Jenna's POV: I wish Michael didn't have to leave. I miss him. I woke up about and hour and a half later to see the doctor and the nurse checking my IV. "Well, Jenna, it's over. We're going to keep you here for a few days thought, just to see if it was successful." The doctor said. "Fine by me." I replied. The nurse took the marrow IV out of my chest and the two left the room. I tried to get comfortable, but I miss Michael. I wish I would have told him about my feelings. What if something happens to me? He'll never know how I really feel about him...
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Michael's POV: After about three and a half hours we finally arrived in Toronto. I found the first pay phone I saw and dialed the number the doctor gave me. I really wanted to talk to Jenna. It started ringing. "Hello?" I heard her gentle voice answer. "Hey Jen. It's Michael." I said. "Hey. I miss you already." She said. "I miss you too. So how'd the transplant go?" I asked. "Good I hope. They want me to stay here for a few days to make sure." She replied. "Michael lets go!" My manager yelled. "I gotta go. Talk to you soon." I said. "Bye." She replied before hanging up. I followed my manager out of the airport...
*Three days later*
Jenna's POV: How could this happen? Everything was going great. What am I talking about, you ask? The transplant. It failed. I developed an infection the day after, and I'm basically on my death bed. Michael's been calling to check up on me, but I haven't told him. I don't want him to end up cancelling the remainder of the tour just because I'm almost dead. Just talking to him is enough. I still regret not telling him I love him though. I'm still getting chemo and antibiotics in a hope to save me, but what's the point? It's not working. Nothing has, nothing will. Goodbye mom, dad...Michael...
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Michael's POV: I finished up "Black or White and did a little bow. I can't help but think of Jenna. She didn't seem ok when I last called her before I went onstage. I really just want this concert to end so I can call her. I saw my manager come running out towards me. I covered my mic so no one could hear him. "You've got a phone call. It's pretty urgent." He said. "I'll be right back." I said to the crowd before running off stage. One of the roadies handed me the phone. "Hello?" I said. "Mr. Jackson?" Someone said. "Yes, who is this?" I asked. "This is Dr. Montoya. I hate to inform you. But Jenna Davidson has...passed away." He said. My heart stopped. The words I didn't want to hear. I was silent for a long time. "W-w-what?" I said, my hands shaking. "I'm so sorry." The doctor said. I hung up the phone and sat down on one of the equipment boxes. "Mike?" My manager said. I pushed him out of my way and went to my dressing room. I locked the door and fell to the ground. I couldn't hold back tears anymore. How could this happen?! She was doing fine until I made the stupid decision to give her my bone marrow! It's all my fault! I killed her! I thought I'd save her but I killed her! I can't take this. I pulled up my pants leg and started scratching my leg, hard. Hard enough that it broke the skin in a few places. I've gone a year without cutting myself, but now, I can't handle it. I started pulling my hair and screaming, tears still streaming down my face. "Michael, what's going on in there?!" I heard my manager yell from the other side of the door. "Leave me the fuck alone!" I screamed at him. I started throwing things at the wall. After about 20 minutes, I finally calmed down a little. I was still crying though. I want her back. I should have told her. I should have told her I love her. Please come back Jenna...
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I Just Can't Stop Loving You
FanfictionJenna 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...
