*The Following Morning*
I went to Bridget's apartment to check on her. She was still in bed. "How's that temperature coming?" I asked.
"Pretty well, actually." She said. "I've got it down to 100. I should be better by tomorrow."
"Well, that's good to hear. Do you think we can hang out a little?"
"Sure. I'd love to."
Liz came back in the room. "What did I tell you, Bridget? You need your rest. Now, shut your little eyeballs."
"All right, Liz." She said.
"I'm gonna get going. I'll be back tomorrow morning to check up on you, okay, Bridget?" I said.
"All right, Michael." She said closing her eyes.
"Get some rest." I said walking back in the poster.
*That Following Morning*
I headed off to Bridget's apartment. She wasn't in bed. She must've brought that temperature back down. I got up and look around for her. She wasn't in the living room. I looked in the kitchen. She wasn't there either. If something happened. . . I hoped nothing happened. I knocked on the bathroom door. "He-hello?" I heard Bridget say. She sounded like she'd been crying.
"Are you okay, Bridget?" I asked.
"I'm fine, Michael."
"You don't sound fine. What's wrong?"
★Sorry it's so short you guys. I just kind of thought I'd end it there. I really hope you guys don't mind. I'm hoping to have a new part up soon. Thanks for reading!★
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A Special Gift (A Michael Jackson Fantasy)
FantasyBridget is a huge fan of Michael Jackson. She'd love to have a poster of him, but she can never find one. One day, her best friend finds a very rare Michael Jackson poster and gives it to Bridget. She hangs it on a place on her wall that she's been...
