let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

doctor visits

                   December 12th, 2006

Ariana

"I'm telling you Michael, we need to contact a doctor. I've never seen any of the kids have this bad of a fever, and I mean any of them!" I place my palm on Prince's hand and warmth almost instantly takes over.

"I feel fine, mom. Serious-" All I need to give my son is one look and he knows to keep his mouth shut.

"Prince, you're nose is as red as Rudolph's, don't even try lying." Michael rolls his eyes in annoyance. "I'll find someone fast, I promise."

He scurries out of room and I make eye contact with Prince once more. "On a scale of 1-10, how sick do you feel?" He goes to speak but I cut him off before he can utter a single word to me. "And be honest, because you're really gonna get it if you don't!"

He sighs and kisses his teeth quietly. "Probably an 8...." Another sneeze leaves his mouth and all I want to do is help my poor boy.

After a few minutes of me giving Prince more medication and comforting him, Michael rushes back into the room with his cellphone in hand.

"I found a proper physician! His name is Conrad Murray and he should be here very soon but you know Vegas traffic."

My eyebrow quirks up as my hands rest on my hip. "And you're sure he's qualified to be treating our child?"

Michael looks taken aback by my question. "Of course, why wouldn't he be?"

I sigh. "Michael, do you even know this man?"

"I know enough to know that he's obviously licensed, Ariana." He pauses. "Grace gave me his information, I know he's equipped for this."

I nod with a small smile. "Okay."

It's not my fault I'm cautious of who we bring around our children, being in this industry with the level of fame Michael has, I'm bound to be mistrusting. Especially when it comes to people like doctors, lawyers, etc. They will literally say anything just for a cheque.

But I don't really have any other options right now since Prince should be bedridden so we'll see how Mr. Conrad Murray is.

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"And with the proper prescribed medication, his fever should burn out in a few days." Dr. Murray discards his blue gloves, tossing them in the trash.

My orbs fall back onto my boy and I look at him lovingly. I break the silence and divert my attention to the man. "Thank you, once again."

"It was no problem at all, Mrs. Jackson. Feel free to contact me anytime. I'll be glad to clear anything for the King and Queen of Pop." He humours. That earns a small laugh from myself and Michael.

Michael leads him out and I can see they're conversing as they walk further and further from me.

Once I hear the hotel room door shut, I face Michael.

"He was actually nice." I comment, a bit surprised. I would be lying if I said physicians in the past weren't unprofessional and more so just yes men.

"He was, huh? I think I'm gonna keep him in contact for whenever we're in Vegas. He knows what he's talking about." Michael responds.

Dr. Conrad Murray how now put himself in my good books.

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                          February 17th, 2007

Ariana

"Michael, will you just consider it? Even just one show?" I plead as I watch him pace back and forth clearly upset. I never would urge Michael to do something he isn't comfortable with but this seems like it means a lot to his brothers, he wouldn't even have to go on a whole tour, just one appearance. That's it.