Michael's POV:
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I woke up feeling horrible, my head ached, my stomach hurt, I couldn't stop caughing, and I was extremely exhausted even though I had already overslept. I looked at the time on my phone wincing at the brightness and dragging myself out of my comforting, warm, loving, bed covers, I almost cried. What I love my bed! I stood up and fell straight to the not so comforting, not so warm, and definitely not loving, hard, cold, wood floor. I was so dizzy and nauseous I had to sit on the ridiculously cold floor and focus on my eye sight. When I finally pulled myself from unicorn island I walked into the kitchen regretting ever being born when my ears got flooded with Luke's girlish screech. Ounce everyone acknowledged my existence Ashton asked me if I was okay. Knowing we had interviews to go to I simply told him I was fine. He didn't look too convinced but went with it. I went to take a small nap before I had to enter a war zone. When I had gotten up stairs a wave of nausea hit me and I didn't have time before I threw up all on the floor. Great just great I just love being sick ughh. I cleaned myself and the floor up and went to bed.
Ashton's POV:I knew something was up with Michael he was ghost pale and had dark bags under his eyes and was holding his stomach leaned forward a bit. ~~~~~~~ŤĪMĘ ŠKÏP~~~~~~~
it was almost time to go so I went to wake Michael up but when I found him he was pale and sweating, he looked awful. I went to wake him up but he wouldn't wake up "c'mon Mike this isn't funny."
He wouldn't wake up and I was starting to panic. I screamed for the boys and ounce they were in there I told them to dial 911. I chose to ride in the ambulance with him. After arriving at the hospital we were directed into a private waiting room so we wouldn't be bombarded with fans. "Anyone here for Michael Clifford?" We all got up. "He will be fine he passed out from a high temperature, he has a bad case of the flu, he's in room 167." We quickly said thank you then ran to see him, he was laying there shivering and coughing. "Oh thank god your okay you scared the French fries outta me." He laughed and smiled and right then a nurse came in and told us he could be discharged now. As soon as we got home we all cuddled and watched movies and did nothing but laze around until Mikey got better.
