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♥Sorry(Bad Era)-Part Three♥

You lay weakly on the gurney as you were rushed into the emergency unit. You were unconscious and bleeding rather profusely. 

"Get her in here!" a male doctor yells as his eyes land on your pale body. 

Michael keeps holding your limp hand in his as he whispers how much he needs you to hold on. 

"I'm sorry Mr. Jackson but you'll have to wait out here," a female nurse stops him from entering the inner room. 

"What?" he frowns. "I need to be there with her,"

"No sir. I'm sorry," she shakes her head. "No one is allowed in except for medical staff," she touches his shoulder. "We'll do our best," she smiles then runs in.

Michael slowly makes his way over to the row of chairs in the foyer and sits down as he sighs heavily. He buries his head in his hands and shakes his head. 

He is truly upset with himself. When he'd kissed you the first time, he knew it wasn't a mistake. He always had feelings for you ever since you'd started to work with him but he just couldn't find the proper way to express it to you. 

What he did consider a mistake was the manner in which he'd kissed you. He wanted to let you in on his feelings with a romantic gesture - and the encounter in the dressing room was far from romantic to him. 

This is what he'd wanted to tell you the second time he spoke to you in the dressing room, but of course; Frank unknowingly interrupted. 

Michael was so distressed. He needed you to wake up. He needed you to recover so that he could properly convey just how much he needed you. He needed you to be able to look into his eyes and see how much he truly loved you like no other.

"Hey Mike..." Frank whispers as he approaches Michael. 

Michael looks up at him and shakes his head in frustration.

"I'm so sorry," Frank sighs as he sits down next to Michael.

"She didn't deserve this," Michael breathes. "It should've been me in there. Not her,"

"Mike...don't blame yourself. I'm sure (Y/N) wouldn't want you to do that," Frank responds softly.

"I should've told her how I felt," Michael runs his fingers through his hair. "I should never have said it was a mistake," 

"Mike.." Frank trails off, not knowing what to say. 

"I really do love her, Frank," Michael sighs.

"I know," he nods. "She loves you too," Frank smiles fondly. "She's always sharing with me how much she wants to let you know and how she's too scared because you might not reciprocate," 

"Well she's wrong," Michael says lowly.

"Just hang in there Mike," Frank says reassuringly.

Michael nods hesitantly before continuing. "Where's the rest of the crew? Are they all okay?"

"Yep," Frank responds. "They're all back at the stadium just praying for (Y/N). The whole thing's still a mess. The people were crazy,"

"Yeah..." Michael breathes as he closes his eyes. 

"Are you hurt?" Frank asks randomly and Michael looks at him with a quizzical expression.

"Well Frank..." he looks slightly amused. "not physically..no," 

The two chuckle lightly before their expressions transform back into solemn ones. Frank nudges Michael as a female nurse emerges from the emergency unit and walks toward them. Michael and Frank stand up to meet her.