Michael Clifford sickfics

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Request by @Michael201195. There's gonna be some Muke cuddling at later, hope you enjoy :)
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Michael groggily walked downstairs, feeling like death. He head was pounding, his belly was achy, his muscles were all sore, and his fever was high (he hadn't taken it yet but he was sure it was). "Mikey, you okay?" Luke cooed and Michael shook his head, "I'm sick." He pouted in a raspy and weak voice. "Want me to get Ashton?" Luke cooed, "Please." Michael whimpered and rubbed his temples, now getting a throbbing migraine. Luke left the room and came back with the curly haired lad, who was holding a thermometer, he rubbed Michael's back and the black haired boy whined, Michael opened his mouth for the thermometer and Ashton put it in, waiting for the beep. "104.2." Ashton read and Michael groaned, "What's wrong babe?" Ashton asked, "My tummy hurts." Michael pouted and Ashton picked him up, carrying him up to his bedroom and laying him down in bed, Michael sat up and started breathing heavy, "I'mgonnabesick." Michael rushed out and Ashton ran out of the room, coming back with a bin and Michael immediately puked into it. Calum heard the sound of retching and went into Michael's room, seeing one of his boyfriend's vomiting into a bucket. Calum sat next to him and rubbed circles in his back as vomit spewed out of his mouth, Michael stopped and fell back onto the bed, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. Calum pecked Michael's cheek and cleaned his mouth with a tissue, "Get some rest baby, call us if you need anything." Calum cooed and Michael nodded, too weak to speak. His boyfriend's left the room and he curled up in a ball on top of the blankets, his sweater and sweatpants keeping him warm enough, he started to feel lonely and in need of someone's arms to be around him, he tried sleeping, but it was no use. He needed a cuddle, he began to cry slightly as he fiddled with his sweater paws, wiping his tears away but more spilled down his cheeks. About an hour later, the door creaked open and Luke entered the room to see if Michael was alright, he thought Michael was asleep and then heard him let out a small cry, it sounded like a lost puppy. Luke sat next to Michael and pulled him onto his lap, "What's wrong kitten?" Luke cooed, "I don't feel well Lukey." Michael sniffled, burying his face into Luke's chest and sniffling, "I know baby, I know. Want me to lay with you?" He cooed and Michael nodded. Luke laid down and pulled Michael to his chest, Michael finally relaxed and yawned, closing his eyes and falling asleep.