Rock n' Roll Imagines

Sick In Bed (Micheal Jackson)

Your eyes popped open as the early morning sunlight pooled in through your bedroom window. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sat up. Your head was pounding. Last night you had tried to ignore the searing pain, but this morning it was unbearable. You had inherited these migraines from your mother. About once or twice a month, it would wreak havoc for a few hours then leave. There wasn't any known cure. It was just one of those things you had to tough out.

You were Micheal Jackson's makeup artist, and today he was filming his Thriller music video. You had to be there, even if it half killed you. This was a fault of yours: work always came first. Even if you caught the flu, you still showed up at work.

Taking deep breaths, you tried to stand up. Everything turned black. You fell back down onto your bed and waited for the black filter to clear.

"Ri-i-ng, ri-i-ng!" the telephone screamed beside you.

"Damnit," you growled as the sound agitated your aching head.

"Hello," you whispered into the phone. Any loud noise worsened your migraine.

"Hey, Y/N! It's Micheal," your best friend's cheerful voice sounded through the telephone.

"Hi, Mike. I'm just about to head over to the studio."

"Wait a second. Do you have another migraine?"

"What?! How did you know?" you asked, astonished that he figured it out. Then again, Micheal always could see right through your facades.

"Darlin, I've known you since we were sixteen. I know when you pretend to be absolutely okay."

"I don't know what I would do without you, Micheal," you whispered, smiling.

"I know!" he responded, chuckling. "Now;.l stay in bed. I'm coming over."

"But, what about the music video? You know how mad John's going to be."

"Let me deal with John. Besides, your health is more important than my music video," he replied. The sound of his voice cheering you up already.

*15 Minutes Later*

"Y/N? I'm here," Micheal called out, closing the apartment door.

"I'm in my bedroom."

You looked up to see Micheal entering your darkroom with a bowl of warm soup. The lights were off, and the curtains closed.

"I brought you a bite to eat. I know how much you love chicken soup," Micheal whispered, trying not to trip on the clothing strewn across the floor.

"Thanks, Mike. This means a lot to me," you mumbled against the bedcovers.

"Of course, angel. It's about time you let me take care of you. Now scootch over a little."

You carefully moved yourself to the center of the bed. Micheal seated himself on the edge of the bed. With the bowl of soup in hand, he scooped up a few veggies in the spoon.

"Come on, eat this," he whispered, gently lifting the spoon to your lips.

"I'm not a baby," you answered, grinning at Micheal.

"I know, but you wouldn't eat it if I didn't make you."

Rolling your eyes in defeat, you sipped up the next spoonful.

"Even when you're sick, you look beautiful."

You blushed and shyly played with a thread from the comforter.

"Micheal," you whispered. "Could you sing me Smile?"

It had become a tradition for Micheal to sing 'Smile' when you were feeling ill.

"How could I forget!" he sarcastically exclaimed, grinning. Setting the bowl of soup down on the night table, he sat up taller.

"Smile though your heart is aching,

Smile even though it's breaking," his voice came out soft and soothing.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and focused on the sound of his voice.

"Smile and maybe tomorrow,

You'll find that life is still worthwhile."

Gently Micheal brushed back a curl. His fingers gently playing with your loose hair. The soft movements on your scalp slowly lulled you to sleep. Your hands relaxed against the blanket, and your breathing evened out.

"If you just... smile." Smiling at the peaceful look on your face, he slowly stood up.

"Sweet dreams, angel," he whispered and stooped to place a kiss on your forehead.

A/N: So I wrote this for my best friend, but she doesn't want me to tag her. So this is for you, Diana. :)

And, yes, I'm aware Micheal Jackson isn't a rock n' roll musician, but I still wanted to write this imagine.

Anyway, if you have any requests or feedback, please comment down below or message me. Have a wonderful day! 😃