whatever happens » michael jackson

11

[HIStory era]

I woke up with heavy eyelids and a severely blocked nose that incapacitated me from breathing.
Smacking my dry lips, I winced as I felt my throat stab like a thousand red hot needles. My head felt as if it were on fire just as a single light ray fell on it from the curtains.

I tried to call out for Michael, but my voice came out as a very painful croak.

I had to hear him flush the toilet, grunt as he drops the toothbrush, and hum a little to himself before entering the room make-up free and radiating beauty.

"Morning, darling," he chirped cheerfully, walking my way and crouching at the bottom of the bed, his short bob of straight hair adorable on his grinning face, "Why are you up so late?"

I pointed to my throat, and whispered out one raspy word, "Can't."

Brushing away a bang from his gorgeous eyes, he furrowed his eyebrows before placing a hand against my forehead, "You're burning up," he muttered, before quickly vanishing to the kitchen.

He returned with a tiny pill, a glass of water, an icepack, a sucking candy, a nose dropper, and a thermometer.

Pulling me up gently by the hand, he fluffed my pillows to sit me upright. adjusting my back, he slowly handed me the pill and water, keeping a keen eye as I barely managed to swallow it down. I took the candy on my own accord; I couldn't stand any more pain.

Resting a soft grip on my arm, he quickly measured my temperature, and I could see my husband's kind face up close in a heavenly age of 38.

"Tsk, tsk, 39," he read, a distraught look on his face, "This has to be dropped now," he mumbled mostly to himself, before lifting me up in his strong arms to shift to the middle of the bed.

Clamping the ice pack on my head, he quickly smacked my hand away when I tried to help, causing me to silently giggle.

"Whenever your nose gets blocked, use the nose dropper," Michael pointed to the tiny thing, a sympathetic smile on his face, "Now just continue sleeping and don't worry about the house, I'll take care. I paid the maids too."

I opened my mouth to speak-- "A-bu-bu-buh!" he shushed me, kissing my lips quickly, "You need rest," he kissed both my hands before turning off the lights, "I love you," he whispered.

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