Michael Jackson Imagines

He Gets Sick

It was morning. I was awake, but still rested a little bit. I heard Michael get up. I turned around and said, "Good morning, Michael."

"Good morning, Y/N." He said back.

I smiled and gave him a kiss. We just laid there on the bed looking at each other. Michael started groaning. I was kind of confused.

"Are you okay, Michael?" I asked him.

He groaned again. "I think I'm sick. My tummy hurts." He said childishly.

"Aww. Are you sure?"

He nodded his head yes. He gagged a little bit, then ran to the bathroom and threw up. He was really loud when he threw up. About five minutes later, he came back looking miserable. I asked him once more, "Are you okay?"

He nodded his head no. "I feel terrible."

"Aww." I gave him a sad look. I tried to give him a hug, but he stopped me and said, "No. I don't want you getting sick, too. Stay away from me."

"Michael, I don't care if I get sick. I at least want a hug. Please?" I begged. He smiled at me and said, "I guess a hug couldn't hurt. Come here, baby." He held his arms out and I hugged him right away.

"Now, is there anything I can do for my sick little baby?" I asked.

"Yeah. Can you get me a damp rag, some Sprite, and some Ibuprofen, please?" He asked.

"Of course. Hang on." I got up to get the stuff he needed. I came back with the stuff and laid back beside him.

"Thank you, Y/N. You're so nice." He said.

"You're welcome, baby. If you need anything else just let me know, okay?" I said.

He nodded his head yes. "Why don't you rest a little bit? You're gonna need it for today." I said.

"Okay." He said. He fell asleep shortly after. I never got sick after that.

The End