Michael Clifford sickfics

Cough

Request by @green5sosday

Fluffy Malum

I hope SLFL Malum will be as cute as rowyso Malum

This is horrid, I'm sorry

Requests are always open btw!!!

Anyways........
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Michael woke up, his chest tight and achy, his throat sore, his belly aching, and he knew he had a higher fever. The poor boy had been sick for a few days, his painful cough getting worse and his fever raising day by day. He coughed weakly and groaned at the pain, rubbing his eyes and then seeing Calum sitting on the bed with him. "I feel fucking awful." Michael whined and felt Calum's hand on his forehead, "You're really warm." The Kiwi boy mumbled and Michael whimpered, coughing again and trying to snuggle into Calum, "Tummy hurts." Michael whimpered and Calum frowned, then Michael going into a harsh coughing fit and the Kiwi boy sat him up, rubbing his back as he continued hacking and Michael whimpered as the coughing fit ended, his chest and throat burning from pain. "Owie." Michael croaked and Calum pulled him close, holding Michael in his lap and rocking him back and forth, eventually getting him to sleep. Calum pulled out his phone, texting Ashton to get Mikey some soup and a couple other things, knowing the red head would need them later. Michael snuggled closer to Calum in his sleep, shivering and the younger boy frowned, feeling bad for his best friend. Ashton and Luke walked into the room, holding a bowl of soup, a wet rag, medecine, and a steamer, figuring it could help Michael somewhat. The red head slowly opened his eyes, coughing weakly and he looked up at Calum as a wet rag was placed on his forehead, making him smile in pleasure as it felt good against his boiling skin. Luke gave Michael the medecine, the pale boy downing it in seconds without any fuss as he was desperate to get better, although he was a little skeptical about the soup. "Noooo." Michael moaned as he turned his head, "Mikey, you need to at least try." Luke cooed and Michael shook his head, "Mikey, please." Calum pleaded and Michael sighed, opening his mouth and Ashton fed him a few spoonfuls of soup, stopping as Michael started to cough again and Calum sat him up, holding him to his chest as he kept hacking and Luke out a bin under Michael's mouth, the pale boy moving to grab the bin and re-positioning on Calum's lap, holding the bin under his chin and continuing his coughing fit, hacking up muscus into the bin and starting to gag from his coughs. Michael's face started to go a slight shade of pink as he continued coughing, then vomit ejected from his mouth and into the bin, coughing in between rounds of sick. "Jesus." Luke whispered as Michael continued coughing and vomiting, his face going red. "Mikey, try and catch your breath." Calum cooed as Michael finished vomiting, still coughing roughly. "C-can't." Michael coughed and his face got a dark shade of red, then his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he collapsed onto the bed, making his bandmates' panic. "Fuck fuck fuck." Calum rushed out as they rushed to the car, the younger boy holding Michael in his arms as they drove to the hospital, Calum rushing inside and a nurse taking the red head away on away gurney, his bandmates sitting in the waiting room. A nurse came out an hour later and she lead them to a hospital room, seeing a nurse by Michael's side as the red head sat up in the bed, receiving a breathing treatment. He had a purple vest on over his baseball tee, it attached to a breathing mask over his mouth and nose, some thin mist that Michael didn't breathe in leaking out from the breathing, and the thick vest was vibrating against his torso. "Oh my god Mikey." Calum mumbled and walked over, sitting next to the obviously tired boy and held his free hand. "He's okay hun, he's just having a breathing treatment." The nurse cooed and Calum smiled at her, "Mr.Clifford has a bad flu as well as chronic bronchitis, it sadly can't be cured but the breathing treatments will help with the bronchitis, it could go away in days to years, or it could be life long. We'll send a machine home for you and he'll need them at least 3 times a day, do an extra one if he feels really bad." The nurse informed and Michael looked up at his bandmates with sorry and sad eyes, making their hearts melt. Calum ran his fingers through Michael's hair, helping him lay back against the cushions and Michael's eyes closed, not sleeping but relaxing more as Calum continued playing with his hair. "He'll be okay right?" Calum whispered, "He'll be fine." Ashton smiled and Michael gave the smallest smile from behind the breathing mask, squeezing Calum's hand to reassure him. He was gonna be the same old Mikey after all, he just needed medecine a few times a day, and that was perfectly fine with his bandmates, it didn't change a thing to them.