Love Is A Battle Field (Fourth Part of "Love In The Spotlight") MJ Fantasy

Chapter 40: The Doctor

Michael's POV

"Well what the fuck is wrong with him then? Why isn't he waking up?"

"Just calm down, Miss. He should be waking soon..."

"Calm down? You have my husband attached to all these tubes and shit and you expect me to calm down? Wake him up!"

"I can't just make him wake up-"

"Goddammit I said WAKE HIM UP!"

I slowly lifted my hand to remove the breathing mask from my face. "I'm awake..." I grumbled, flickering my eyes open. Lord, how long have they been arguing like that? I've been listening to them for a while, but it usually takes me a long time to wake all the way up after a night of "sleep".

Lisa flew to my side. "Michael, are you alright?"

I yawned and looked up at her. "I'm fine, dear..."

She cut her eyes at Dr. Murray. "Well don't just fucking stand there! Take this shit off of him!" She barked.

He seemed frazzled as he scrambled around the bed, pulling the IV from my arm and unhooking the breathing machine.

Lisa seemed on the verge of tears as she clutched my hand in hers. "What did he do to you? I'm calling the cops..."

My eyes widened. "No!" I shouted, sitting upright. She gave me a confused look. "I mean... No... He's... He didn't do anything wrong..."

Her eyes filled with sadness as she patted my shoulder. "Look..." She began. "I don't know what he gave you, but you're not yourself right now, okay? I just need you to lay back down, and I'll make sure the police get to the bottom of all of this."

I shook my head. "No... I know what's going on, Lisa." I sighed. "I asked him to do this."

A million different expressions etched themselves across her face. "What?"

I looked over to Dr. Murray. "Can you excuse us?" I asked.

He nodded, collecting his supplies and leaving the room, avoiding Lisa's glare the entire time.

Once he closed the door behind him, I took a deep breath, preparing to come clean about what was happening.

"He helps me sleep..." I confessed.

She wrinkled her eyebrows. "He what?"

I cast my eyes away from her gaze. "He gives me something to help me sleep.... I really need the sleep, Lisa... I just need rest..."

"But I.. I don't understand..." She said, her eyes squinted.

I swallowed a lump in my throat. "It's sort of a secret thing... It's the only way I can get to sleep.... Honestly ..."

She blinked her eyes rapidly. "What... What is he giving you?"

I closed my eyes and sighed. "It's the only way-"

"What is he giving you, Michael?" She demanded.

I ran my hands over my head. "Propofol..."

"What the fuck?!" She exclaimed.

I reached out to grab her hands. "I need it..."

"Michael that is illegal!"

"Shhhhh... Quiet down..." I urged.

"No!" She ripped her hands out of my grasp. "Propofol is not a sleeping drug! He can't give you that outside of a hospital!"

"I know that." I said in a low whisper. "We both know that."

She gave me a disgusted look. "You're an idiot." She spat.

I was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"How much are you paying him?" She questioned, folding her arms.

I scrunched my eyebrows. "What? Why does that matter?"

"Is this why you cut off my credit cards? So you could pay your little black market doctor?"

I scoffed. "Are you really making this about money?"

"You said that we couldn't buy a house in the Bahamas because you couldn't afford it, yet here you are paying God knows how much to get drugged up for a few hours every night! This is what you would rather spend money on?"

"It's not about the money!" I shouted. "I just want to rest! Ever since you started sleeping down the hall I haven't been able to get myself to sleep! Dr. Murray is my only chance, and yes, that's more important than a house in the Bahamas..."

She raised an eyebrow. "Is it more important than your family? What are we going to do when this guy kills you, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know, marry another rich guy..."

She gasped dramatically. "Really? Is that what you think of me?"

I sighed and put my face in my hands. I can't handle this nagging right now.

"Well you know what?" She continued. "I'm not going to sit around and watch you kill yourself ... I can't believe you would put yourself in a situation like this..."

My head shot up and I looked straight at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I can't do it anymore... From the other women to the rift in our relationship, and now I find out about this? I don't need all of this, Michael. I'm better than this..."

My heart twisted. "Better than this?"

She stood up from the bed. "It's just too much for me..."

I shook my head and reached for her. "Lisa, wait..."

"I'm done waiting." She argued.

"Just listen to me..." I begged.

"I don't want anything to do with you! You make me sick!"

My voice caught in my throat as her words sunk in. I make her sick? There's no way she means that. She's my wife... How could I sicken her?

She gave me a look of disapproval before storming toward the door. The way she treated me made me feel disgusted by my own self. Suddenly she stopped and turned around, a slightly softened expression on her face.

"He's gonna kill you..." She whispered with tears in her eyes, before leaving me behind.