I want to give credit to Brinkly01 she wrote this. waking up, Michael rolled over, he intended to snuggle up to his boyfriend Calum and go right back to sleep, it still being dark outside. But as he got closer to his side, he noticed the heat that was radiating off the man, frowning, Michael put his hand on his forehead, 'yup, definitely a fever.’ He thought to himself as he silently got up from the bed, going to the bathroom to get some medicine and a thermometer before returning to the bed and gently shaking Calum awake.
"Hey babe," Michael said, as Calum lazily blinked his eyes in his direction, "you feeling alright? You're kinda warm."
Calum went to nod, before realizing he was feeling really hot, "not really," he rasped out, dissolving into a coughing fit at the end of his words, Michael drew him in close to himself, rubbing his back comfortingly, until the coughing subsided. concern, as he eyed the brown eyes man all over. “My throat," He whispered, deciding that it hurt a hell of a lot less than talking normally. “And I feel like I am boiling hot."
“Yeah, I think you have a fever babe." Michael said, holding up the thermometer, “Let me check it, and then you can take some of these." He held up the pills that he had collected earlier. Rolling onto his back, and opening his mouth, Calum allowed for his temperature to be taken, he just wanted to feel better. When he was finished getting his temperature taken, he rolled back onto his side, burrowing himself down into the blanket.
"Oh," Michael said, as he read the number on the object you have a temperature of 102.4F" “Hmm.” Calum sat himself up, silently putting his hand out for the pills. Getting himself comfortable once more after swallowing them down with a wince. “Do you want to cuddle?" Michael asked, getting himself situated, and pulling Calum close as he nodded. “Babe, are you alright in there?" Ashton called through the door, his voice sounding tired and sore. “No!" A gag was heard from the other side of the door, “Why did I ever voluntarily consume anything that you cooked?" Luke whined. "Hey! Come on, it can't have been that bad." He let out a cough, “Besides, give me a break. You know that I'm sick." “Yeah, well Thanks to you, so am I." Luke opened the bathroom door, “How hard is it to check expiration dates anyway?" Ashton met his boyfriends' eyes, looking at him with a guilty expression, “I'm sorry, I thought it wouldn't matter that much. What can I do to help you feel better?"
His stomach let out a gurgle, “Right now, I would just like some privacy." Luke said, shutting the door once more, and hiding himself back away in the bathroom. His stomach was cramping and churning, and he knew that it was going to be awhile before he started to feel better. Taking himself to bed, Ashton decided to text Michael and see if he and Calum were still awake?
Calum was still awake: ASHTON: You up? Luke's puking; I think I gave him food poisoning... MICHAEL: Yeah, I'm up. Calum has a fever How on earth did you manage that? MICHAEL: Also how is your cold? And don't forget we have a show tomorrow night. ASHTON: Shit! I forgot about the show. My cold is fine though if luke and Calum aren't better by tomorrow, well we may need to cancel the show. MICHAEL: Yeah, Let's just worry about that when we have to. Talk to you in the morning, Calum really isn't well. Putting down his phone, Luke finally exiting the bathroom, coming to lie with him on the bed, “you going to be alright for a bit
now?" Ashton asked. “Yeah, should be." Luke rolled over, facing his back to his boyfriend. “Wanna cuddle?" Ashton asked, going to wrap his arms around his boyfriend, only to find himself being shrugged off.
“Ordinarily yes. But I don't want a cold on top of this hell." Luke said, by way of explanation.
The next morning when Michael woke up, the first thing that he did was reach across the bed to feel Calum’s forehead. ‘Not good' He thought to himself, his fever still being very present. Remembering his messages with Ashton from the night before, [about Luke also being sick.] he'd send send a messages to find out how he was doing this morning: MICHAEL: Hey Ash how is Luke this morning? ASHTON: He's still sleeping, so not so sure. He had a rough night though How's Cal?
