Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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"How long do you think he'd be okay if he weren't in the hospital?" Story asked his doctor that night when he was asleep, the fever taking hold of his energy. "If his fever wasn't so high, I'd say at least two days." This brought her hope, something she always had, but these past few days it diminished. "is there something you could give him? To make his fever low? I really wanna take him someplace, before he goes. I think it'll be good for him." She begged the doctor. "There is, I'm not sure how strong he'll be, but I ca lower his fever. I'll make plans for you to leave tomorrow night." He said to her. Story hugged him and said, "Thank you so much." 

The next day, Michael's fever reduced drastically, enough to for him to be able to walk around by himself. Story had walked in on him walking around, crying. "Oh Michael what's wrong?" She rushed over to him, pulling him into a hug. "I haven't been able to walk for a month, Story." She knew that sound, he was smiling. "I'm so happy for you." Story said and he kissed her, still making her weak in the knees. "I have a surprise for you." She smiled at him as the doctor came in, a wheelchair with him. 

"We're going somewhere."