Michael Clifford sickfics

Whispers

Request by Vianca_Clifford

C.A.L.M fluff

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Michael woke up and he immediately felt a stinging in his throat, hoarsely whimpering out in pain and he sat up, coughing and his throat burned from it. He walked downstairs and laid on the couch, his head falling onto Luke's lap. "Oh my god Mikey you're burning up!" He exclaimed and sat the black haired boy up, "Th-throat.....h-hurts." Michael croaked out, barely in a whisper. "Baby, open your mouth for me." Ashton cooed and Michael ignored the innuendo, doing as told and Ashton looked. "It just looks really swollen." Ashton mumbled, "Probably laryngitis." Calum mumbled and Michael frowned, knowing they had a concert that night. "Don't worry Mikey." Calum cooed as he played with his boyfriend's hair, a weak smile spreading on Mikey's face and then he let out a weak cough, holding his throat in pain and his boyfriends frowned. "Want some tea babe?" Luke cooed and Michael nodded, "P-pl-please." Michael croaked out and he scrunched his nose up in pain. "Don't talk if it hurts honey." Ashton cooed and pulled Michael onto his chest, playing with his jet black hair and Michael coughed weakly again, whining at the pain. Luke came back with a steaming mug, medicine, and a thermometer, setting the tea and medecine down and Michael opened his mouth, the thermometer being placed under his tongue and they all waited for the beep. It went off and Michael took it out, handing them the thermometer and snuggling closer to Ashton if it was even possible. "104.2" Calum sighed and Michael frowned, Calum handing him the cough syrup that he took without hesitation and then sipping the tea. Michael set the tea down, resting his head on Ashton's shoulder and falling back asleep in seconds, exhausted for no reason at all. Ashton carried him back to bed and kissed his fiery forehead, tucking him in and then going back downstairs, "Poor thing." Luke mumbled as they all sat down on the couch. "Yeah, he looks miserable." Calum frowned, "He'll be okay, you guys know that." Ashton cooed and they nodded, smiling a bit. Calum was about to open his mouth to speak, but they all heard hoarse coughs coming from upstairs and they all rushed upstairs, seeing Michael coughing roughly but still fast asleep and Luke shook him awake, sitting him up as he kept hacking and coughing. "Mikey you have to breathe." Calum cooed, "I *cough!* can't!" Michael managed between rough coughs and his pale face started going red from the lack of air, making him gasp for breath and Ashton started taking deep breaths, instructing Michael to copy his breathing and Michael tried his best to do so, eventually stopping and his face going back to its pervious color and he took a deep shaky breath, holding his throat in pain and scrunching his face up. He tried opening his mouth to speak, but just a small squeak came out and he went wide eyed, trying again and nothing came out. "Oh honey." Ashton cooed at Michael's sad expression, "You just need to get some rest." Calum cooed and Michael opened his mouth again, just a small squeak coming out once again and he flopped back in frustration, Luke pulling him back up and wrapping his arms around him, kissing the ill boy's fluffy head and Michael weakly smiled, then making grabby hands to the others and they all laid down with him, Michael being all snuggled up in the middle of the 4 ad he drifted of to sleep. Michael woke up curled up in someone's lap, he opened his eyes and realized he was in the car, looking up and seeing Ashton cradling him in his lap. "Hey sleepyhead." Ashton smiled and Michael weakly smiled, "We're going to the arena now, you don't have to sing at all or play for that matter." Calum interjected, "You wanna play?" Luke asked and Michael shook his head, too exhausted to do so, the car stopping and the four boys going inside, Michael still being cradled by Ashton. Michael was set down on the couch backstage and a manager walked over, "Clifford, you need to play tonight." He mumbled and Michael looked at Luke, a little worried. "He's really sick man, can't we get a replacement?" Luke asked, "Partying too much and loosing your voice from doing so is not a sickness, he'll be fine." The security guard scolded before walking away and Michael crossed his arms over his chest, angry with the man. "You think you'll be okay?" Ashton cooed and Michael shook his head, knowing something was gonna go wrong. "BOYS YOU'RE ON!" A man shouted and Michael started to worry, "You'll be fine, promise." Calum cooed and they went out onstage, Michael kind of trudging behind them as he slowly put on his guitar. They were playing rather well for the fact that Michael wasn't able to sing or move sound much, but he managed. It was about halfway through and Michael was sitting infront of Ashton's drumset, his throat feeling tight and he was taking deep breaths that were burning his throat. He was trying to not focus on the tight feeling and just play his guitar but it was getting way too difficult, his throat was feeling like it was closing up and he stood up, trying to get over to someone before he couldn't breathe, he felt like it had just closed up and he grabbed his throat in pain, trying to get air into his lungs. "Mikey!" Luke shouted as he saw his boyfriend fall to the floor, all of the boys rushing to the unconscious boy on the ground and Luke picked him up, a member of stage crew calling an ambulance and Michael was rushed backstage, an oxygen tube being placed in his nose as he was loaded onto a gurney and into an ambulance. Luke stormed over to their security guard and almost punched him, "I TOLD YOU HE WAS TOO SICK AND YOU DIDN'T FUCKING LISTEN! NOW LOOKS WHAT HAPPENED YOU PRICK!" Luke shouted and his boyfriends had to pull him back, bringing him to the car and following the ambulance to the hospital. Luke immediately rushed up to the lady at the front desk, "Where is Michael Clifford?" He asked, "He's currently in surgery getting his tonsils removed." She informed him and Luke looked like he was ready to explode to anger. "Lukey, chill. He'll be fine okay? He just needs to be resting his voice for a few days after this and he'll be good as new." Calum cooed and Luke smiled, all of them sitting and waiting to hear Michael's name, as soon as it was called they jumped up and followed the nurse to his room, seeing the exhausted boy struggling to stay awake. "You scared us Mikey." Luke cooed and Michael pouted, "I'm just glad you're okay." He smiled and they all kissed Michael all over his pale face, Michael him scrunch his fave up and smile. "We love you kitten." Calum cooed and Michael quickly wrote on the whiteboard he was given.

'I love you more!!!!!!!'