5SOS Imagines

Michael - He's Sick

         

         

Michael has always turned into the biggest baby when he's sick, so when you received a text from him earlier that afternoon explaining he was coming home early from the studio, because he felt ill you immediately rushed to the closest drugstore to pick up items for what you liked to call your "Michael Survival Kit." You pull into the driveway, sighing slightly when you see his car already there. You gather your bags, entering the house as quietly as possible, hearing a groan coming from the living room.

"Baby?" He calls.

You kneel beside him, pushing the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead out of the way, grimacing when you feel how hot his forehead is.

"Hi Mikey, I'm right here, love. How are you feeling?"

"It hurts." He whines, nuzzling his face closer to your touch.

"What hurts, baby?"

"Everything." A slight pout forms across his lips.

"Okay, I bought some medicine for you. You're burning up, Mikey. Do yo-"

"Burnin' up, I'm burnin' up for you baby." He mumbles softly.

"Did you just interrupt me to sing The Jonas Brothers?" You giggle.

"Mhm." He hums sleepily.

You shake your head, grabbing some DayQuil for him to take, you help him sit up slightly, handing him the pills and a glass of water to wash them down. He throws his head back slightly, swallowing the medicine, smiling gratefully as you help him lie back down.

"Thank you."

"Of course, baby."

You kiss his forehead, before getting up and grabbing more items from your shopping bags.

"Do you want to wat-"

A loud snore erupts from his lips as you're about to ask him a question. You smile softly, grateful that he's able to get some sleep. You gather your bags, heading into the kitchen to make some of your homemade vegetable soup for Michael. As you begin to make it, you turn the radio on quietly, humming softly as you swing your hips to the beat. Some time passes and you turn the stovetop on low to keep the soup warm until Michael wakes up. You quietly tip toe back into the living room, peeking over the couch only to find the space empty. You furrow your brows, checking all of the rooms downstairs for him.

"Mikey?" You call with no answer.

You slowly head upstairs, hearing his scratchy voice mumbling incoherent words. You peak through the crack in the bedroom door, frowning slightly as you enter.

"Michael!" You scold.

"What?" He asks innocently.

"You're supposed to be resting! Playing your video games is not resting! Either crawl into that bed right now, or go back down on the couch." You order.

"But, I'm bored." He whines.

"I don't care. Now do what I said." You cross your arms across your chest, narrowing your eyes slightly.

Michael huffs in defeat, throwing his controller into the basket before climbing into bed, grumbling the entire time.

"You're an actual child, do you know that?" You tease.

He pouts, stretching out his arms for you to crawl into bed with him. You smile softly, crawling next to him, covering your bodies with a fuzzy blanket. He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck as you play with his hair gently.