

I stumbled down the stairs, and my brain was threatening to burst out of my skull. I feel hot.

Now I'm kinda cold.

And guess what, now I'm sweating. Great.

I can feel the contents of my stomach bubbling as they boil in the cauldron within me. It hurts so bad. I just want it to stop.

I push open the kitchen door and grab a slice of toast from the plate on top of the counter. Mum pulls me in for a hug and I can feel the soft heat of her body playing tricks on my mind.

"You're a bit warm, are you sure you want to go to school today?" She's already reaching for the telephone that hangs on the wall, preparing to dial the school number and tell them I won't be in.

"No! I'm fine! I really want to see Cal and Luke..." I lie. I'm not fine, and I saw them yesterday,"I'll eat on the way to school, kay?"

"Are you sure you're okay, Mikey?"

*end of flashback*

"Yeah, I'm sure. Now we gotta get to class, or Liz'll roast us," Calum and Luke chuckle and nod a little, as we start making our way towards the class. When we get there the door is already open and people are just sitting down in their seats. Once everyone is settled, Li- I mean Mrs Hemmings pulls out the register and starts reading.