MICHAEL: Still has a fever Come to our room when Luke's awake. We need to work out what to do about the show later. ASHTON: Okay. Feeling the boy start to stir beside him, Michael got himself out of bed. First going to use the toilet, and then going to grab a few things that he was sure he was going to need to care for his baby. When he returned to the bed, he found Calum awake and sitting up against the headboard, "Morning," he pulled the sick looking men across the bed, cuddling him into his chest. “Feeling any better?" Michael asked, knowing already what the answer was going to be. “Worse," The sick boy said hoarsely. ‘Great, I'm losing my voice.’ He thought to himself. Michael felt bad for him, Calum rarely got sick, but when he did it was usually pretty bad, “Want something to eat or drink?" He rubbed his back, “We have a show tonight, reckon you'll be okay to do it?" Calum just shrugged, if he was being honest with himself, he was feeling like death warmed over, “mmm,” He moaned into Michaels' chest, “I feel sick." The older boys concern was growing stronger by the second. “Do you think that you're going to throw up?" Calum just silently nodded, “Come on then, let's get you to the bathroom." Standing up first, Michael first helped the sick man to his feet, and then proceeded to help him make his way to the bathroom. Position Calum over the toilet, he crouched down behind him, rubbing his back and waiting for something to happen. Ashton got himself out of bed, letting out a sneeze as he did so. Looking at the clock and seeing that is was just 7:30 AM, he decided to make himself some breakfast. Once he finished up eating a couple of slices of toast, he found himself starting to get bored but seeing as Luke was still peacefully sleeping he didn't want to be too loud. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through twitter and posting a couple of new tweets: ‘3/4 member are sick, Luke may be my fault. #KitchenFails #NotAChef.’ ‘He'll be fine though. Calum is sick, but he's got, Mikey. And I still have a cold. #BandGoals' As the hours of the morning slowly ticked by and it started to near 9 AM, Luke finally started to stir. Waking up, and getting out of bed, he went to find Ashton, plonking himself down on his lap when he did. Letting out a pained moan, he buried his face in the older man's shoulder, “I still hate you, but I feel like shit." "Yeah," Ashton rubbed his back, “you good to go to Mikey and Cal's room? We need to decide what we are going to do about the show." Standing back up, Luke placed a hand on his stomach, “Just let me use the toilet first." Calum was in the middle of heaving into the toilet for what was the second time of the morning When he heard a knock on the hotel room “It's okay babe." Michael said, “I asked Ash, and Lucas to come to our room." Calum nodded, hating that he had to lose the comfort of his boyfriend's warm hands on his back. “How is Calum?" Ashton asked Michael as he opened the door, Luke immediately going to take a seat on the Couch. “Not that good," Michael answered. “What about him?" he asked, motioning towards Luke, who was sat on the couch with one hand wrapped around his stomach, and the other draped across his eyes as he lent his head against the back of the couch. Ashton shrugged, “He isn't as bad as he was." “That's a positive," Michael smiled, it quickly turning into a frown. “Calum has been throwing up all morning; add to that his fever and sore throat, and I don't think he is going to be able to do the show." “Yeah," Ashton agreed, as he watched a sweaty and pale Calum emerge from the bathroom, and do over to collapse heavily onto the bed. He walked across to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, “Calum, you alright?" he asked, Michael going to sit next to Luke. “Not really," He cracked an eye open, looking at Ashton, “my head hurts."Reckon some water would help?" Ashton asked, not waiting for a response as he made his way into the kitchen. Hearing a rather loud fart come from someone in the room, he turned around, just in time to see his boyfriend racing off towards the bathroom. As Ashton made eye contact with him, Michael just shrugged. “Thanks," he said, taking the water from the man, and returning to his own boyfriend's side. Helping him to sit up, and take some slow, careful sips of the water. “Luke?" Ashton called, hating that he was again blocked by a piece of wood, and unable to offer any comfort. ‘Stupid door' He coughed lightly into his hand, clearing his throat as he called out again, “Luke, what's going on?" “I'll be out in a second!" Luke yelled back through the door. Soon the sound of the toilet flushing was heard, followed by the door opening, and him falling into the arms of the waiting man, allowing himself to be wrapped up in loving arms. “Come on." Ashton let him over to the couch, so that the two of them could properly share a cuddle. The rest of the morning past In pretty much the same manner, the older two looking after the younger two. By mid-afternoon Luke was feeling a lot better, but Calum seemed to be steadily declining as the day continued on. “Babe, you can't do this show." Michael said, lying next to him on the bed. Calum was inside of his arms, cuddled as close to him as he could possibly be. “We need to cancel the show." He looked across at Ashton, who was sitting on the couch, with Luke lying in his lap, using him as a pillow. “I don't want to let anyone down." Calum quietly said, coughing into his pillow. “Cal, mate...Luke is sick too." Ashton spoke up, “And so am I," he sniffed, wiping his nose onto his ‘Gun’s and Roses' T-Shirt. "Yeah, see." Michael smiled, “We should cancel the show." He rubbed at the man's overheated back, “You need more meds baby.“Can't you just stay here?" Calum whined, as he went to get up, “Cuddle me, please." Michael laughed, “Your so cute, especially when you're sick." 5 Seconds Of Summer didn't end up doing the show that night, and while Luke was feeling completely better by the next morning, and Ashton's cold was finally gone by the day after, it took a week for Calum to get better. Apparently he had managed to contract the flu, and a bad one at that
Unfortunately for Michael though, just as he was getting better, he came down with it. And just how fun was that? Getting to spend the next week of his life experiencing what had been his boyfriend's misery for himself.
💞kaela-rose
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