Your P.O.V:
Michael had the flu and he lost his voice, overall he was miserable on tour. He was in his bunk , squeezing his spiderman stuffy to his chest. "Hey Mikey." I whispered, standing on my tip toes to be able to see inside his bunk. He gave me a weak smile. I felt bad for my friend, I couldn't do much to help him. "Y\N....cuddles?" He croaked out, barely above a whisper. I nodded and climbed in his bunk. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up to his chest. "You're so cozy." He whispered, pressing his hot cheek against my shoulder. "Thank you, but you need stop talking love. Your gonna make your throat hurt more." I whispered. He nodded and cuddled closer. I brushed some hair out of his eyes with my free hand and kissed his head. His eyelids slowly dropped and he yawned. "Sleepy kitten." I muttered. He chuckled and closed his eyes, snoring in seconds. "Feel better Mikey " I whispered, closing my eyes as well.
