The 80s

Separation

After a quick flight out to the hospital in LA. We're were all piled in a limo on the way to the hospital. Everyone is freaking out over Michael being burned, crying, comforting each others and then there's me. Sitting dead in the middle of everyone. Arms crossed staring into space, not feeling anything. Absolutely nothing. I should be worried but to be honest I'm not. I should though. I mean I am the girlfriend. I'm "the luckiest girl in the world." The position that "millions of girls are begging for." So why don't I feel bad. I was more worried about why I didn't feel bad rather than Michael himself.

"He's gonna be ok." Hannah assured me, snapping me out my thought.

I kind of just looked at her, I didn't say anything. To be honest I missed Prince. We were having so much fun onstage and there was gonna be an after show. I wasn't gonna perform but I was gonna go. Not like he wouldn't pull some slick shit and have me onstage anyway. I smiled to myself thinking about all the sneaky ways he would've tried to get me onstage.

I miss him, I really do and it's only been a few hours. My sweet baby boy. I missed his little temple kiss and his warm embrace. I miss the way he says my name and his facial expressions. I miss his little jokes. His annoying sarcastic comebacks. I just miss his dramatic, little pimp self. I looked over at the back of Hannah's head, contemplating whether I should slap the hell out of her for dragging me along, but I like living. So I'll walk into that ass beating another time.

We pulled up to the hospital and I told the driver to drive to back of the hospital. I learned that little move from Prince. That's how you avoid the paparazzi. As long as I've been in the business, they never made me go through the back. I always went through the front. I always wanted to get pictures with my fans.

My entire entourage filed out, covering our heads with jackets avoiding pictures. There are always that smart few of reporters that surround the building. After dodging questions and photos we finally made our way into the hospital and everyone ran towards Michael's room. I didn't really run, I kind of sped walked to keep up. I was behind everyone. When I finally came up the steps. I saw the boys sitting on the floor outside the room, heads down, tears running down their faces.

I walked over, quietly so I wouldn't startle them. They've been through enough from the looks of it. I bent down in front of them.

"Hey babes."

None of them responded, they just sat there and fiddled with their fingers. Which made me feel even worse, even with everyone around me sad and crying, I just couldn't force those feeling out. Not even if I tried, which I did. What's wrong with me?

"It happened so fast, it was just another take Jasmyn. We had done it a million times already. I don't understand what-" Randy started and then he got quiet. Suddenly he bursted into tears, now that broke my heart. I got on my knees in between his legs and pulled him into a hug.

"It's gonna be ok. I'm sure he's fine. Michael's a fighter. He loves entertaining too much to let a little accident stop him." I smiled, and wiped his tears.

"Jas, you should've been there. This wouldn'tve happened if you were there. Michael is always more careful when your around."

I felt my stomach drop when he said that. Thanks Randy, I appreciate the blame.

"Well I'm sure I wouldn'tve changed anything." I wiped my tears with my sleeve.

"Yes you would've." Marlon chimed in. I mean, what do you say to that. I just kissed Randy on the forehead and walked into the room. First thing I saw was Katherine sitting by the bed as Michael slept. I looked to the side to see Janet asleep on the couch.