Michael Clifford sickfics

PTSD

Request by anonymous

Hero Pt.2

Sorry that this is a bit short

Look at it his little dance he's too cute and precious for this world

Warnings!!!
- triggering
- sad
- graphic
- PTSD

I'm sorry if I get anything wrong about this disorder and if I do please correct me nicely!!!!!!

Thank you ❤❤❤❤

Anyways.......
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After the accident and a long recovery, Michael had been diagnosed with PTSD, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Due to the trauma from the incident, Michael would have rather extreme flashbacks or nightmares, usually having a panic attack from the disorder once a day, sometimes more. He would randomly see the scene unfold infront of him, except unlike the actual event, he was awake the whole time and was in agonizing pain, being able to feel the aching in his body, feeling like he was reliving the accident. One time, he had a flashback onstage and fans had to witness their idol screaming and crying before he was rushed backstage to be calmed down, not being able to finish the concert. This wasn't that common to sufferers of PTSD, but Michael is in a state of shock almost after he finishes a panic attack, he is almost completely silent except for a whimper of sniffle, and he would tremble, plus be clinging onto one of his bandmates. Currently, the boys were sitting in their hotel room, well Michael asleep in the next room whilst the other three hung out or whatever they fuck they wanted. Suddenly, they heard Michael's infamous scream of terror, making them jump up and rush into the room, seeing the red head thrashing about in his body, one of his hands clutching his upper right arm, where a deep scar on his arm is from when a branch impaled him. "Help me! Help me! Someone help!" Michael cried and Calum rushed over, pulling the awake boy into a sitting up position and Michael just flopped back down. "Get it off! Get it off!" Michael sobbed as he thrashed his upper body around, not moving his lower half because he was visualizing the tree ontop of him. "It hurts! Get it off me! Please!" Michael shrieked and Calum sat him up, holding his hands, "C-Cally, h-help m-me." Michael sobbed and Calum's heart broke in two, "Mikey, the tree is off you, nothing is on you." Calum cooed and Michael sobbed, "H-hurt." Michael whimpered, "Baby, you're all fixed see. You're in a nice comfy bed with all of us, you're in a hotel with me and the boys. You're perfectly fine now." Calum cooed and Michael fell silent, crawling into Calum's lap and clutching onto his tshirt. "Wanna cuddle Mikey?" Ashton cooed, "Cuddle Cally." Michael whimpered and snuggled into Calum's chest, trembling slightly and they knew he was in that state of shock. "We'll be back later." Luke smiled and Calum nodded, holding the poor boy close and rocking him back and forth, Michael's eyes falling amd he was drifting to sleep. "L-love you Cally." Michael mumbled before falling asleep, Calum smiling and laying down, holding the red head close to his chest.