Michael Clifford sickfics

Strep

Request by lilac_michael

I legit had to look up symptoms of strep throat because I had no fucking clue what to do LOL

Sorry that this wasn't as good as it should've been, I felt bad for making you wait so long, so I rushed and made it awful, sorry love

OKAY THE FETUS

THE SMILE

THE LAUGH

THE HAIR

THE BEANIE

THE NECKLACES

THE EVERYTHING!!!!!

Anyways..........
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Michael woke up and he winced at the slight stinging in his throat, his ears and tummy hurting as well and he found the areas of pain rather strange, but shrugged it off. He got up and his head throbbed in pain, making him whine and then he slowly got dressed, then going downstairs and sitting next to Calum at the dining table, the smell of food making him feel nausea. "I made you your favorite breakfast smoothie Mikey." Ashton smiled and set a glass of purple-ish blue liquid infront of Michael, "Thanks Ash." Michael croaked and he froze at how bad his voice sounded, "Woah, Mike. You don't sound to good mate." Calum mumbled and Michael shrugged, taking a rather big sip of the smoothie and as he swallowed it, his throat stung terribly amd he whimpered from how bad it hurt to swallow the fruity liquid. "Mikey, honey what hurts?" Luke asked and Michael shook his head, not wanting to speak because it hurt too bad. Ashton handed him a notepad and Michael wrote down the areas of pain. Which were his ears, head, throat, and his belly was whirling around in a nauseated manor. "Mikey, let me see your throat." Ashton cooed and Michael opened his mouth, the oldest looking inside his mouth and seeing how red his throat was, "Oh baby it looks pretty bad." Ashton frowned and Michael pouted as he closed his mouth, Calum putting his hand on his forehead and sighed at the fever he felt "H-hu-urts." Michael croaked out, his voice sounded god awful. "Oh Mikey, let's get you back to bed." Luke cooed and Michael nodded, standing up and hugging himself, Luke helping him back to bed and Michael shivered, now getting the chills and he mentally groaned. Luke laid Michael down in bed and put the blanket over him, the brown haired boy made grabby hands at the younger and Luke laid next to him, the sick boy cuddling into him and smiling weakly, then seeing Calum walk in with a cup of tea for Michael and he slowly sat up, silently thanking Calum for the tea with a smile and sipped it, wincing as he swallowed and Luke frowned, feeling bad for his ill bandmate. Michael put the mug down and he laid back down, his head resting on Luke's lap and he smiled weakly when the blonde played with his hair, it helping him relax. Ashton walked in with the mouth thermometer and Michael opened his mouth, the thermometer being put into his mouth and everyone waited for the beep, it going off and Ashton read it, "102.4. Not too bad, but not too good either." Ashton mumbled and laid a cold flannel on his forehead, Michael sighing in relief as it felt good against his warm skin. "Go to sleep yeah?" Luke cooed and Michael nodded, slowly falling asleep. It took a few days, but Michael slowly returned to his normal self, his voice still a little scratchy for awhile but he was definitely feeling better than he was before.