Diffrent Is Good

Ten

Michael woke up in ned, everything was foggy and blurry. His head was pounding, his throat was sore and dry, his belly was churning and aching, his limbs felt like jello, and he was sweating like a pig.

He saw Calum sitting on a chair next to him, holding his warm hand in his larger one and Michael swallowed thickly. "C-Cally?" He croaked out and Calum looked up at the pale boy, "I-is some body sick?" He whispered and Calum nodded. "Yeah somebody is sick Mikey." Calum cooed and Michael sniffled, "Wh-where is A-Ashton?" Michael croaked, feeling like death. "He went to get you medecine kiddo." Calum cooed as he played with the ill boy's hair.

Michael looked at the book on the nightstand, almost crying when he saw it was the copy of 'Gone with the Wind' Niall had asked Liam to buy for him in the hospital. "Calum, can you r-read to me?" Michael asked as he pointed to the paperback book, "Of course buddy." Calum cooed and let go of Michael's hand, taking out the folded up piece of paper that Niall used as a bookmark before beginning to read to Michael.

Michael's eyes kept opening and closing, he wanted to stay awake to hear Calum read him the story he has always wanted to hear. Calum closed the book and Michael was about to protest, but Calum out his cool hand on his forehead, "Get sleep Michael, you really need it." He cooed and Michael closed his eyes, falling asleep as Calum played with his hair.

Michael stood in the park, seeing Niall swinging on the swings with a cigarette in his mouth. Michael ran over to him, "Niall." Michael smiled, but the Irish boy didn't move or speak. "Niall?" Michael asked and waved his hands infront of Niall's face, stepping closer to give him a hug but his arms just passed through. "N-Niall?" Michael choked and the blonde boy started to fade away, turning into dust as a gust of wind came and swept him away. Michael started running after the dust, falling to the ground as he tripped over something and looked up, seeing every trace of Niall gone. "Niall!" He cried as he wanted his best friend back. "Mikey? Michael!" Someone shouted and then everything went black

Michael jolted awake, seeing Liam, Ashton, and Calum around him. "N-Niall?" He whimpered, wanting to see the boy next to the bed. "Don't tell me, I know what happened." Michael whispered before anyone could speak. He felt his tummy turn and he groaned, leaning forward and holding his belly, "Michael, you okay?" Ashton asked and Michael shook his head.

Liam quickly placed a bin under Michael's chin, a gag leaving his lips as he clutched the bin to his chest. "Let it out buddy." Calum cooed and Michael whimpered, sounding like a lost puppy. "I-I-I don't wanna *ACK* be s-sick." Michael gagged, Liam rubbing his back and Ashton playing with his hair whilst Calum held his shaky arm. Michael let out a sickly belch and then a hot spray of vomit shot out of his mouth and into the bin, a wail leaving Michael's lips as he finished bringing up whatever was in his belly.

"Shhh, Mikey it's okay." Ashton cooed as he hugged the poor kid, "I don't like it." Michael whimpered as Liam took the bin away to clean it. Michael leaned into Ashton's side, passing out onto his lap and Ashton gently moved him so he was laying on the bed, covering him with the blanket so he could sleep.