Michael Clifford Imagines/Preferences

Sick Mikey

Michael was laying in his hotel room, refusing to come out because he was "contagious and could kill anyone with his deadly cough." But, the guys ignored his exaggeration and brought decided it was their job to take care of him. Ashton took the opportunity to cook Michael some soup from his cookbook, Thug Kitchen. Calum was in charge of getting him tea, juice, water, whatever he needed, and also disinfecting anything he touched. Luke was given the hardest task of all, getting Michael to take his medicine.

"Come on Michael, you HAVE to take it!"

Michael groaned and put a pillow over his face, " i cwah twake ih pith a pwullow ont mih ace"

Calum pulled the pillow off of him and held the other pillows down so he couldn't grab them, "come on, you're gonna suffocate yourself, especially since you can't breathe out of you nose."

Michael tried to speak loudly, but his voice cracked, "I CAN BREAthe fine."

Luke put his hand over Michael's mouth, "Breathe."

Michael tried to take a deep breath but his nose was too stuffed up, so he pushed Luke's hand off of his mouth, "okay, point taken, but I don't need medicine."

Ashton walked in with bowls of soup on a tray and set them down on a table, "thug soup! Who's hungry?"

Michael smiled, "Yes, soup! I'm freezing!"

Luke was pretty much done with Michael's protesting at this point, he stuck a small cup of medicine in front of his face, "Drink it."

Michael quickly downed the medicine and drank the tea Calum had brought him, "I know, I know, I'm being a pain in the ass."

Ashton handed out the bowls of soup, "yeah, you are, but we're all annoying when we're sick, so it's fair."

Michael ate his soup a little too fast, when he finished he had a horrible stomach ache, "oh the paaaaaain. This is worse than my throat."

Calum pushed the tea towards him, "if you just drink this tea the lady at the store recommended, you'd be fine."

Michael refused, and continued his belly aching, "I'm dyyyyyyyyying."

Luke once again decided to be the adult, "Drink. It. Now."

Michael rolled his eyes and took a sip, "huh, it's not so bad."

After a few more sips he smiled, "hey, I'm feeling better."

Luke laughed and patted his back, "funny how that works huh?"

The guys spent the rest of the day outside Michael's room while he slept. When he woke up he walked out of his room and sat down with them, he wrapped himself in a big blanket. Ashton smiled, "feeling a lot better Mikey?" He shook his head no and sniffled. Luke walked over and brought him more medicine, which he hastily took this time. Calum laughed, "feeling worse?" Michael nodded yes. Ashton chuckled, "well, it's gonna get worse before it gets better, you want some more tea?" Michael nodded again. Calum noticed he wasn't talking and smirked, "you lost your voice didn't you?" Michael nodded yes again and then covered his head with his blanket. Calum walked over and plopped himself down next to Michael on the couch, "don't worry, you know we love charades."