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•❥𝟱: 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆

Your eyes remained fixed on the picturesque sight of the blue sky, outside of your room window. Even though hospital rooms were far from joy-inducing, the beautiful day afternoon outside seemed to change the energy altogether.

Despite the fact that you were laying still, you were deeply disturbed by your disarrayed thoughts, and the notion that you couldn't put them together was frustrating.

Of course, Dr. Kensington had informed you that there was no way you could force yourself to remember what now eluded you, but waiting seemed like it was going to destroy you.

You didn't know when you might be able to put together what was currently a blur, and you certainly didn't know how you would feel about your memories.

In that state, you were completely vulnerable, and there were things you were going to have to trust until you were yourself again - even if it seemed like there should have been better options. There was nothing else you could do, at that point, aside from trusting whatever or whomever  was in front of you.

For some reason, your unclear thoughts drifted back to Michael. Of course, meeting Michael Jackson was an event that no one would ever fail to remember - but something felt odd to you.

The longer you thought about it, the more you noticed the subtle inconsistencies.

Despite his claim, to have been visiting the hospital, the usual commotion wasn't present as it normally would be.

It went without saying - whenever Michael paid visits to facilities of any sort, he was always easilt noticed and followed. There would always be something to announce his presence without him needing to say anything.

Sometimes it was the cacophony of relentless camera shutters going off, sometimes it was the amalgamation of screaming fans that gathered for miles - and sometimes it was both.

However, none of that commotion had followed him. Sure, there might have been a completely plausible, logical reason for that - but it felt too strange.

Dr. Kensington hadn't even mentioned that a Michael Jackson might pop in to your room for a brief visit.

It was extremely unexpected, shocking, and-

"(Y/N)?"

Your eyes shot to the doorway at the sound of your best friend's voice.

Immediately, your face lit up with a smile.

Lila was the first familiar face that you had seen, since you'd awoken, and it was far more comforting than you anticipated.

In the matter of a second, you felt incredibly safe again.

"Lila," you grinned as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

You weren't sure if you had interacted with her during the three years that you couldn't remember, but you were glad to see her again.

"Oh my goodness, (Y/N), I was so worried!" she let out a sigh as she rushed to your side, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "I hurried over as soon as they called me,"

She sat down in the chair that stood beside your bed.

Slowly, you sat up a little more, still smiling.

"I hope I didn't cause any disturbance. My memory...is-"

"Don't worry, I....know everything," she reassured you. "I know you can't remember anything from the last three years, and I'm here to be by your side," she finally flashed you a small smile. "Don't you dare allow yourself to think that you could have been any kind of disturbance to me. We're best friends, remember?"