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The lads of 5 Seconds of Summer were hanging around in the tour bus in Russia, where it was flipping freezing, might I add. Not to mention it was winter. All the boys had like 20 jumpers on. Except Michael. Michael had a high temperature and was like a personal heater to the boys. They were cuddling him to warm up, it was cute really. Until his fever got too high. Michael started off by asking for a pizza, confusing the boys.

"Pizza? Can we have pizza, drummy?" Michael asked, specifically to Ashton, who pulled a confused face at the other two.

"Did he just call you Drummy?" Calum laughed. Ashton nodded slowly as if he was trying to figure something out.

"Shut it Cally-Pal." Michael said, trying to come off as intimidating. He crossed his arms and put on a pout.

"I'm confused..?" Luke said quietly.

"That's because you're a... breadstick." Michael mumbled. Suddenly Ashton gasped, and darted off to the bathroom. He came holding a thermometer and told Michael to open up. It didn't work.

"Michael, open up or you won't get pizza." Ashton firmly stated. Michael looked shocked that his bandmate would even consider taking away the possibility of pizza from him. He quickly opened his mouth and Ashton stuck the thermometer in, instructing him not to take it out until he heard a beep.

Once the beep was heard, Michael was quick to take the thermometer out of his mouth and look at it. Ashton requested that it was handed to him and Michael reluctantly handed the object over. Ashton looked at it for a minute and then his eyebrows raised quite dramatically.

"What is it? What's happened?" Michael asked in a childlike voice, sounding quite worried. Ashton held back a laugh as he explained what he was surprised by.

"You've got quite a high fever Mikey." Ashton told him. Michael looked back confused.

"What's a Fee-ver, Drummy?" Michael asked, still using his childish voice. Luke couldn't stop himself from laughing, but Ashton ignored him.

"It's when your body is too hot." Ashton answered.

"Oh. Am I hot?" Michael asked innocently, and all the others fell about laughing at the question.

"Umm... yes." Calum said. When the room fell silent, Calum blushed. "I meant temperature!" He sighed and they all laughed again. Poor Michael just sat there without a clue about why they were laughing.

"Innocent Michael, very rare form of Clifford." Luke giggled.

"Can I have pizza, breadstick?" Michael asked.

"You could've come up with a better nickname. But no, Mikey, no pizza." Luke said, trying to hold back a laugh as Michael crossed his arms with a huff, like a child.

"Oh Mike, come on." Ashton tried to talk to the boy, but he wasn't having any of it.

"I WANT PIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZAAAAAAA!!!!" Michael yelled like a three year old having a tantrum.

"Michael, you aren't.."

"PIZZZZZZAAAAA!" Michael yelled, breaking down in tears. The three of his bandmates let out a collective sigh, there was only one way to go about this.

"We'll get you some pizza, Mikey. Just please, stop crying." Immediately Michael stopped crying, looking towards Luke.

"You mean it?" Michael asked.

"Yes Michael, I'll get you some pizza myself. I'll be back in about ten minutes guys." Luke addressed the other two lads in the room.

"See you." Ashton farewelled the taller lad. Michael glanced at the two boys he was left with.

"Breadstick went to get pizza?" He asked.

"Yes." Calum said warily, not wanting Michael to blow up again.

"Ok. I'm cold!" Michael whined.

"How could you possibly be cold with a temperature as high as yours?" Ashton sighed. Michael sighed and just held up his arms for a cuddle. "You wanna cuddle, Mikey?"

"Yup." Michael said, popping the 'p'. Calum let out a small laugh.

"Can I join?" Calum asked. Michael nodded and put his head on Calum's chest. Ashton came and somehow managed to fit on the couch around the two to join the cuddle. When Luke came back, this was how he found them, Calum and Ashton talking quietly and Michael asleep. He laughed quietly, which caught the two awake boys' attention.

"PIZZZZAAA!" Michael yelled, jumping out of the cuddle fest and opening the box right as Luke placed it on the table. He inhaled deeply, smelling the sweet smell of the food he had been craving for the last hour. "All hail the pizza." Michael mumble through a mouthful. The rest of the boys shook their heads, sighing.

"Can I have a bit?" Calum asked, stretching out his hand to get a slice. Michael was quick though. He slapped Calum's hand really quite hard and growled at the kiwi.

"Get your own, Cally-Pal." Michael growled. It was actually quite intimidating until the nickname popped up. All three of the lads could help themselves but burst out laughing, it was hilarious how the blue haired lad tried to be threatening in his childlike state."SHTAP LAUGHING AT ME!" Michael shouted, only making his bandmates laugh more at the slight lisp he had.

"STOP IT!" Michael shouted, sounding a bit more like himself. Ashton and Calum stopped laughing, but Luke couldn't seem to stop. Michael stood up, walking over to Luke and, before anyone could stop him, punched him right in the jaw. It wasn't hard enough to injure Luke, but it sure did hurt.

