Michael would skip band practice to take care of you while you were sick. He'd grab you some Tylenol, heat up some warm lemon water for you, set up a warm shower then run your blanket through the dryer again to make it warm, and make your favourite soup.
Initially, he wouldn't know what to do, but once you gave him instructions, he always did his best.
"Babe," he'd call out from the kitchen. "I can't find anything. Where's that broth shit you use?" he'd yell out.
You'd hear him from upstairs, but with a sore throat, you couldn't respond. Once he'd realize this, he'd speed walk back to your room and ask you.
He'd finish making the soup, then he'd bring it back up to you. Once he'd made the soup, you'd try it. It wouldn't be the best, but it was better than nothing; you appreciated his attempt. At the end of everything, he'd ask you for anything else he could possibly do for you.
"Cuddles?" he'd offer with outstretched arms.
"No, Mikey, you'll get sick," you'd have to remind him.
"I don't care." He would then proceed to snuggle in your blanket with you, hugging you and making you feel small within his protective embrace.
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