You Are Not Alone

Caretaker

I wake up in the hospital room in my house. Yeah, I can't go to a normal hospital. I look around and see my parents on their laptops, Jennifer, Patricia and Addison talking and Michael covering his face with his hands in the edge of the room. I clear my throat. Everybody rushes to me.

"Joyce! What the hell?!", my mother yells.

"Mrs Flores, Joyce doesn't need to be stressed.", my doctor says.

"Don't act like you care.", I mumble.

I keep looking at Michael. Then I look at the needles in my hand. Damn, I'm trypanophobic. Only Jennifer and Patricia know that.

"Jenny and Patsy, how dare you let the people put needles in my hand?", I ask quietly.

Michael looks at me confused.

"Sorry, she's trypanophobic.", Patsy tells Michael.

"Okay, I'm alive now. Please take these needles off.", I say quietly.

Michael keeps looking at me and doesn't say a word.

"Your fans are all screaming outside.", Addie says.

"Please tell them that I'm alright.", I say quietly.

Jenny opens the French door window. The fans scream louder. I wave at them. I don't really have the energy to talk. I feel so exhausted.

"Michael.", I call quietly.

"Yeah.", he says.

"Can I talk with Michael for a while?", I ask.

They all get out and Michael sits on a chair next to my bed. He holds my hand and rests his head on it crying.

"I'm sorry.", he says sobbing. "I thought I'll never see you again."

"What happened?", I ask quietly.

"Well, your nanny walked in your room and found you laying on your bed with a knife next to you and blood all over the floor. She saved you. I'm sorry, Joy. You can kick me out if you want to.", he says and cries.

"Don't cry.", I say. "Can you please take these needles off, I'll die in this bed if I see this in my hand again."

He shakes his head.

"Doctor Cooper!", I yell.

He comes to me.

"Can you please take this shit out, doc. I'll freak out.", I say.

Michael starts to smile at my silliness.

"Okay. One second.", he says.

"No, NOW!", I demand.

Michael starts to giggle.

"You know about my phobia.", I say.

"Calm down, Joyce.", he says.

We're close to each other. He starts to take the needles off.

"Hell!", I mumble.

Michael holds my hand comforting me. I start screaming like a child whose parents grounded him. Michael tried to comfort me but he starts laughing. I also laugh at his reaction. They're done with the needles now. Michael comes close to my ear.

"I'll take care of you.", he whispers.

"What?", I ask.

"I told your parents about the whole thing. Of course you know your parents, they didn't really have a problem. I told him I'll take care of you at Neverland. I love you.", he says.