Is There Something Between Us? [Michael Jackson]

38. Hospitalized

~Bella's POV~
As soon as we get home, I go upstairs and just lay on our bed, crying.

"Izzy!" Michael calls from.

"What?" I groan.

"Supper's ready!"

"I'm not hungry!" I call back.

"Come on. You gotta eat something!" He sighs.

"Fine! I'm coming. You're lucky I love you." I sigh, walking to the stairs.

I start to walk down the stairs but I miss a step and fall, rolling down the stairs and I feel my head banging on ever step until I bang into a wall.

Then, everything goes black..

~Michael's POV~

"Oh my god! Baby, are you okay? Can you hear me? Izzyyyy?" I say, panicking as I run over to her.

I shake her a bit and she doesn't wake up.

"Bill! Get the limo! We're going to the hospital!!" I shout.

"Right away, sir." He says, running outside.

As soon as he gets the limo around, I pick up Bella and lay her in the back seat, making her head sit in my lap.

---At The Hospial---
"What happened to her, sir?" The doctors question me as they transfer her onto a hospital bed.

"Well, we came back from her mother's funeral and she went upstairs and cried for about 2 hours then I called her down to supper. When she was walking down the stairs, she missed a step and fell and her head banged on every step and she smashed into the wall." I explain as the doctor writes it all down.

"Okay. We'll try to take care of it. It's probably just gonna be a concussion." He says.

"Okay. Thank you, Doctor." I sigh.

"No problem. You can just wait in the waiting room while we take tests to see if there's anything else we should know about her health." He says.

"Okay." I sigh, sitting down with Bill.

---4 Hours Later---
"It's been 4 hours, Bill! 4 hours! Why haven't they said anything yet?" I sigh, frustrated as I pace around the waiting room.

"Well maybe they have a lot of tests they need to run." He says.

"Mr. Jackson?" The doctor says my name, coming out of Izzy's room.

"Yes? How is she? It's just a concussion, right?" I say, hopeful.

"I'm sorry. I have some bad news." He sighs.

"Oh, no.. What's happened? Is she okay?" I ask, afraid of what he's gonna say.

"She's in a coma. But through running some tests, we found out that she has a rare type of cancer." He says.

"Well, is it treatable?"

"I'm afraid not. It's so rare that they still haven't figured out a cure for it. There's also another thing you should know, Mr. Jackson.." He trails off.

"What is it?" I whisper.

"It's terminal." He says and my heart shatters.

"My..My wife is gonna die?" I ask as tears flood my eyes.

"I'm afraid so, Mr. Jackson. I'm so sorry."

"How long does she have left?" I ask.

"About 2 to 4 days." He says.

"Oh my god. 2 to 4 days?!" I cry.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Jackson. I wish there was something we could've done but it's much too late. Would you like to see her?" He asks.