Michael Clifford sickfics

Sick as a dog

Request by StaceyStonier

Okay but who else is dead from Michael's sleepy snapchat??

I'm still not over it

AND HE FUVKING DYED HIS GODDAMN HAIR IM NOT OKAY

FUCK YOU MICHAEL YOU FUCKING DILDO

I need to calm down halp me

Anyways.......
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Luke sighed as he waited for the black haired to respond to his messages, he know he sounded impatient but he hadn't heard from Michael in two days and he was beginning to worry about the pale boy. He was honestly debating on whether he should go by the boy's house or not, he wanted to know what was going on. "Fuck it." He mumbled and went to his car, going to see Michael to see if he was alright. He got to the house and went inside, having a key to the place and he heard a rough cough, worry spreading through his chest. "Mikey? You alright?" Luke asked as he went upstairs, seeing Michael laying in bed under a couple blankets, looking like death himself. "No." Michael whispered, well barely whispering as his voice was so quiet and raspy Luke barely heard him. "Oh sweetie." The blonde cooed and Michael whimpered, coughing slightly and curling into a tighter ball, Luke walked over and felt his forehead, frowning at the fever he had. "You're sick as a dog." Luke commented and Michael nodded, sniffling. "Hurts." Michael whispered, "What baby?" The younger cooed and Michael put a hand on his throat, it hurting too much to speak. Luke sat Michael up and the ill boy whimpered, his muscles aching and Luke played with his hair, "I just wanna look at your throat princess." Luke cooed and Michael opened his mouth, letting Luke see his throat and he went wide eyed as he saw how swollen it was. "Wh-what's wrong?" Michael squeaked, "Don't talk baby, we need to get you to the hospital okay?" Luke cooed and Michael whimpered, but nodded, Luke helping him put some sweats on and a baggy muscle tee as well as some socks and shoes (Michael insisted on the socks and shoes), then driving him to the hospital to see if his suspicions were correct about Michael's illness. Luke helped Michael into the hospital, the pale boy shaking from how cold he was and they took him to a room after getting him in a wheelchair, he was too dizzy and shaky to walk the distance. A nurse took Michael's vitals and shined a flashlight down his throat, diagnosing him with tonsillitis and a 103.4 degree fever, to which Michael whimpered and Luke kissed his cheek, helping him get into the hospital gown so they could take him into surgery to remove his tonsils. Luke was in the hospital the entire timr, waiting for Michael to wake up after the procedure had been done and he held the pale boy's hand as he waited, seeing Michael's eyes peel amd he smiled at him. "Hi princess." Luke cooed as he stroked Michael's cheek and the tired boy smiled lazily, "S-s-so-ore." Michael croaked out as he put a hand on his throat, it stinging as he spoke. "I know baby, you gotta rest your voice okay? It's not good for your throat." Luke cooed and Michael nodded, "H-hungr-gry." He whispered before he went completely silent, "I'll get you some ice cream since that's all the doctor will let you have." Luke smiled and kissed Michael's forehead, earning a tired, but wide toothy grin to spread on Michael's face.