The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 59

Michael's POV

"Please Mr. Jackson, take a seat" Dr. Bailey, Maeve's attending doctor said as we walked into a conference room.

She wanted to talk in private and I knew this wasn't a good sign but I tried to hold on to the last string of hope that was left in me.

"We found the reason for Ms. Harris' sudden drop of heart race. Apparently there was a small bleeding in her brain, one that wasn't noticeable at yesterday's scan" she explained in a slow voice.

"Oh god... Is...is she alive?"

"She has been bleeding the whole night. However we managed to stop it but we don't know how much damage has already been done to her brain. We can only tell for sure when she wakes up... that means if she wakes up." The last words were barley above a whisper.

"What does that mean 'if she wakes up'?" I asked carefully, not knowing if I wanted to hear the answer.

"At the moment she doesn't show any signs of brain activity" she said in an apologetic voice.

"Does that mean she's brain dead?"

"We normally give patients 72 hours before declaring them brain dead. In this time period it is possible to gain back brain function. After that it's adviced to turn off the life support machines. The chances of regaining brain activity after those 72 hours are nearly zero, I'm really sorry Mr. Jackson, we did everything we could."

This can't be real.

"Can I see her?"

"Of course, I'll take you to her."

Dr. Bailey led me to another level. It was very quiet. I guess here are to cases that don't have much hope left.

We walked into a spacious room with tall windows, offering a great view, but for who? In the middle was a hospital bed and at first I didn't recognized my Maeve because of all the cables and machines.

Her head was wrapped in a bandage with some blond strands hanging out loose. A tube hanging out of her mouth and the sound of a machine that was controlling her breathing was heard as well as a heart monitor.

"She can't breath on her own" I wanted to ask but it sounded more like a statement.

The doctor shook her head. "No, she can't" she confirmed.

"Can she hear me?"

The woman hesitated before she answered. "The truth is, we don't know. And we also don't know if she feels anything in this state." She looked down at Maeve and put one hand on her shoulder. "But I always say that we can hope that she hears us. So, please talk to her, maybe she hears you and she can find her way back to us. This is the only thing we can do now."

I sighted as I collapsed on the chair next to the bed. I hesitated to take Maeve's hand but eventually did and when I held her hand, it felt heavy, no tension, no movement. Normally she would intertwine our fingers immediately and I was silently waiting for her to, but she didn't

"There's one more thing, I need you to know" the doctor said.

"What is it?"

"Since you and Ms. Harris aren't married yet and there is no patient's provision, the legal guardian in a case like this are the closest relatives. The child is still too young, so next in line are her parents... They are already on their way."

Maeve's POV

Now that Nicole was gone it was quiet again. I was thinking of a way out of here but every time I walked down the mountain I found myself on top of it again.