Michael's P.O.V.
"ASHoo!"
I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs.
"Fuck", I screamed in pain.
"What happened", Ashton rushed to me.
Luke followed behind and he just gasped as I closed my eyes.
"Oh god", Ashton poked my ankle, "Does it hurt."
"God dammit Ashton", I screamed, "Why would you poke my fucking ankle?"
I opened my eyes, careful not to look at my ankle, and looked at Luke. He gagged which made me look at my ankle in curiosity. My ankle was sticking out about two times more than it should be.
"Oh god let's take you to the hospital", Luke pulled himself together.
"We have a concert tomorrow", I cried, "How are we gonna do a concert?"
"It's gonna be ok Michael", Luke reassured me, "At least you and I aren't sick, Ashton will be fine tomorrow and so will Calum. Stop focusing on the band, you're ankle is sticking out on the wrong side right now."
This made me laugh a little, despite my ankle hurting like fuck.
"Ashton stay here with Calum and I will take Michael to the hospital", Luke took over my position.
Ashton nodded and headed up the stairs while Luke helped me up and to the car. I winced in pain and choked back the tears that I'd been fighting on the stairs.
Luke noticed my discomfort, "Take these."
He handed me two pills and tossed a bottle of water at me. I took the pills and took a gulp of water as he sped off into the night, taking me to the doctor.
Simmer down, simmer down
Those lyrics played softly through the radio as soon as Luke turned it on. He immediately gasped and turned it up.
They say we're too young now to amount to anything else
But look around we work too damn hard for this just to give up now
If you don't swim, you'll drown
But dont move honey
You look so perfect standing there in my American apparel underwear
And I know now that I'm so down
Your lipstick stain is a work of art I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart
And I know now that I'm so down
Hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Asthton turned the car off and took me into the hospital. As soon as we'd gotten in, everyone looked at us. The young nurse at the desk looked at both of us. She probably thought we looked like shit I mean imagine a pale, sweaty, sick boy helping a boy who's ankle was sticking out the wrong.
"Hello", she smiled friendly.
"Hi", Ashton huffed as I propped myself on the dest instead of him.
"You guys look good", she smiled.
"Oh so we don't look as bad of a wreck as I thought", Ashton flirted.
What the fuck? Is my ankle not sticking out? I him with my arm in his bicep. He didn't move and neither did she.
"No you look like you should be at a party", she smiled.
She was a blonde, he make up done and in a intern scrub, it had a Mickey Mouse pattern on it.
"You like Mickey", he flirted, "Well I can be your Mick-"
I pushed his face out of the way, "Michael Clifford age 18,"
I smirked at the now blushing Ashton. His jaw went slack and his eyes fluttered as he brought his arm over his nose and mouth.
"Ehh...ASHoo! ISHuh!"
He sniffled.
"Bless you and you are", she mentioned to Ashton.
Knowin Ashton, he was going to flirt so I stepped in, "He is Ashton and he is 18 aslo."
Ashton smiled at her.
"The doctor would be right with you", she smiled again and a blush creeped on her face, "You can sit over there."
I saw some chairs in sight, sticking out of the wall. I looked at Ashton to see he was staring at her eyes, engrossed, and a deep blush was on his cheeks. I wrote down Ashton's number and gave it to her with a sigh. I grabbed Ashton's bicep and pulled it down.
"Oh bloody hell Michael", Ashton yelped.
A smile of satisfactory came over me and he smirked. He helped me over to the chairs and I sat down.
"So the girl and the front desk", I said.
He hit my stomach, "Shh."
"So the girl-", I started to shout, but Ashton covered my mouth with his hand.
"Eww", I pried his hand off of my mouth, "You probably sneezed and coughed into that hand of yours Ashton!"
He smiled, "You're the one that was embarrasing me."
"You didn't need my help", I muttered loud enough that only he could hear me.
He hit me in my stomach again.
"Umph", I expulled air from my lungs quickly, "If you do that again, I will throw up on you Ashton."
"Oh shu-ASHoo!"
"Bless you."
"Ehh...ISHoo...ISHuu...ESHuh...ASH!"
"Bless you even more", I sighed and then put my hand on his forehead, "Are you getting worse?"
He shook his head, eyes still closed.
"Your fever seems to be even higher Ashton", I frowned, "That's it. I have to call management and tell them to cancel tomorrow's show."
"Stop being our dads Michael", Ashton wined, "You heard Luke say we would be good by then."
"And now you're being extremely sensitive", I muttered so even he couldn't hear it.
I turned away and looked at the rack of magazines. I wish I had brought my phone.
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Are they going to be able to perform *clicks tongue* or NAH!
Dun dun dun lol :)
