Michael Clifford sickfics

Telling the truth

Request by Vianca_Clifford. Kinda graphic. This is gonna be C.A.L.M so I can make the misunderstanding easier, hope that's okay :)

WARNING! MIKEY IS GONNA HAVE A SEIZURE SO IF THAT'S A TRIGGER FOR YOU, YOU MAY WANT TO AVOID!!!
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"WHAT THE HELL MICHAEL?!" Ashton screamed from downstairs, making the red haired boy jump and fall out of bed, hitting his head. Michael walked downstairs and saw his bandmates, they looked like they were about to burst from anger and he swore he saw smoke coming out Ashton's ears,"Wh-what did I do?" Michael stammered, now kinda scared. "Are you stupid?!" Calum snapped and Michael flinched, he hated getting yelled at, he hated when people fought or were upset at him, he couldn't stand the screaming or the bickering, this usually leading to sobbing in the corner of his room and hugging his knees and Daniel to his chest. "I-I-I don't kn-know." He stammered as he sat on the bottom step, his oldest boyfriend shoved a magazine in his face, a picture of him doing tonsil tennis with some blondie, but the worst part was that the person he was kissing was a girl, he came out as gay years ago and was dating his 3 best mates, so this was fucking bullshit, but of course his bandmates didn't know that. "Guys, this is fake." He whimpered, he knew the guy kissing her wasn't him, first of all he could tell because the guy was too tall and second of all, he had a faint pink birthmark on his right elbow whilst Michael didn't, but his boyfriend's were too pissed too notice. "Bullshit!" Luke screamed and Michael flinched, "I-I would never ch-" Michael began, "MICHAEL YOU'RE SNOGGING WITH SONE BLONDE SLUT!" Calum screamed and Michael threw the magazine at them, bolting upstairs and slamming the door behind him, locking himself in his bedroom and curling into a ball in the corner, clutching Daniel to his chest as he sobbed uncontrollably. He was sobbing so hard that he even gagged a few times, but nothing came up and he eventually cried himself to sleep on the floor in nothing but one of Calum's oversized jumpers and plaid boxers. Michael woke up and looked at the clock on the table, 4 pm, lovely. He groaned and got up, feeling a bit unwell as he stood up and felt his gut twist inside, Michael walked downstairs with Daniel in his grip and he frowned when seeing his boyfriends on the couch in one huge cuddle, he loved when they cuddled and he was squished into the middle, especially when he felt ill and he felt safe in their warmth. He shuffled over to them, "Ash?" He whispered as he walked up behind them, "What?" Ashton grumbled, he was still beyond pissed. "I-I don't feel so good." Michael mumbled and Ashton turned around, "Mike, stop lying." He sighed, "I-I'm not lying, I feel ill." Michael frowned and Ashton quickly put his hand on his forehead and took it off, "You just held your 3DS up to your face, you're fine." He mumbled and turned his focus back to the TV, "No, Ash, I really don't feel well." Michael frowned, "Michael, you're fine." Calum retorted and Michael sighed, walking into the bathroom and taking his temperature, "103.5!" He whisper-yelled to himself, shocked at his temperature. He felt his tummy twist inside him, the queasy feeling in his belly increasing as he leaned against the wall, placing Daniel on the counter and sliding down the wall, clutching his tummy. "Oooooh." He groaned and hunched over, sitting on his knees next to the toilet bowl, he gagged hard and coughed up some bile into the bowl, he burped and then everything rocketed out of his mouth and nose, his vomit spewed into the bowl as he rid his tummy of its contents. He could feel himself getting colder, even though his fever was high, he coughed up another round of sick and started silently crying, hoping one of his boyfriends would come in and comfort him as last night's dinner spilled out of him, but to no avail, no one walked in and he was now shaking on the bathroom floor, tears soaking his sleeves and a horrible acid taste in his mouth. He shakily stood up and flushed the toilet, cleaning himself up and using mouthwash to get rid of the vile taste on his tongue. He grabbed Daniel and trudged into his room, flopping down onto his bed and struggling to hold in tears, his body shaking. He heard the door creak open and it was praying it was Calum or Luke or Ashton to come and check on him, but it was just the door pushing open from the air conditioning, making the red head pout and he hugged himself, trying to get warm. Michael felt his tummy jolt and he jumped up, running to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him, panting to try and keep the contents of his stomach