Michael Clifford sickfics

TCA

Pt.2 of Twitter, Request by Vianca_Clifford and @ingrne01. I was having writers block so this took awhile, sorry X)
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"Mikey, kitten you gotta wake up." Ashton cooed as he ran his fingers through Michael's platinum blonde hair, a groan emitting from the sick boy. "Don't wanna." He whispered and sniffled, burying his face into the pillow, "Mikey, we got the TCA's today and you gotta get ready." Ashton cooed and Michael sighed, sitting up and rubbing at his tired eyes, slight black bags under them. "By the way, if I hear you speak anymore today, you're in trouble." Ashton smirked and Michael nodded, having been placed on vocal rest for the day so he could perform better. He rolled out of bed and got up, getting dressed in whatever he could grab in his still half asleep state, which was a pair of jeans and random vest thing, he trudged out of the room and saw Calum in the kitchenette, who was also a little sick but not as bad as Michael. Michael rested his cheek against Calum's shoulder, "Morning sicko." He smirked and Michael grunted in response, his belly sloshing inside as a migraine made his head pulse. "You're fever is a little lower though." Calum smiled and Michael whined, the Kiwi boy pulling him in for a hug as a few silent tears rolled down his cheeks, "Mikey, don't cry, it's okay." Calum cooed and kissed his neck in a friendly way, rubbing his back. Michael wanted to speak, but he knew if he was gonna perofrm, he had to keep his mouth shut, so he just whimpered and cried into his bandmates shoulder. "We have a little time before we leave, do you want anything to eat?" Calum asked and Michael shook his head gently, "Your tummy's hurting huh?" He asked and Michael gently nodded, "You poor kitty." Calum frowned and hugged him tight, Ashton walking in and cooing at his friends in a tight hug, Michael's face nuzzled into Calum's neck. "Mikey, you should probably eat something." Ashton cooed and Michael shook his head softly, "You need something in that tummy of yours sweetie." Ashton cooed and Michael whined, "Tummyache." Calum mouthed and Ashton nodded, Michael pulled away and he stumbled a little, grabbing Calum's shoulder to steady himself and put his palm to his forehead as his migraine tore his brain apart, "You okay Mikey?" Calum asked and Michael shrugged, he honestly had no clue if he was or not. "Dizzy?" Ashton asked and Michael nodded, "Let's lay you down." Ashton cooed and helped the ill boy walk to the couch, laying him down on the couch. Michael's belly was whirling around inside like crazy, it was like tornado or something inside of him, his vision was getting hazy so he couldn't see much, just make out a couple shapes and faces. He felt something cold on his forehead and he winced, but relaxed as it made his burning skin feel better, he gently coughed and his felt chest like it was burning, he rubbed his chest a blinked a couple times, his vision slowly clearing up and he sat up a little on the couch, Luke handed him a notepad and pen, which caused Michael to give him a slightly confused look. "For you to communicate with sicko." Luke smiled and Michael scribbled something down, then showing it to Luke. 'Penis', "Jeez." Luke laughed and walked away. Michael put the notepad down and stood up, "Mikey, sit back down." Ashton cooed, "It'll just-" Michael began, "No talking Clifford. Also, what do you need?" Ashton asked and sat Mikey back down, Michael sighed and picked up the notepad, scribbling something down. 'I'm hungry" Ashton nodded and left the room, coming back with Nyquil and a bowl of chicken broth on a tray. Ashton put the spoon to Michael's lips and the sick boy grimaced, moving away. "Mike, c'mon." Ashton huffed and Michael opened his mouth, accepting the vile tasting liquid medicine, making him grimace in disgust. Ashton chuckled and then fed Michael some soup, the platinum blonde didn't mind being fed, it made him feel loved in a way. Ashton spoon fed Michael before Michael pushed it away as he felt his tummy twist inside, feeling more nauseous and beginning to shiver again, "C-cold." He whispered as he hugged himself to keep warm, Ashton wrapped a blanket around the ill boy's shoulders, feeling his forehead and frowning at how hot it was. "We need to reduce that fever of yours." Ashton cooed and Michael frowned, wanting to be better all ready for fucksake. "Get some rest okay?" Luke cooed and Michael nodded, laying down on the couch and falling asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. Michael woke up to someone playing with his hair and when he opened his eyes, he saw he was no longer in the living room couch, but in a dressing room. "You were sleeping and you needed your rest so we didn't wake you up." Ashton smiled at him and Michael nodded, "You can talk now if you want." He smiled. "When's the performance?" He asked, his voice a little raw, "In a few minutes, we're the first performance and we're going to present an award later." Ashton explained and Michael nodded, drinking some cold water from a bottle Luke gave him. They got up and as soon as Michael stood, he wobbled and gripped onto Ashton's waist, "You okay Mikey?" Ashton asked as he helped him stand and walk out the door, "I-I'm good." He gulped and walked onstage, putting on his guitar and waiting for the lights to turn on, and when they did, he swore his skull crushed inside. The blinding lights flooded his vision and he blinked like crazy for his vision to clear, once it did, that's when the song began and Michael performed with all he had, feeling bloody awful and his muscles were screaming at him to sit the fuck down and rest, but was he gonna listen, oh no. He began jumping around and he even screamed a few times, which caused his throat to burn. When they were done, he was nauseous and swaying slightly on his feet, Ashton and Luke helped him backstage where he collapsed onto the couch, taking deep breaths. "I don't feel well." Michael whimpered and his pressed his palm to his forehead and wrapped an arm around his waist, "You feeling worse?" Calum asked, "Loads." Michael coughed. Ashton picked him up and that caused his belly to lurch, "Put me down." Michael panted and then began to squirm, eventually jumping out of Ashton's grip and making a b-line to the bathroom, but not making it in time and puked into a trash can.
Ashton walked over to him and rubbed circles in his back, "Wanna go back to the hotel?" He asked. "BLUUUUUUUAAAAAHHHH!" Was Michael's reply as everything he consumed in the past 24 hour came spilling out of his mouth like an upside down volcano. "That's a yes." Luke mumbled from behind and Michael let out a loud wail, finished emptying his tummy but now sobbing. Michael stood up straight and Ashton helped him drink from a cold water bottle, his limbs too shaky too hold it let alone stand on his own and Calum was supporting his weight. Ashton scooped him up and carried him to the car, Michael falling asleep 2 minutes into the hour long drive. Ashton carried him inside and laid him down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to his waist and kissing his forehead. "Feel better Mikey." He smiled.