Butterflies- A Michael Jackson story

"Doctor" - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Doctor

Michael's POV

Here I am, 11.30 pm with an injured girl in my bed. Waiting for a doctor. This is kinda awkward and I could tell that she wasn't really sure how to handle this situation either. I don't even know how I got into this weird situation. Well I do. I was so in the moment on stage that I didn't look where my feet was and we stumbled, causing me to fall on this girl, that I just found out was called Saga.

I landed on her legs pretty bad and I couldn't just leave her like that, she couldn't even walk. It was my fault that she got hurt and if she is going need hospital care then I should be the one paying for it. I thought that it would all be over now, but of course my assistant had to forget to call the doctor. I panicked and didn't know how to make the situation better for her, so I just decided to taker her to my hotel room.

It's not that I don't want her here, she seems really nice and all, it's just that I don't know what to say. I've always been very shy with strangers, that's why I don't like doing interviews. I do feel unusually relaxed with her though, she has already made me laugh like 4 times this day in the span of a few hours. There's not many people that succeed to do that these days, only close family and friends whom I don't get to spend so much time with these days.

After Robert closes the door I carefully grab Saga's hurt leg and put it on top of the stack of pillows on the bed. "I'm pretty sure that you are supposed to keep it high" I say and she nods.

"The doctor should come pretty soon" I inform her. "Do you want anything? Water, something to eat?" I continue. "No I'm fine" she says with an exhausted smile. She looks very tired while laying on my bed, her eyelids flattering as if she's going to fall asleep any moment.

"Well, I haven't eaten yet so I will just order something to you too. Pancakes? I say while lifting the room service phone.

"No,no it's fine you don't need to order something to me" she insists while looking at me under her black eyelashes, her hair spread across the pillow she's resting her head on.

"But I want to, so please just say what you want" I say while looking in her light blue eyes.

"Fine, pancake's good" she says defeatedly.

I order the pancakes and soon after, someone knocks on the door. I go and open to see my regular doctor standing there with a black bag in one of his hands.

"Hi Mr. Jackson" He says walking through my door towards the bed and Saga.

"Hello Miss! What's your name?" He asks her, he clearly got instructions about who was hurt before walking in here.

"Saga" she answers with a soft quiet voice, she seems very shy. I stand beside the bed watching them.

"And you are hurt where exactly?" My doctor asks in a very masculine voice

"Left knee" She says while glancing at me

"Okay, then I will have to take a look at it. But i'm afraid that you need to remove your pants, so that I can look at your knee correctly." He says

I can see the fear across her face, how uncomfortable she gets by the thought of taking her pants off infront of this doctor and me. I can't stand seeing her so uncomfortable so I quickly walk towards my suitcase to lend her a pair of my sweatpants that I know I have there. I find them and walks towards the bed again and throw them to her.

"Here, you can change to these" I say and I instantly see her face relax a bit. She begins to sit up from the bed and sends me a questioning look and I understand that she's asking for the bathroom. So I point to where it is and she slowly stands up from the bed, her face wincing in pain.

God I really hurt this girl, I feel so bad that I can't do anything about her pain. When I see the discomfort she's in I quickly walk to her side of the bed and lift her up with one hand on her back and one under her knees. I don't have much muscles but she barely weights anything. She is surprised by my action but I don't care, I just start walking towards the big bathroom where I gently put her down on the floor and say "Shout when you are finished and I come and get you" as I close the door and wait outside.

Sagas POV

Michael walks out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him. He carried me here, and I can still feel the lingering warmth of his body on the places we touched. I begin to pull my tight jeans off that I wore to the concert, they doesn't seem like such a good idea anymore. When the jeans comes to my knees I have to pull even harder for the fabric to go over my knees. It hurts like hell.

When the pants are off I starts to examine my knee carefully. God it was swollen, almost twice times as big as the other knee with a dark purple bruise over it. I quickly put on the pants Michael threw me, they are a little to big at the waist but they luckily have adjustable cords. I tie a knot of the cords and fold up the legs over my knees so the doctor can have a good look.

Fuck I think as I realize that I still have the black croptop on me, and since these pants aren't high waisted it means that I will show my whole stomach infront of Michael and doctor. Not good, i'm not comfortable with this. Since I don't have another shirt I have to suck it up. The bathroom has a big mirror over the sink so I slowly walk to the mirror where I quickly brush my fingers through my messy hair to make it less frizzy and I then wash the mascara fallouts under my eyes away. Hopefully to make me look a little less tired. Before i'm finished I pinch my lips a little, to get some color in them. I look at myself one last time in the mirror before I slowly walk towards the bathroom door and open it. I don't even look close to good, but I look a little less like death.

I see that Michael still stands close to the bathroom door and I quickly try to cover up my stomach but the damage is already done and I see his eyes quickly leaving my stomach as he looks up at me, a little embarrassed and surprised. I wonder if he's embarrassed of what i'm wearing or embarrassed by the fact that he accidentally looked. Anyways, he again picks me up and carries me to the bed in his apparently very strong arms. This time I can feel his hand directly on my skin. He has very soft, big hands, it feels good and I get embarrassed by the thought. I'm very aware of covering my stomach up with my arms and hands while getting put onto the bed, trying to make the situation a little less awkward.

The doctor examines me for a couple of minutes, asking if this or that hurts, feeling and looking on my knee. When examining my knee I hear someone knocking on the door and I see Michael leaving the side of the bed to open the door. In comes a tall, broad shouldered man seeming upset when saying "This is not good Michael, have you looked through your window? There are more paparazzi and fans out there than there have ever been before. " Michael quickly walks towards the big window at the end of the room. I can her him mumble "shit" with a worried look on his beautiful face.

"Doctor what do you think?" Michael asks and turns to the doctor. He seems abstracted.

"I don't think it's a major injury, but it is really swollen and I don't think that she should walk more that necessary. I'm going to give you some pills for the pain" He says to me and I nod, taking the pills he's handing me with one of my hands, the other one still covering up my body.

Michael thanks the doctor and basically pushes him out through the door. He then quietly exchange a couple of words with the unknown man that I hear is called "Frank", maybe he's Michael's manager? I try to look out of the window to see what's going on but i'm too far away from it. Frank then disappears out the door and Michael starts to talk to me.

"Okay, the doctor said that you shouldn't walk so I think that you need to stay here at the hotel tonight, if that's alright?I don't want you to leave with your bad knee, and especially not through the crowd down there, it could be very dangerous" he says very seriously

"Stay at the hotel?" I ask nervously

"Yes, Frank went down to the lobby to get a room for you" He says

"It's really not necessary Michael! You have done so much for me already" I try to protest

"It is, i'm not gonna' let you walk out the hotel door when there's paparazzi and fans that are gonna'pump you with dumb questions,I can see that you are very tired."

Frank comes in the room again. "We have a problem" he says "There's no rooms available"