Michael Jackson Imagines

I Take Care Of Michael

Michael just came home from work and looks exhausted and tired from the long day at the dancing studio. "Hey baby." We kissed and hugged. "Hey Mike are you ok? You look drained and exhausted."  He shook his head yes yawning. "Yeah I'm fine I'm gonna go get some KFC soon when I get out of these sweaty clothes and freshen up." He smiles. "Cool I'll join." Michael gets in the shower and I wait for Michael to get done. Michael comes downstairs with his red shirt and black slacks on and of course his fedora. We go to the drive through and order some ten dollar wings, biscut, macaroni and cheese and mash potatoes. We take the bag and drive back home. We ate in silence we were  both finished Michael was pretty tired so I don't want to bother him tonight. "Babe I'm going to sleep in one of the guests rooms. You really need some sleep I don't want to bother you honey." I put on my robe getting some things I need to entertain myself. "No babe why? I love it when we sleep together." He argued. "I'll be ok sweetie just go to sleep." I kissed his forehead. "Ok goodnight." I slowly closed the door and went go sleep in the guests room not to far away from Michael just in case I needed to check on him. I got into my bed and turned on the tv. After a while I checked my Instagram status to see what the moonwalkers were up too. I yawned and went to sleep wrapping myself up In my warm blanket. Michael was still asleep tossing and turning in bed he put his knees close to his stomach wrapping his arms around his legs. "Argh." He groaned the pain in his stomach interrupted his beauty sleep. Michael turned on the right side of the bed covering his face with the pillow. He was trying to ignore his stomach ache now he felt like he had to go to the bathroom. Michael closed the bathroom door he's been on the when he was done he went back to bed. In the middle of the night Michael just felt worse and worse he never knew what was wrong with his stomach. Michael got a trash can bending towards it the puke came back out into the trash. "Oh god." He complained holding his stomach. "Baby bear!" Michael whined feeling like he was going to throw up again. I wake up hearing Michael calling me I get out of bed putting my robe and slippers back on walking back to the room we share. "Babe what's wrong?" Michael could barley talk I could tell by the expression on his face that he could be sick. I put my hand on his forehead checking if he had a fever but luckily he didn't. "You don't have a fever." I commented. "Oh it was probably something you ate Mike. Maybe some of the KFC wasn't made right." I helped Michael get back into his bed. "Babe don't go through all of this trouble for me." Taking the trash can for me. "No it's ok you need to feel better." I kissed Michael before I went to look at the KFC. I looked at the left over chicken and found that it there was a little pink on the inside. That darn kfc got my baby sick now I'm going to make sure they won't do it again. I made Michael some tea to help soothe his stomach ache and made him take some medicine. "Here you should feel better in a few hours." Michael made a funny face after sipping the medicine he really doesn't like that pink stuff. I sat down next to Michael letting him lay on my lap running my hands through his hair. "Babe I don't feel good." He cried. "Just rest honey I have to tell the manager that the food made you sick when I ask for a refund tomorrow."  Michael closed his eyes again.

Eight hours later...

"Michael I'm going to KFC now I'll be back." Michael insisted in coming with me so I let him. We both drove there shortly. "Hello my I please speak to the manager?" The boy nodded and pressed the call button. "He will be here shortly ms." He smiles as he serves the next customer. A few minutes the manager comes to us. "Yes how may I help you?" I folded my arms. "Your store got my boyfriend sick last night he had a stomach ache and threw up from the chicken it wasn't even fully cooked sir. I would like a refund and hopefully this won't happen again?" The guy sighs in disappointment. "I'm so sorry mam it's not often we get these mistakes but I will make sure that my employees checks there food before serving thank you for letting me know."  I hand the man the receipt and paid back our ten dollars. "Have a good day guys." We walked out of the building and Michael relaxed the rest of the day.d