Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

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Michael

I sat on the chair beside her bed, holding her hand with the cannula inserted into it. I was tired. Mentally, physically.

I wish it was the other way around. I wish it could've been me, not her.

I burst into floods of tears every time I saw the tube emerging from her mouth, or her heartbeat sped or slowed.

By the time the fire had been cleared, we were both out. Misty's case was the worse they'd seen, but mine barely needed medical treatment.

My thoughts were interrupted by a doctor entering the room and hovering over Misty, seeming unaware of my presence. He wrote something on his clipboard and looked at the board that was tracking Misty's current state, though I became concerned when he began to shake his head and tut.

"What is it? Is she going to be alright?" I croaked through watery eyes,

He cleared his throat, "Well, you see... we haven't signs of her awaking yet,"

I rested my thumb on my temple and rubbed my forehead with my index finger, trying not to cry in front of the doctor.

"She inhaled a lot of that smoke, you see. And as her lungs were quite weak anyway, due to

reasons we are unable to explain. We can't determine whether she is going to make it or not. I'm sorry sir,"

I looked down and nodded slowly, clutching her hand; just wishing she'd squeeze mine tighter.

Her skin was a pale and unnatural shade of what is usual, her lips were tinted blue and she looked cold despite the warmth of the room.

I hadn't realised the doctor was still in the room until I heard the door reopened and he leaned through the door,

"Sir, you need to be checked over again until we can discharge you as a patient. Please follow me,"

I glanced over at Misty and held my gaze on her for a few moments, before getting up - more violently than intended – and following the doctor out of the room.

I didn't want to leave her side. I feared it would be my last time with her, and that's something I couldn't take.

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Misty screamed and I became aware of the flames surrounding us, instantly I began to search for exits – but they'd planned this smartly.

"Michael!" She yelled as we lost our grip, I'm sure she said more but it was drowned out by the screeching of the flames.

I tried to find her hand again, but I couldn't see. Everything was red, or black.

But one thing became clear, like the flames made a pathway.

Standing somewhere near me with a match in her hand was Jessica. Her blonde hair matching the theme of flames. She had a smirk on her face and flinched slightly as the flame grew closer to her.

I scrambled to my feet, but by the time I looked back she'd disappeared and the path was also covered in flames.

"Angelica!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as Jessica fled, finding myself now gasping for air.

I searched around the flames, wincing as my hand was touched, but I had no use of finding Misty.

I thought she got out already, but was proven wrong when I felt a hand grip mine. So weakly, so fragile.

I lifted her semi-unconscious body into my arms, her head resting on my chest as I carried her bridal-style out of the collapsing house that used to be mine. Mine and that evil, lost woman who tried to kill us.