Imagines of Michael Jackson

Migraine (Dangerous era)

*Michael's POV*
"Y/n, please wake up."
"Stop yelling at me." She was curled up under the covers. I had been trying to get her to wake up for the past ten minutes, but she was acting so weird.
"Baby, I'm not even yelling."
"Please be quiet. My head hurts."
I felt her forehead to see if she had a fever but it felt normal. I really wanted to find out what was wrong with her, but she was too cranky to answer my questions.
"How do you feel?"
"Like going back to sleep."
I knew she wanted me to go away, but I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was in pain. It hurt me deeply to see her like this. I really wanted to help her.
"If you can't tell me what's wrong I'll have to have a doctor come look at you."
"I don't really know what's going on. I just feel really bad." The painful tone in her voice was really scaring me.
"Can you describe how you feel?"
"I have the worst headache. My stomach doesn't feel very good either. Everything around me just doesn't feel right." Her body was shaking like it always did when she was really worried about something. "Nothing feels or sounds normal."
"Do you want me to call a doctor?"
"Please," she moaned.
I called the doctor and described how she had been feeling. The doctor said it sounded like she was having a migraine. I remembered having one when I was younger, so I knew how much she was suffering right now.
I got some water for her and went back into the bedroom. Y/n wasn't in bed, so I looked around the room and saw her in the bathroom throwing up. Watching this happen was heartbreaking. I wanted to be in her place so badly. Then she could take care of me, which always seemed to make her happy.
When she was done I took her back to bed and gave her the water to drink. Her beautiful eyes were just staring off into space. Now she was really starting to worry me. I helped her lie back down.
"The doctor thinks you have a migraine."
She let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry you're feeling so sick."
She hid under the covers again and didn't talk for a long time. I knew she wasn't asleep because she was still shaking. I spent most of the day just lying there quietly next to her with my arm around her because I didn't feel safe leaving her alone in this state. I really hoped she would get well soon. I didn't know how long I could take seeing her in so much pain.