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∴♡Surrogate(Dangerous/HIStory Era) - Part Five♡∴

 *.:｡✿*ﾟSo, here's hoping that this doesn't suck!
I literally don't know where I was going when I began typing this - but I just let my fingers work on their own accord.

Hope you enjoy!

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Your eyes flutter open rather slowly as you inhale softly. As the light of day hits your eyes roughly, you immediately begin to assess your situation. You appear to be in a hospital room, the walls a very dull shade of blue. You turn your head slowly with a slight frown and instantly widen your eyes as you see Michael seated just beside your bed - a look of concern plastered on his face.

"Michael..." you begin softly, a hint of confusion becoming very evident in your tone.

"Hi," he breathes with a subtle smile, bringing his large hand to caress your cheek lightly. "How are you feeling?" 

At his touch, you instantly feel butterflies come alive within you and you desperately want to show him the effect that his has on you. However, you continue to keep in mind that he is married - therefore, you move your head away slightly. Your movements are not abrupt, but they are enough to non-verbally indicate that you respect him as a man, and you respect his marriage.

"I'm sorry," he says, grimacing a little. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine," you cut him off with a soft chuckle. "It...uh...it happens all the time," you cringe a tad after hearing those words leave your mouth.

The idea seemed a lot less awkward in your head.

"Really now?" he raises his eyebrow playfully, earning a sassy eye roll from you. 

"Whatever," you scoff lightly before clearing your throat. "So...I don't mean to be a total killjoy but..." you exhale tiredly. "What happened?"

"Ah," Michael raises both of his eyebrows as he takes a deep breath. "Well...you passed out,"

"And?" you prod further. 

"The doctor said he'll need to run some tests," he breathes out. "They're a little worried about your state,"

"State?" you frown.

"They reckon something's wrong," he shakes his head. "I just hope it's nothing serious,"

"Oh God.." you gasp as you bring your palm up to your forehead.

"What?" he perks up, his face instantly displaying panic.

"Maybe it's because we didn't wait after...." you trail off as your eyes go wide. 

"What? No," he scoffs before his face bears a worried expression again. "Wait...you don't think..."

"I don't know," you shake your head, slightly amused at the idea.

Imagine if something went wrong for me internally, all because Michael and I couldn't wait.

"Excuse me Mrs. Jackson," a male voice interrupts the two of you - earning a slight gasp from you as you sit up quickly.

"Oh...I - we're not married," you nod awkwardly as the doctor smiles apologetically.

"My apologies," he responds sincerely, earning a genuine smile from Michael.

"It's fine. Happens all the time," he shrugs nonchalantly and after a moment, both yourself and the doctor chuckle a little before he regains his composure.

"Well... (Y/N)," the doctor begins gently. "We've sent your blood sample for some tests and whilst you were unconscious, we did a few scans," he clears his throat before continuing. "And I'm afraid the results will be back in about a week,"