Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

[38]♡state of shock pt. I♡[38]

Michael

"Get the hell off me!" I shouted, catching everyone's attention at the bar as I grabbed her wrists and pushed her away from me.

She over-exaggeratedly fell to the floor, her red lipstick smeared as she panted heavily.

"How dare you?" Gracie screeched, "If only you knew what she was keeping! Then you wouldn't want her, I'm telling you that much mister,"

Her eyes had a look of hatred in them, but I fled from the bar before she could do or name anything.

Seconds later I was bursting through my room door, sitting on the bed and burying my head in my hands, rubbing furiously at my eyes.

I reached beside me and picked up my tub of cream before throwing it at the drawers, letting out a high pitched shriek of anger at the force. I was surprised when my eyes focused and I saw the plastic tub hadn't a crack in it. Maybe I wasn't as strong as I thought.

I was about to kick off my shoes when there was a knock at the door, and the room fell silent – though I didn't think it could've got any quieter before.

I tiptoed silently and pressed my ear against the door, gasping as they knocked again. It took me a while of getting composed before I opened the door, expecting an angry-faced Gracie, but came face-to-face with an oriental woman with shoulder-length beach waves and feline features.

"Mister Jackson?" She spoke slowly, her Chinese accent seeping through her tone, "I have message for you,"

I looked behind me as if to see another 'Mister Jackson', before nodding slowly, my mouth agape as I gestured for her to continue.

"You are needed at N-New York City Medical Centre, where a woman by the name of Angelica Castanova is requesting you, immediately. That is all the information I have for you tonight sir. Wǒ xiān gào cí le,"

"Wait!" I called, but she was already gone.

I stared in disbelief at the wall opposite me, my heart racing. I could feel it pulsating in the back of my throat, in my hands, the blood running cold through my veins. I grabbed hold of the door as my knees fell weak before me.

Once I collected myself, I grabbed my long, white overcoat and ran down the stairs, hailing a taxi and jumping into it.

I needed answers. Why me? Why did she want me?

**

I ran into the hospital, my feet screeching on the freshly mopped and now-wet floor. A receptionist was typing away at something, but stopped when she saw me.

Surprisingly, the hospital was empty. There was nobody but a few sleeping people sprawled out across chairs. All lights were off, and if it wasn't for my heavy breathing and sudden intrusion the only thing audible would be the faint tapping of keys and a far-away heart monitor.

She stared at me for a few moments, as if she was trying to recognise something, and it took a few rude clicks in front of her face to actually acknowledge me properly.

"Oh, um.. did you need something?" She asked, clearly dazed. She acted like she'd never seen a man before.

"I need to know what room Angelica Castanova is in. I'm not family but she's been requesting me, you must know about that,"

"But sir, the time. It's-"

"Yes, I know what time it is now could you just hurry up and tell me what room she is in because I need to see her and now," I growled, my teeth gritting at the last part. It wasn't her job to be telling me anything.