Ever Victorious (A Michael Jackson Tale)

Intoxicated

Michael's P.O.V

She was just as beautiful as when I last saw her. But I didn't- I couldn't look at her. I forced my head the other way as my urges told me to grab that angelic face and kiss her all over.

What had she done to me? Everything had been okay until she came along. Then my world had turned upside down. But I still felt tbe same way about her, it was like I was intoxicated by her beautiful eyes, her smile, her laugh.... her everything. There was no hiding how she made me feel, so I kept my face to the wall.

"Michael, I know that you are hurting... Please, please tell me that you forgive me, then I can let you go... I don't want to end things this way"

I suddenly felt really bad. My head started pounding and I was sweating, I sat bolt upright and tried to get out of the bed before I vomited. Luckily, Maria had reacted immediately by grabbing a bucket, taking no disgust whatsoever.

I shuddered afterwards as she rubbed my back. I felt terribly embarrassed and put my head in my hands.

"Maria... thank you... I'm sorry I-I think you should go... I don't want you to see me like this"
"Hey, it's alright, I'm used to it, I wa- am a nurse remember? Don't be embarrassed. In fact, I'm more concerned for you, are you okay? What happened? I was terrified when I knew you were here."
I looked at her, and saw that vulnerable, sweet girl I had fallen in love with. It soothed me somehow. For some reason I felt safe with her... it didn't make sense that she would then lie to me when she had been so honest to me before, my instincts told me to trust her.

"I was told I collapsed. I remember that... but not much else... I was in my hotel room... I opened the door to somebody but I can't remember who... I-I don't know, I only know what I was told when I came round..."
She gave me a startled look "You don't remember? Was it just flashes? And when you woke you felt fuzzy and disorientated? And just now you were sick..."

I nodded slowly, then suddenly realised what she was getting at. That's exactly what she had described before, when I went to her apartment that time after Craig had been there.

"It wasn't a hangover you felt, was it Maria? I thought..." I wasn't sure what to think, my mind was still in a daze.
"No, it wasn't. How come this happened to both of us? It's not a coincidence, Michael, I'm scared"

We both looked up as the door opened and closed. A doctor stood, looking concerned. He wasn't the only one.
"I have your toxicology report, Mr Jackson"
Maria spoke up "Toxicology? Isn't that for drugs?"

He ignored her question and carried on looking at his clipboard.
"We found some... concerning abnormalities in your blood supply... I have some questions, if you don't mind"

I nodded slowly, not really sure what to make of all of this. I wasn't even sure what he was talking about.

"Have you experienced any of the following symptoms: tiredness, irritability, aggression, paranoia, anxiety, depression, feelings of recklessness or euphoria?"
I was stunned. I had felt all of those things over the past few days. I nodded slowly again.
He rubbed his chin, frowning.
"Well I guess that confirms our suspicions. Mr Jackson, we believe that you have been under the influence of some sort of antipsychotic drug, like the ones we use to treat psychopathic disorders such as Schizophrenia, but more mild. Nevertheless it was strong enough to cause your blackout. How long have you experienced these symptoms?"

I looked at Maria for some sort of support or something, but she had turned to the wall.
"A week or so, I'm not entirely sure"
"Have you been monitoring any food or drink you have been offered? How about today, did anything you have seem suspicious at all?"
"I-I don't know... I did have some water from the conference this morning but... that was the only time I hadn't got something myself"
He nodded again. "Well we're going to have to keep you in to monitor you, just until the symptoms subside. We will contact an agency to investigate this activity immediately, and see if we can trace who has been administrating this drug, it isn't one we have on our records, so it has been homemade, which gives us all the more cause for concern, a higher dose or continued dosage would have eventually induced psychopathic symptoms such as hallucinations or delusions... have you experienced anything of this kind?"
"I-I I'm not entirely sure but... but I saw a face the other night... and I rarely have dreams... I just assumed I was dreaming, but maybe not"
He frowned. "Well I would try not to worry, we caught you at the right time, and you're safe here, we will keep an eye on you fir now. I would advise you to tighten your security from now on, we don't want to be at risk any longer... I will leave you to get some rest and I will catch up with you in the morning"

He nodded to Maria, who gave no response, and left.

Maria's P.O.V

Everything suddenly made sense. I wasn't crazy, I had just been given drugs this whole time. I had experienced the same symptoms for so long, since university even. And I had a feeling I knew who was responsible for all of it.

He could mess with me, but there was no way he was going to hurt Michael. But he was in custody before Michael went to the conference, so who could have given him that water? He had to have someone else working with him...

Jed. He hadn't been seen since he left my apartment, he had to be involved in all this-

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

My thoughts were interrupted by Michael's voice, it sounded weak and small, like a child. Now it was his turn to be the vulnerable one, I was so glad I had come. I went over to him and sat on the bed beside him. I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to worry him more. I felt an arm go round the small of my back, and pull on my waist, making my head lean against his shoulder. He needed the comfort just as much as I did. His touch still made my heart skip.
"It's going to be okay Michael, I'm going to make sure you don't get hurt anymore"

He used his free hand to lift my face, so I was looking him in the eye, it was difficult for me to stop myself from wanting to lunge at him, but I knew it wasn't the right time.
"You aren't going to do anything, you are as much a victim of this as me, and I won't let you. You need to be safe. My agents will handle this, not you. You will not be trapped by him again"

Trapped. I remembered the note I sent him "You read the letter?" He nodded. "I did. You write beautifully by the way"
I blushed at his compliment, making him smile.
"So what are we going to do now?" I asked quite innocently, but I saw his eyes darken, making my knees weak.
He rose from the bed and walked to the door, peeking outside. He twisted the lock on the door and turned to me.

"We are going to the stars" He switched off the light and before I could say anything more, I felt his lips on mine.

I felt his hands tug on my shirt and my head blushed red hot
"Michael, we can't do this here"
I felt him smirk in the dark "Miss Rose, I am Michael Jackson, we can do whatever we like"
That name sent shivers down my spine and I kissed him back harder...

I had never felt so safe as I did when he filled me with his love.

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