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Ashton age 5: The world spun around you, you had just woken up from a good nights rest to you, but your body didn't think so. You peeled your covers off of your sweaty body. As soon as you removed them you shoved them over yourself again. It was so freezing yet you were sweating. Your skull felt like it was being pounded on by a hammer and soon your stomach started to hurt. "Ugh." You groaned as pain consumed you. "Y/N?" Ashton asked peeking in your room. No response. Ashton walked over to your covers and peeled them off you. You were visibly shivering. "Oh Y/N." Ashton said seeing the sweat dripping down your crimson red face. He put his hand on the back of your forehead. "You have a fever I need to get you some medicine." Ashton said walking into the bathroom. You started tearing up from pain, it was too much for your tiny body to handle. "First things first wear this." Ashton said handing you a short sleeves shirt and shorts. "But I'm cold." You said shivering. "No your not you're a walking tomato." Ashton said pouring the purple liquid. You giggled a little. "Here drink up." Ashton said handing you the medicine. You winced as the thick liquid went down your throat. "Does your stomach hurt." Ashton said leaning down to you and poking your stomach. You grimaced and nodded. "Salt crackers and water then." Ashton said carrying you to the kitchen. He sat you on your stool and gave you five salt crackers and a glass of water. You nibbled and sipped on your food and slowly felt your stomach settle. "I'm still cold." You said to Ashton. "I know but you have a fever which means your warm." Ashton said. You pouted, stupid fever. Ashton saw you were upset and motioned you to come to him. You crawled into his lap and laid your head on his chest. He rubbed your stomach and ran his fingers through your hair. "Hope you feel better." Ashton said poking your stomach again. You giggled. "Thank you Ashy." You said. Soon you started to feel better and you drifted to sleep on Ashton.
Luke age 4: Another wave of coughs went through you. Bronchitis was going around your school. Lucky you had received it. Your clock read 6:28 am. You sighed, you didn't wanna wake Luke because this is the only time he gets to sleep in. Bronchitis is just when liquid from your nose and head goes into your throat. It is just constant coughing and soreness in your upper body. Not fun for a four year old. You tried to keep your coughs quiet and you ended up falling asleep until 7:00 am. At 7:00 am Luke heard you coughing and decided to investigate. "You caught it didn't you." Luke said looking at your wrecked figure. Your mom received an email a couple of days ago concerning the sickness. Your throat ached and so did your abdomen, your nose was completely blocked, and there were bags under your eyes due to the lack of sleep. "Can you speak?" Luke asked. "Your tried to say yes but nothing really came out but a couple of squeaks. "I guess that's no." Luke said chuckling a little. He picked you up and took you downstairs. "Ok cold medicine and lots and lots of water, the doctors office is closed today." Luke said. You needed the water so the bad liquid is flushed out of your system. The retched red liquid poured down your throat blah. Luke saw how sad you were you couldn't even speak, and you had to drink water instead of juice. "Come here." Luke said picking you up and carrying you up the stairs. He set you down on his bed. He grabbed his guitar. "I'm gonna play your favorite song." Luke said ruffling your hair. You let out a weak giggle. He played y/f/s and you listened contently. Luke kept playing to you until you fell asleep on his bed.
Michael age 2: You woke up from a good nights sleep. You opened your eyes only to feel a stinging pain surging through your eyes. You jumped out of bed concerned because you never felt this pain before. You picked up your little handheld mirror and looked at your reflection. You jumped back and yelped. Your eyes were near red. "Mikey." You cried feeling tears well up in your eyes. "Y/N what's wrong?" Michael asked as he entered your room. You pointed to your eyes. "It hurts." You said as tears rolled out of your eyes. "Ugh seriously." Michael said. "You have pink eye and that's contagious. Michael was concerned because he had to leave for tour soon and he couldn't get sick. "Alright we have to go to the store and get you eye drops." Michael said. He drove you to the store and picked some up. Then he drove you back home. "Ok we have to put these in right away." Michael said. You sat down. He kneeled over you and dropped them in your eyes. They stung horribly, you felt tears starting to well up in your eyes. "Hey don't cry or I'll have to do them all over again." Michael said. You immediately clamped your mouth shut and smiled. "That's my girl." Michael said sitting down to watch a movie with you.
Calum age 3: You opened your eyes from a good nights sleep. You swallowed. Biggest mistake ever. Your throat hurt so bad and felt so scratchy and dry. You scampered to the bathroom to look at your bright red throat. "Calum." You tried to say. You were taken back by surprise because your voice didn't sound normal at all. "Y/N was that you?" Calum asked peeking out his door. You nodded deciding to save your voice. "Does your throat hurt?" Calum asked. You nodded. "Alright well let's get dressed and I'll take you to the doctors. You had strep throat. Which sucks. You had to take nasty pink medicine out of a little vile twice a day and hard foods weren't the best. Calum poured you your first dose of medicine. You weren't having it. Being the sassy three year old you were you refused. "If you take it you can have ice cream." Calum said. You decided to give in and take the medicine getting your reward of ice cream.
