Michael Jackson Imagines

I'm Sick

My stomach started to growl and it was cramping a little bit. I put my knees to my stomach close to each other. "Ugh." I moan turning over my head felt hot so I took the covers off of me. Michael stole the blanket covering himself with it. I can feel the puke about to come up from my throat I rush to the bathroom putting my head over the toilet. "Blah!" Holding my stomach getting the hair out of my face. I lay on the bathroom floor curling up into a ball. The pain got worse and worse knowing I'm going to throw up again. "Blah!" There it goes again. "Baby?" He sees me curled up on the bathroom floor. "I don't feel so good." I whined Michael got the thermometer and put it in my mouth to see how my body temperature is. "Oh no your fever is high!" He looked at the numbers. "What is it?" Looking worried slowly getting up. "It's 258' degrees that's not good." Michael helped me get back in the bed and put a trash can just in case I had to puke again. Michael went downstairs to make some tea and chicken soup which was my favorite. "Awe Michael you didn't have to do this." He set the eating tray over me. "I did this because I love you." He kissed my cheek. "Just wake me if you need anything. I nodded my head turning the tv on eating the chicken soup. I was done with everything setting the tray on the night stand and cuddling in the blanket since I got cold. "Michael." I groaned again. "Yes?" He puts me closer to him. "I don't want to throw up again." I held the trash can next to me, Michael sat up patting my back. I threw up again in the trashcan I bet my breath smelled bad right now. "Your going to the doctor right now." Michael took his phone out for the ambulance. "Yes it's  an emergency my wife is sick and needs an ambulance right now she a has a high fever two." Michael hung up and helped me get dressed. The sirens sounded as the ambulance came closer with the lights flashing through the window. Michael saw me being carried into the ambulance he went in with me holding my hand. "It's going to be ok." I drift to sleep as my vision blurred. I woke up in the hospital room with Michael next to me in the chair. "How do you feel babe?" He gave me a teddy bear with flowers. "I feel fine I guess, what did the doctor do?" Kissing his lips. "He gave you a shot while you were asleep. He says you have to stay over night and then you can be released tomorrow." There was some food on the table but I wasn't really hungry. "Ok Mikey bear." The next day Michael took me home and I felt a lot better.

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