Michael Clifford sickfics

Bronchitis

Request by @ghosttown5sos.

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Michael woke up and his chest felt tight and achy, his nose a bit stuffy on top of that. He fixed his brown hair and started getting dressed, coughing a bit as he slid his tshirt on and he put his hand on his chest as it felt like it burning. He walked out of his and Calum's hotel room, strangely tired even though he didn't stay up that late, maybe an hour or so from the twitcam but not much. He groggily walked over to Luke and Ashton's hotel room, seeing his bandmates as well as Harry and Niall in the room. "Hey sleeping beauty." Harry smirked, "What time is it?" Michael rasped, coughing a bit. "12:30." Calum laughed and Michael flopped onto the bed, sniffling and yawning. "You don't look so good Mikey." Ashton commented, "Don't let Liam see you then." Niall chuckled, referring to the "father on tour". Michael coughed into the comforter, scrunching his face up from the pain in his throat and chest. Michael rolled onto his back, his head lolling into Luke's lap and he closed his eyes, "No, don't go back to sleep." Luke mumbled as he poked Michael's cheek, "I wanna sleeeeeeep." Michael groaned hoarsely. Luke sat Michael up, but the brown haired boy flopped back down, not wanting to sit up and just wanting to continue sleeping. "Are you that lazy?" Calum snickered, "No, I'm in that much pain." Michael shot back and everyone's face softened, "What hurts?" Niall asked as he forced Michael to sit up, "My chest is tight and my throat's kinda rough." Michael mumbled, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Time to see Liam." Harry mumbled and he slung the 17 year old over his shoulder, "Nooooooo." Michael groaned as he was carried to Liam and Louis' hotel room, not wanting to be babied at the moment. Harry knocked on the door and then stood Michael up, the ill boy coughing as soon as Liam opened the door. "Mother hen, the sicko needs you." Harry smirked and Michael huffed, "What's wrong Mikey?" Liam cooed as he pulled him inside, "My chest and throat hurt." Michael pouted and Liam put his hand on his forehead, hearing Louis already begin to brew tea for the youngest in the room. "You're warm." Liam mumbled and Michael coughed, "Open your mouth." He instructed and Michael smirked, "Michael really?" Liam chuckled and Michael shrugged, opening his mouth. "Did you throw up?" Liam asked and Michael shook his head, "You just have a sore throat from what I can tell." Liam mumbled and Michael sat down on one of the beds in the large room, coughing a bit and Louis handed him a mug of green tea. "Thanks Lou." Michael croaked and he sipped the warm liquid, "S'good." Michael slurred as he out the mug on the nightstand, rubbing his chest a bit as the tight became more intense. "Mikey, how long have you been feeling like this?" Liam asked, "When me and Cal were doing the *cough* Twitcam last night, I was feeling ill, but I thought it was just a small flu or *cough* s-something." Michael mumbled, coughing a bit. "I think you got Bronchitis." Liam mumbled and Michael groaned, "You just need some rest for a couple days." Louis cooed. "B-but, the con-concerts." Michael mumbled, letting out a wet cough into his fist and he sipped the tea again, "Don't stress about it okay? Your health comes first Mike." Liam smiled and Michael smiled weakly, "Can we come iiiiiiin?!" Calum's whiny voice called through the door and Michael chuckled hoarsely, but that causing him to let out a couple wet coughs into his fist. Louis opened the door and Michael put the warm mug down just as Calum hugged him tight. "Caaaaaaalllll, you're squishing meeeee." Michael groaned out, giggling a bit and Calum sat next to him. "So, what crawled up your ass?" Calum smirked and Michael kinda snorted instead of laughed, making him blush as his bandmates walked in. "He's just got bronchitis, he'll be fine in a few days." Liam smiled and Michael laid on his side, his fluffy head resting in Ashton's lap and coughed into his elbow. "I feel blah." Michael rasped, "Get sleep Michael." Ashton cooed and Michael nodded, coughing again as he snuggled closer to Ashton and he closed his eyes, feeling himself being laid onto the bed and at least 3 pairs of arms wrapped around him. He weakly opened his eyes, seeing his bandmates all golding onto him in some way, making him weakly smile as he fell asleep.