"Ow! What was that for?" Luke shouted, glaring at Michael while rubbing his jaw. Michael was almost in tears. He didn't mean to hurt his tall friend. He plopped down on the ground and began crying his eyes out. Ashton picked him up, putting him on the couch to try and calm him down while Calum went with Luke to get an ice pack for his jaw.

Michael was sobbing out incoherent words while Ashton hugged his sweaty body. With the ice pack held against his jaw, Luke crouched down beside Michael and took him from Ashton.

"Lukey I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Michael cried.

"Mikey, it's fine. I know you didn't mean to, okay? I forgive you." Luke whispered, Michael's crying calmed down when he heard that. Luke glanced up at the other two, mouthing that Michael was really hot. Ashton quickly went to get a cold cloth and Calum went to run an ice bath to try and cool him down.

"Michael, Calum is gonna run you a really cool bath, yeah?" Luke told the boy in his arms quietly. Michael looked up and shook his head rapidly. "No? Why not?" Luke asked.

"M'cold. I just wanna cuddle, breadstick." Michael mumbled cutely. Luke frowned.

"Bub, we need to get that temperature of yours down. You're too hot." Luke explained to the pouty boy, a sincere look on his own face.

"But I don't wanna!" Michael whined. Luke sighed, he would have to comprimise.

"Okay, how about this. You don't have to have a bath, I'll cuddle you even, but you have to have a cold cloth on your neck and your forehead." Luke suggested. Michael's face twisted with what could be called disgust, but soon he nodded and Luke smiled, calling for the other two. "Michael's not having a bath, he's just gonna have a wet cloth on both his neck and his forehead while he gets some cuddles from me." Luke explained.

Ashton sighed. "He really needs to have to a cold bath. His temperature is so high." He said. Michael shook his head.

"I won't have a bath. I'm freezing." Michael argued childishly. Ashton shook his head, and left the room without another word. "Can I have my cuddle now?" Michael asked, looking towards Luke, who nodded and opened his arms. Michael settled himself in Luke's arms and Luke held him tightly. When Calum came back into the room, Luke was on his phone with a sleeping Michael in his lap.

Michael was asleep for ages. It was 4 hours later when he awoke finally, and he was miserable at best. He was so fed up with this and just wanted to get better so he could rock out with his guitar. The lads did their level best to try and cheer him up, but nothing was working. They hated seeing him so down.

"Guys, I think we need to take Michael to the hospital. I mean, we've done everything that we can, but he's just miserable. I was happier having annoying three year old Michael than I am with depressed Michael." Calum explained.

"Yeah, I agree. I just hope that whatever is plaguing Michael will be easy to get rid of once we get there." Ashton agreed. Now that they had decided on taking Michael to the hospital, the hard part was actually carrying out this plan. Michael was usually hard to get to leave the hotel room, they had no idea how difficult sad Michael was. Heading to the lounge area, where Michael was sat on the couch playing some game on his phone, the lads sorted out an attack plan. Luke left the tour bus to get a car while the other two stayed to convince, or rather force, Michael to go to the hospital.

When they sat beside Michael, he looked up at them rather questioningly.

"What does Drummy and Cally-Pal want?" Michael asked, back into his childlike state, but still looking miserable as fuck.

"We want you to come with us." Calum said, earning a suspicious Michael.

"Where?" He asked.

"You'll see." Ashton said, and he got the

complete opposite reaction to what he hoped for. He hoped that Michael would come with them, even if it was reluctant, but instead, Michael just shook his head and went back to his phone.

"Come on, Mikey please. We are gonna cheer you up." Calum tried to convince the boy.

"Where will you take Mikey?" Michael asked, referring to himself in third person.

"Somewhere." Luke said, appearing in the doorway.

"Mikey won't go." Michael argued, crossing his arms, an angry pout on his face. Luke sighed, walking over to Michael, he lifted him up and placed him over his shoulder and exited the bus despite the thrashing of the childish boy. He walked all the way to the car and chucked him in the back seat, Ashton sliding in after him. Luke went over to the drivers side, Calum getting into the passenger seat and they were off to the hospital, Michael whining the whole trip.

Once they got to the hospital, Calum went to check Michael in while Ashton and Luke went to sit down with the blue haired boy. They waited half an hour, listening to the annoyed whines about how he had been betrayed and how they obviously weren't Michael's friends anymore if that was how they were going to treat him. Finally a doctor came out calling Michael's name and the three boys followed her to an examination room.

The doctor told Michael to sit on the bed, and looked towards the three boys.

"So, he's delirious, you said?" She asked, the boys nodding. She then turned to Michael to ask him some questions.

"What's your name?" She asked, starting off simple.

"Umm, Mikey Chicken." Michael said in all seriousness.

"Are you sure?" She asked, unsure if he was joking or not.

