Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Don't Forget ✨

HIStory Era

"She's waking up. Quick! Get a doctor!"

Warm, bright light beamed against your skin causing your eyes to flutter open. The room is a blur of white, bursting with cold air that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up and the bones in your toes twitch.

Every passing breath is slow, deep, and painful like you're doing it for the first time and every nerve in your body feels jolted with newfound energy.

You'd never been so aware of being alive.

"Y/N, baby- you're awake," a gentle voice breaks the void of silence followed by a large hand caressing your face "I thought I'd lost you,"

In response to the voice, you sit up as well as your restrained neck will allow. You glance at the man in front of you, glancing down at you with large brown eyes of concern, rimmed with tears.

His short, black hair falls in front of his face and his ivory complexion is reddened with emotion. He's handsome with a unique, almost angelic beauty about him but your brain fails to register his identity.

You'd never seen him before. How did he know your name? Why was he calling you baby?

Your eyes then fall to your arms, a trail of tubes and needles protruding from your veins. You suddenly realize your location and you panic, frantically snatching the cords from your skin.

You were in the hospital, helpless and erratic.

You didn't know how you got there or who had brought you but you knew you needed to get out. Your mother would be waiting for you to administer her next dosage of medicine and you had to get home.

You try to speak but your voice is dry and nothing comes out.

"Y/N, calm down. It's alright," the handsome stranger speaks grabbing hold of your hands to prevent you from causing further damage. " Please, you'll hurt yourself,"

His touch is gentle and securing yet strange and foreign. You squeeze his hand, causing him to grin.

His smile was gorgeous, the kind you'd see on the silver screen.

"She is awake," a man in a lab coat announces as he strolls into the room. "I told you, Michael, she's a fighter,"

You blink between the two as the man named Michael turns to face the Dr.

"She hasn't said anything. She snatched out her tubes. Is that normal?" He asked.

The doctor nods.

"Everyone wakes up differently. We'll do a scan to make sure the swelling has reduced and if everything checks out she's free to go home. She might have some pain or headaches from the accident but otherwise, she should be okay,"

Accident?

Michael breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Dr. Johnson,"

The man nods before turning on his heel.

"I'll give you two a moment to catch up and send for a nurse later,"

The doctor leaves the room and you are left in the company of the unfamiliar man you'd woken up to. What were you to do now?

You draw in a deep breath and you notice a sharp pain in your ribs but ignore it, determined to speak.

"Who are you?" You croak, your voice coming out in a fragile, scratchy whisper.

Michael's arched eyebrows set into a deep furrow.