Michael Clifford sickfics

Tummy rubs

Request by FeliciaDallasxx

This is pretty bad, I'm sorry

Anyone else want this smile back???

I miss it so much, I haven't seen it in awhile and I want it back

Anywho........
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"Babe? Babe?" Felicia heard as she was shook awake and she groaned, "Michael, what the hell could you want at 2 am?" She sighed, "I-I-I threw u-up." Michael stammered and Felicia sat up, turning on the bedside lamp and seeing how ill her boyfriend looked. Michael's tear filled eyes were hazy and bloodshot, his skin a lot paler than usual, beads of sweats along his hairline, his cheeks flushed, and he was holding his tummy. "Oh honey, come here." She cooed and Michael fell into her arms, sobbing his poor little heart out from the pain he was feeling. "I f-feel aw-awful." Michael hiccuped and curled into a ball, Felicia holding him close and putting her hand on his tummy, feeling it gurgling and groaning underneath her hand. "How long were you getting sick?" She asked, "H-hours." Michael croaked and her heart sank, the red head then moved her hand under his sleep shirt and she knew right away that he was at his worse. Michael never let's anyone touch his belly, being self concious of his body, he only let someone rub it when he was feeling worse than ever. "Oh my poor baby." She frowned and Michael sniffled, the heat radiating off his body and making her warm up, "Try and sleep honey." She cooed and Michael shook his head, "Hurts too bad." The ill boy whimpered and she frowned. "At least try." She cooed and Michael sighed, closing his eyes and falling asleep in seconds, making Felicia chuckle slightly and she fell back asleep, waking up to the sound of Michael's retching and going to check on her boyfriend, seeing him string on the edge of the tub and facing the toilet bowl, the once clear water a now icky pink color. "What did you eat?" She asked, wondering why the contents of his stomach were pink. "I was stupid and ate a tub of strawberry ice cream last night even though I felt bad." Michael mumbled and retched hard, his whole body jerking forward and he scrunched his face up in pain, Felicia sitting next to him. "I *ACK!* h-hate this." Michael gagged, his retching sounding more painful than throwing up. "Oh god." Michael whimpered and then leaned forward, his head almost in the toilet bowl. "BLUUUUAAAAAARGGGG!" Was the god awful sound Michael had made as he released more of his stomach contents, Felicia rubbing his back as he heaved over and over, almost collapsing to the floor when he finished, but his girlfriend catching him. "You're not leaving this house for awhile." She mumbled as she helped him up and flushed the toilet, taking him to the bedroom. "Wasn't planning on it." Michael mumbled as he laid down in the bed, putting his hand on his twisting belly and rubbing it softly, Felicia laid a cold rag on his fiery forehead and he sighed in relief as it cooled him down slightly, then he was out cold as his exhaustion took over and he was out like a light. Over the next few days, Felicia took care of the poor boy, providing tummy rubs, cuddles, and comfort throughout the week. It was 3 days later and Michael was feeling almost 100% better, waking up and he heard Felicia throwing up, "Fuck." He cursed and then rushed into the bathroom, holding her hair back and kneeling down next to her as she released her stomach contents. She finished and he flushed the toilet, carrying her back to bed and laying with her, "I am so so so so so so sorry for getting you sick." Michael whispered as he kissed her fiery forehead, "Mikey, honey it's okay. You didn't purposely get me sick." She cooed and he pulled her into his chest, "I'm still sowwy." Michael mumbled and she giggled, "Just take care of me and you'll be forgiven." She chuckled. "I was gonna do that regardless." Michael smiled and kissed her temple, "Now let's sleep princess." He whispered and they fell asleep, Michael doing what he said he would and taking care of her.