Jenna's POV: I arrived at the hospital and headed to the cancer center. "Hi Jenna, how are you feeling?" Nurse Katherine asked me. She's been taking care of me since the diagnosis. "Tired as usual." I replied. "So I heard that you saw a Michael Jackson concert last night." She said. I smiled thinking of what happened last night. "Yeah, it was amazing." I said, not divulging any details about it. The nurse gently stuck the IV into my arm and my treatment began. I'll be here for about an hour or two, so I got comfortable. I heard some commotion going on by the hallway linking the cancer center to the regular hospital, so I sat up to see what was going on. I saw a small crowd of nurses and other cancer patients, but was nervous about who was in the middle: Michael. This is the hospital he wrote about in the note he left me. I don't want him to see me like this! I didn't tell him that I have Leukemia. He's getting closer! Think Jenna, think!...
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Michael's POV: I love meeting all these sick fans. Even though I may not talk to them long, I know that it makes them happy, and seeing them smile is all that matters. I got to the last patient in the cancer center, but they were covered head to toe with a blanket. "Hi there." I said, being sure not to wake them if they were sleeping. "Hi." She replied. I noticed a blue curl sticking out from underneath the blanket. I recognized that curl. "Jenna?" I asked...
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Jenna's POV: "Jenna?" I heard Michael ask. Damn it! I slowly uncovered my head. "Hi Michael." I said. I didn't want him to know about this. "Why didn't you mention this?" He asked. "I didn't want you feeling bad for me. I wanted you to treat me how you would treat a normal fan." I said. He was silent. He walked over to me and gave me a hug. When Michael pulled away, he grabbed a pen and notepad out of his pocket. He wrote something down and handed it to me. "See you soon." He said as he walked away, clearly upset. This is why I didn't want him to see me. I looked at the note: "610-783-6383 Call me if you feel down" it read. He just gave me his phone number. Michael freakin' Jackson just gave me his phone number. I smiled. I held the note tightly to my chest and got comfortable. Now I have something to live for...
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I Just Can't Stop Loving You
Fiksi PenggemarJenna Davidson has had the worst few months of her short 23 year life. On March 15th, 1991, she was diagnosed with a rare form of Leukemia. The worst part of all this is that she only has , at the most, until the end of the year to live. But she cou...