where they were, but his body wouldn't obey and he fell infront of the toilet, coughing up stomach bile. He spat into the toilet, hugging his belly and crying silently, he burped and then just stared down into the toilet bowl, then suddenly vomit spewed from his mouth and nose, he puked one....two.....three.....four....five times before he collapsed to the floor. He was a sobbing shaky mess, his hair flattened to his head from sweat, tear stained cheeks, hazy eyes, and dangerously pale skin. He was miserable and no one believed him, even though he was pretty sure he threw up all his insides. He sat up against the wall, hugging his knees and sobbing. "MICHAEL!" Ashton screamed and Michael bolted awake, not even remembering that he fell asleep, he stood up and flushed the toilet, washing the sick off his face before he shuffled downstairs, feeling incredibly weak and achy. "Get dressed, we've got a show tonight." Ashton muttered, Michael froze, he couldn't do a show in the state he was in. "B-but, I-" Michael began, "Michael, you're not sick, you're lying again like earlier, stopping making up bullshit excuses and get dressed." Ashton shot back and Michael wiped his eyes quickly, going back upstairs so Ashton didn't see him cry. Michael changed into skinnies and a Metallica tshirt, fixing his red hair before going downstairs, he saw Ashton wasn't in the room so he quickly took some Pepto Bismol to relieve his tummy, but he had a feeling it was gonna come up again. "MICHAEL, HURRY UP!" Luke shouted from outside and Michael came out of the house after slipping on his combat boots, he put headphones on and blasted music, knowing his boyfriends weren't gonna pay much attention to him unless he puked in the car, which he was praying didn't happen because fucking hell it hurt. They arrived at venue and Michael went into the dressing room, getting his hair done and all that crap. They went onstage and Michael was feeling like death, but he had no choice but to play his best, they were doing Permanent Vacation and Michael was unsure if he was gonna be able to sing it, "I need my side to sing as loud as you can because I can't really speak too much." He smiled into the microphone, his voice raspier than usually. He saw Luke roll his eyes and he bit his lip. As they played more through out the set, Michael started feeling worse, he sat down infront of Ashton's drum set as his vision was getting cloudy. Calum noticed Michael begin to shake slightly, not thinking much of it as he was probably trying not too cry or something. Then, they heard Michael's guitar make a screeching noise, "OH MY GOD!" Ashton exclaimed as he saw the red head's limbs flailing like mad. Each boy ran over to him and took off his guitar as well as his tshirt so he wasn't restricted, fans were freaking out as Michael was carried backstage, his limbs still flailing as he was laid on the floor backstage. They called an ambulance and Calum rolled Michael onto his side, bright pink vomit oozing out of the corner of his mouth and the others gagged a little at the sight, a paramedic quickly put the shaking boy on a gurney and they drove away. His boyfriends drove to the hospital and on the way, Luke broke down into sobs, scared for his boyfriend, Calum comforting him. They sat in the waiting room and waited, not allowed to see him yet until he woke up, "Is anyone here for Michael Clifford?" A nurse asked and a nurse they all rushed over, "We're his boyfriends and bandmates." Ashton explained. "He had a heat seizure, his temperature reached a deadly 105.1, he has an awful case of the stomach flu." She sighed and their hearts shattered, "He will be fine, we just need to keep him here until he's cured, just in case he has another seizure and should've been on bed rest beforehand anyway." She explained, "Can we see him?" Calum asked. "Yes, he is awake, but be careful. He is a little delirious and is really weak." She smiled and took them to the room he was in, seeing Michael laying in the hospital bed. He had a breathing tube in his nose, an IV in his left hand, his red hair matted to his forehead with sweat, his skin dangerously pale, black bags under his eyes, and a bin next to his bed. "H-hi." He croaked, still worried if they were upset. They all ran over all land hugged him tight, peppering his pale face with kisses, making him giggle slightly. "Mikey, baby we are such shitty boyfriends. We are so sorry for getting mad and not believing you. All because of some stupid lie." Luke rushed out, "Guys, it's fine. I'll be *cough* fine." Michael coughed. "We love you ya know?" Calum smiled as he played with Michael's hair, "To the moon and back?" Michael mumbled, "To the moon and back." Ashton smiled and kissed his cheek.