"Nope. But I like chicken." Michael sighed, as if the woman was stupid.

"Michael, you need to be serious now." Calum said. "What's your last name?" Calum repeated.

"Clifford, you knew that Cally-Pal."

Questions like this went on for a little while, Michael trying to avoid answering seriously as he didn't want to be here, so he decided to make it as difficult as possible for the doctor. Eventually the doctor gave up on the questions, and decided just to monitor him through general conversation. It would be easier.

While this was going on, she took his temperature. It was dangerously high, and she had to cool him down as hurriedly as possible. But the best way to do that was through cooling and fever reducing fluids in an IV. And judging from her experience so far, it was not going to be easy to insert the needle. She called Ashton over to one side of the room to have a private conversation with him.

"I need to cool Michael down as quickly as possible as his temperature is way too high. But the only way to do that is with an IV." She explained to Ashton.

"Oh. That's gonna be difficult." Ashton agreed with her own thoughts.

"That's what I was thinking. I think the only way we'll be able to do this is if we get Michael into a bed and I get you to hold him down. I'll strap him to the bed and then insert the IV. I'm sorry, but it's the only way." She informed. Ashton nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I can cope with that." Ashton agreed. He called the other two over, one at a time, and explained the plan to them. They sighed, but agreed that it was they only way to do it.

"Michael, can you lay down for me?" Luke asked him, earning a shake of the head from the blue haired boy.

"Oh Mikey, just lay down? Please?" Ashton coaxed him. They did this for a couple of minutes before Michael finally gave in. He laid there for a few seconds, before Ashton put his hands on his chest.

"What you doing?" Michael asked, beginning to panic a little.

"Michael, we are going to put an IV in your arm, okay?" Calum said, holding Michael's legs down. Upon hearing that, Michael panicked and started to thrash around.

"No! Please no!" Michael shouted, trying to fight to get free. Luke had a hold of Michael's arms while the doctor strapped them down. Then he moved to help Calum with Michael's kicking legs.

When Michael was being completely held down, the doctor approached with the IV.

"NOO!!" Michael screamed, tears running down his cheeks.

"Michael, it's just a quick little prick, yeah? It doesn't hurt." The doctor tried to convince Michael, but his yelling drowned her out. He tried to fight for a couple more seconds before giving up. The doctor used this moment to put in IV and honestly, Michael didn't even notice.

"Don't do the thing, please!" He sobbed. Ashton pulling the crying boy into a hug, best he could with Michael still tied down.

"But buddy, she already did it." He said. Michael gasped and looked at his arm.

"I didn't feel it though." He sniffled.

"What did we tell you?" Calum asked.

"That it wouldn't hurt?" Michael answers, still sniffling.

"And did it?"

"No." Michael admitted, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

"You did great buddy." Luke soothed.

"Alright guys, I'll leave you with Michael for about half an hour and by the time I get back the medicine should start to take effect." The doctor announced. All of the lad thanked her, even Michael, as she headed out the door.

"So Michael, how are you feeling?" Luke asked.

"Tired." Michael answered groggily, leaning his head against the wall behind him.

"You wanna go to sleep buddy? We'll wake you up when the doctor gets back." Ashton offered.

"Yes please, Drummy." Michael yawned and the three lads helped tuck him in. Once he was asleep, the three grabbed out their phones, desperate for something to pass the time.

All that could be heard in the room was the sounds of annoyed boys who just lost the game they were playing. And Michael's snoring.

After a while, the doctor came back in and the lads put away their phones.

"Should we wake him?" Calum asked, nodding towards Michael.

"Not yet, I need to change the IV." She said, doing so. When that was done, she told them to wake him up, which they did by gently shaking him. Somehow it worked.

"Hey Mikey." They all said at the same time.

"Hey." Michael replied, looking creeped out at the fact that they were completely in sync.

"How are you doing, buddy?" Ashton asked gaining a shrug in response.

"Can I take your temperature?" The doctor asked Michael, who reluctantly nodded and allowed her to do so.

"You've cooled down a lot. You should be able to leave soon." She explained, pocketing the thermometer.

"Yay!" Michael cried out, surprising everyone.

"You've cheered up a lot." Calum commented on Michael's excitable behaviour.

"I feel a lot better now." He explained.

"Well that's good. I'm glad to hear it." The doctor commented, handing a slip to Ashton. "Here's a prescription for some medication for Michael to take if he feels sick again."

"Thank you so much." Ashton nodded, genuinely thankful for all that the doctor had done for them that day.

"Michael is free to go home once I remove his IV." Which she did with ease. The lads all thanked her and said their goodbyes as they left the hospital. As they got into the car, Calum asked an interesting question.

"Michael, do you remember much from this morning?" He asked. Michael's face twisted into an expression of pure confusion.

"No, why?"

"I'll tell you later." Calum laughed as they exited the hospital parking lot.