Calum: Sniffling in your bed with tissues scattered over your quilt, the fever got you bad. Your parents were at work and your boyfriend, Calum, as well. He had been working a lot since the band they made up took off the ground. Heavy breaths kept turning into coughing fits, those heavy ones were you’d almost think you cough out your lungs. You kept dozing off until another fit kicked in, and Calum, having the worst timing ever, called you at that exact moment to check in on you. You clicked the green button. Calum’s voice drowned into the sounds that escaped your mouth, replacing your hello. “Oh baby….” Calum said with sorrow. “That’s it. I’m coming over right now. I hate to know you’re sick and you’re all alone.” Calum waited for you to reply. When the coughing was over for a good moment you sighed and talked to him with a hoarse voice. “It hurts so much.” You said tiresome. “I know. I think by now you must have better-looking abs than I do.” He chuckled, trying to cheer you up. “My abs always look better than yours.” You replied, giggling which animated it again. You heard Calum’s laugh through the telephone. “We’ll see about that in a few. I’m on my way baby.” He said, making kissy noises through the phone before he hung up to get to you as soon as possible.
Ashton: Being felled by the flu, it was in the middle of the night the coughing fits came to life. You took a sip of water that you kept on your nightstand, hoping the tickling feeling would subside, but they only got worse. Wrestling out of Ashton’s arms, still coughing badly, you could hear the crack within you, followed by a scream escaping your mouth as your hand grabbed your waist. Ashton shot up, his body filled with adrenaline already as he turned on the lights. He saw you lying next to him, tears forming in your eyes, still coughing. “Y/n!?” He put a hand on your waist, but retreated it when he realized that was the cause of your pain. He didn’t have a moment of thought when he put his clothes on sloppily, carrying you to his car. With your ear pressed to his chest, you could feel his panicked breathing and fast beating of the heart. He drove every red light to get you to the hospital. After the while that it took for the doctors to take care of you, he returned to your side, lovingly stroking your hair smiling down at you. “Hey baby.” He purred, kissing your lips softly. “You scared me for a moment.” He whispered, his eyes going over every piece of your skin to make sure you were alright until they looked into yours. “Sorry.” You croaked. Ashton shook his head. “It’s okay. Sleep angel. I’ll be here.” Ashton reassured you as he kissed your forehead.
Luke: Monday morning meant work for the both of you. Although you had been sick and coughing in the weekend, the cold was slowly getting better when you woke up. You sat on the bedside, watching Luke move through the room with his messy hair and his underwear on. You were cracking jokes that lead up to Luke removing his underwear. “I’m gonna take a shower. Catch!” He chuckled, tossing it at you making you catch it. As your arms got up to shield your face, you felt the slight pinch in your ribs. You hissed at it. “You okay?” Luke asked, as the water splattered the cabin, he peeped behind the door that was half open to look at you. “I think I bruised something.” You mumbled. Luke’s confused stare came into full vision as he walked up to you. He pulled up your shirt. “It’s not blue?” He said. “No it feels blue from the inside.” “Well, with the way that you’ve been coughing I don’t find it strange you might bruised a rib.” He explained. You pouted and he kissed it. “Come on, shower with me. Then I’ll take you round to the doctor.” You got up, following Luke. “But what about your work?” He chuckled at you and kissed your nose. “You’re more important to me than that, when will you realize?” He told you, taking you into the shower, careful you wouldn’t strain your rib any more.
Michael: Michael looked at you as you lay there covered by the blankets up to your nose, your eyes closed. You’re breathing was hard as if you had trouble. His lips brushed over your forehead that felt warm by the fever, his nose now touching yours giving you an eskimo kiss. “Love.” He whispered. You groaned in return. “I’m worried about you.” He said softly again. “I’m fine.” You replied, your voice broken by the coughing. “You sound like you’re in pain.” Michael said, a frown of worry on his forehead. “I am.” He put his hand on top of where your stomach is, rubbing it softly. You groaned again, telling him that was the place it hurt. “It feels swollen.” His hand radiated warmth into your skin, making it less painful already as he took his phone with the other hand, dialing the doctor’s number. “Nooo.. no doctor.” You whined quietly. “I can’t stand to look at you in pain anymore. Let me help you, please? I love you.” He said, kissing you just below your lower lip. He clicked on the dial button, requesting for the doctor to pay a visit as soon as possible. As they came to an agreement, Michael kept rubbing the place of pain, soft circles were made. “I promise you’ll get well soon baby. As long as you promise to never get sick again.” Michael said, kissing your nose. Although you still had your eyes close, them being too tired to open them up, you smiled lightly at him. “I love you too.” You whispered back.
