Michael Clifford sickfics

Contagious

Sickness spreads Pt.2

Requested by LelisLoveS2 and MillieBrooks_1

I have like no cute fluffy Muke pics wtf

More sick Muke fluff

A little Malum here and there

You guys are gonna hate me

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Michael and Luke had both come down with a flu-like virus, Luke was doing better than the day prior when they figured Michael had come down with it, but the black haired boy was getting worse if possible. His fever had only risen, he couldn't keep anything down, he was shivering like crazy, he was sweating a lot, he was getting miserable even though he was only sick for a day or so. Michael's head was currently in a sick bin as he threw up the medecine he was trying so hard to keep down, Luke rubbing his back and managing to not get sick from the sound and smell, "Shhh, Mikey it's okay, just bring it all up." Luke cooed as the other ill boy let out a puppy like cry from pain, Michael finally put the bin down and fell back into the couch, leaning onto Luke and shivering. "Oh sweetie you're shivering like mad." Luke frowned as he put a blanket ontop of his bandmate, Michael bundling up and cuddling into Luke. "I feel yucky." Michael pouted as he looked at the TV that was playing Pokémon, "I know Mikey, I still don't feel too well either." Luke cooed and Michael kissed his arm in sympathy, closing his eyes and falling asleep instantly. "Mikey?" Ashton cooed as he ran his fingers through Michael's sweat soaked black hair, earning a groan from the now awake boy, "You gotta try and eat babe." Ashton cooed and Michael almost threw up at the thought of putting any substance in his stomach, "N-no." Michael croaked as his throat was sore from all the vomiting he has been doing. "Mikey, you'll burn your throat raw from all the stomach acid." Luke reasoned, looking much better in Michael's opinion but he couldn't really see from how blurry his vision was. "I-I-I'll p-puke." Michael rasped out and Ashton sighed, "It's better to have something in your tummy than just acid Mike." Calum cooed and Michael groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as his belly rumbled and Luke rubbed his back in sympathy, "I just wanna snuggle Lukey." Michael mumbled as he cuddled back into the other sick boy, coughing. "Just some soup Mikey, please?" Luke cooed and Michael huffed, but nodded as he finally gave in and Ashton and Calum left to get the soup that Michael would hopefully eat, "I don't feel too good Lukey." Michael whimpered, "I know Mikey, you'll feel better soon." Luke cooed and the smell of chicken broth hit Michael like a truck, making his gut rumble in disagreement. Ashton walked in with a tiny bowl of soup, he handed it to Like since Michael was too shaky to hold it himself and the blonde boy fed Michael a spoonful of the broth, he could tell the black haired boy was in pain each time he swallowed some. "N-no more." Michael mumbled as he turned his head, holding his tummy and Luke heard it make some not so good noises, "I-i-it h-huuurts." Michael whined as he started crying again, the younger boy pulling him in for a hug and rocking him back and forth slightly to calm him down, although that probably wasn't gonna do any good because Michael's tummy gurgled loudly. "L-Luke, I-I don't f-feel to-" Michael began before a hot spray of vomit spewed out of his mouth and all over him and Luke, making him sob in pain and guilt. "Fuck Luke, I-I-I'm sorry." Michael sobbed as Ashton and Calum came into the room, "Hey, Mikey it's okay, don't beat yourself up over it." Luke cooed and Michael continued sobbing, "Mikey, I'll help you clean up." Calum cooed as he helped him stand, basically carrying Michael to the bathroom as he was barely able to stand on his own. Michael threw himself over the sink and puked up the rest of the soup he had in his tummy, as well as bile. "Owwwwww." Michael whined as he held his aching tummy, "Make it stopppppppp." He groaned as Calum rinsed out the sink, running him a warm bubble bath and then helping him out of his vomit covered clothes once it was done, Calum helped Michael into the tub and the ill boy relaxed as the warm water helped the cramping pain in his belly soften. The tan boy washed Michael off, a blush coating the elder's sickly pale cheeks even thought they were close friends it was still a little embarrassing for him. Calum helped Michael out and dry off, getting him in just boxers and a oversized sweater that hung down to his thighs, Calum felt his forehead and cheeks, feeling the raging fever Michael had. "You got it worse than Luke does." Calum cooed and Michael whined, "It hurt really fucking bad." Michael groaned as he hugged his belly, the tan boy helping him downstairs and onto the couch, Michael immediately cuddling into a now sleeping Luke. "Get some sleep Mikey." Ashton cooed and Michael nodded, falling asleep. Michael woke up and felt someone playing with his hair, but the pain in his tummy had intensified by a lot. "How ya feeling Michael?" Calum asked, "I feel like I'm dying." Michael groaned as he leaned forward and clutched his belly, getting a god awful pain. "Do you feel sick?" Luke asked and Michael rapidly nodded, Ashton placing a bin under his chin and Michael grabbed it, putting his head in it and vomiting harshly. Michael swallowed hard and he lifted his head up, looking terrified. "Th-there's something wr-wrong." He panted and showed them the contents in the bin, all of their eyes widened at the sight of the crimson red contents inside.