With Michael

Chapter 28 - Things Go Wrong, Again

1st of March, 1993
Brooklyn is 27, Michael is 34

Brooklyn: I waited impatiently for Ross to pick up. Michael and I finally arranged the day before the Soul Train Awards so we could make it to his and Rachel's wedding.

"I'm going to the dance studio." my husband mouthed before leaving the house.

"Hello?" Ross answered.

"Hey, Ross! Guess what?" I said excitedly.

"You can make it?" he asked hopefully.

"Yup. But we're only coming for the ceremony, if you don't mind." I answered.

"Oh, no, of course not! I'm just glad you can make it."

"Great. I gotta go, Ross. I'll talk to you if something changes, okay?" I said.

I really hoped nothing would get in the way of our arrival to his wedding. It only seemed fair that I'd go to his wedding because he came to mine. Plus, he and Rachel are an amazing couple, I wouldn't want miss their wedding.

"Okay, I appreciate it. Really." Ross said, loud and clear.

I smiled, "Don't mention it, we wouldn't miss it for the world. Bye, Ross."

"Goodbye, Brooklyn."

Feeling relieved, I made my way outside the main house and started walking towards the dance studio.

I heard the music playing loudly when I reached the door.

I opened it and my eyes instantly went to Michael as he sat in the middle of the room, holding his right leg.

His face showed a hint of pain but mostly annoyance.

"Hey, what happened?" I questioned and ran to him.

"I went into a spin," he groaned. "And the next thing I know my ankle twists."

I helped him out of his loafers and socks so I could see the damage.

It made me cringe when I saw that his entire ankle turned blue. I might not know too much about injuries, but if something's blue, it's definitely not good.

"Just hold onto me tightly, okay?" I questioned.
He nodded, putting an arm around my shoulder.
With a little bit of struggle, I helped him walk carefully to a chair.

"Best timing ever. I can't believe this, I'm performing in eight days! At an award show! What am I supposed to do?!" Michael asked, mostly to himself.
He sounded so frustrated.

"Well, right now let's focus in getting that ankle checked out."

He looked at me with a very irritated look, "I know what the doctor's gonna say, I can feel it, you know."

I rolled my eyes, "Then do it so we can know for sure."

I walked over to the phone on the wall and called the house.

"Helen." I heard our housemaid's voice pick up.

"Hey, Helen," I said. "Listen, I need you to get Michael's doctor, ASAP. I also need some ice, and one of the bodyguards to come to the dance studio."

"Of course, Mrs. Jackson."

"Thank you."

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Michael: I groaned as Brandon placed me on the bed.

"What are we gonna do with you?" he asked, trying to hide a smile.

I snickered. I was not in the mood for jokes, especially when I had so much on my mind.