Rock With You: A Love Story

pretty peonies

Michael's POV

A rush of sheer terror comes over me, in the form of a colossal, indigo wave. I am violently shoved off the safety of my jet ski, plunging me deep beneath the reflective surface of the ocean. The noise of the crashing sea muffles as I flap my arms and legs underwater, almost in slow motion.
My vision rapidly fades to black, as I physically give up. My body stops struggling, and simply...stops, being the last thing I remember.

Belle's POV

I drowsily separate my heavy eyelids, to reveal a blurry view of a white room. I quickly blink, my brows furrowing as I try to reveal my location. I see a white curtain, a white chair, a white door. It's a hospital. My mind rakes for memory, why am I in hospital?
It's like I was never alive yesterday, as I can't remember a glimpse of it. Then I remember Michael, where is he? I turn my head to see a large window, raindrops smacking the glass with anger. The grey sky frowns as the trees sway in fury. A storm. This triggers a quick flashback in my brain, an image of the dark ocean swirling around me, a warning whistle chiming from the distance. Jet skiing. I was jet skiing with Michael.
My heart begins to speed as my head fills with possibilities and 'what if?'s. Where is Michael? I need to know he's safe.
The white door cracks open, the shrill sound echoes around my hospital room. I look through the crack of the door as it widens, presenting my mom.
"Mom?" I say, a croak in my voice.
"Baby, you're ok!" She says, he's face full of sympathy and concern. She strides towards me and leans over to hug me, as I lay on the bed.
"What happened? Where am I?" I say, my memory still cloudy.
"You're in hospital, Bel. I head you went jet skiing in an unexpected storm, and you fell off. The waves were huge, so you must of passed out or something." She says, her eyes staring into mine as I blink repeatedly.
"I don't remember." I whisper, turning my head to the side. I felt no pain, just confusion and worry. "Where's Michael?" I suddenly gasp.
"I believe he's down the hall, in bed." My mom rests her warm hand on my upper arm, comforting me with a stroke.
"Can I see him? Is he okay?" I plead.
"He hasn't woken up yet, baby. But the doctor said you can get up and walk if you want, but we can't leave hospital yet." She tells me. Michael hasn't woken up. He's unconscious. I had to go and see him.
I sharply sit up, the white bed creaking.
"Slow down, Belle." My mom said, her voice flowing with concern.
"I have to see him." I say, my mind fixed on Michael. I don't even care I was wearing an embarrassing hospital gown, not now. I stand up and step out the door, my head whipping side to side. Which way is his room?
I see a small, Asian man rushing past me, wearing all white with a name tag. A doctor.
"Excuse me, doctor?" I say.
"Miss Smith! How are you feeling?" He says, quickly stopping his rushing ways to check on me.
"I'm okay, I think. Do you know where Michael is?" I say, with a slight smile. This always happens when I say his name.
"Room 309, next to you." He says, his hand on my shoulder.
"Thank you so much." I say, already walking away to find Michael. I scan the white corridor, everything shining with pristine cleanliness. I inhale the 'hospital scent', as I see the door 309.
I place my hand on the door and push it open, as it squeaks.
I see Michael, he body spread across the white bed, the same as mine. His face is expressionless, yet he looks absolutely gorgeous, his curls falling down the sides of the pillow. I can hear the faint sound of fans outside, they must have seen the news or something and found out where his is.
I shuffle my feet towards the bed, and rest my small my hand on his chest. His heartbeat comforts me. I turn my head as I hear the door automatically close gently behind me.
The continuous beeping sound of Michael's heartbeat is shown on a screen beside him on the ECG screen. The red line bounces up and down, up and down, up and down.
I gently sit down on the white plastic chair and pull it up next to Michael's bed. I place my hand on his, as the sound of his breathing fills the air.
Please wake up.
I press my lips against his, in hopes it would do something. Like in the movies. But it didn't. I sigh, and turn around and a bunch of vibrant flowers on the window catch my eye. I walk over, to see a note in them. I open the little white card, that reads

Michael,
I hope you're okay angel
Please call me as soon as you can so I know you're okay
All my love and prayers,
Marie x

Marie. I feel my brows furrow as I crunch the card up in my hand. I don't know what it is about her, but she gives me weird vibes. Maybe I'm just being jealous.
I pick at the beautiful flowers for a while, fiddling with their silky petals.
"Bel." I hear. I quickly turn around to see Michael's eyes slightly open, his fingers trying to lift themselves up.
"Michael." I say gently, walking over to him. He gives a faint smile, before it disappears again.
"What happened?" I see his brain cogs roll, as he has the same reaction I did when I woke up.
"The storm last night, on the jet ski's, remember? We got knocked off, I think, and I guess lifeguards saved us. I'm not even sure myself, I'm more focused on if you're okay." I say, gazing into his confused eyes.
"I guess I am. Are you?" He says, raising his eyebrows. I perch on the side of his creaky bed and smile at him.
"I'm completely fine, somehow." I snicker.
"Good. I remember thinking you could have died." He says, widening his doe-like eyes to emphasise his point, as he plopped his head back onto the thin pillow.
"Thankfully not." I chuckle.
"I love you. Just so you know." He says, re-opening his eyes.
"And I love you. Are we allowed to go home yet?" I say, looking up at the clock on the wall. "It's 4:30pm."
"I have no idea, where are the doctors?" He says, sitting up against the back of his bed.
"I spoke to one earlier, I'll go find him." I say, stepping towards the door. As I go to open it, it opens the other way.
"You're both awake!" A nurse shouts, throwing her hands in the air with a smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" Wow, she was full on.
"It's fine." I say, with a 'bitch, you're crazy' smile.
"When can we go?" Michael shouts bluntly from his bed, sounding like a bored child on a road trip. I throw him a glare at his rude behaviour, which I get a shrug in a return.
"Are you feeling well enough?" She says, stepping into Michael's room.
"Yes, I feel fine." He says, keeping his eyes fixed on the window as he watches the rain smash into the glass.
"Me too." I say.
"You should be fine then. I'll write you off, you can get ready to leave." She says, with a smile.
"Thank you." I say, expecting Michael to say the same, but he doesn't. The nurse walks out and shuts the door behind her.
"What's up with you?" I giggle.
"She seemed annoying." He said, shrugging at me.
"She's just helping, doing her job." I laugh. Michael has always had a sassy side to him, and I love it.
"Flowers?" He said, as he stood up from his bed, grinning. It bothered me slightly how Marie brought a smile to his face so easily, although she wasn't there. "Who from?" He says, rifling through the flowers looking for a note, his face full of confusion.
"No note?" I say, shifting my wait foot to foot.
"No." He says, giving up. "They're beautiful though. My favourite, peonies." He sniffed them, with a smile on his pretty face.
Marie knew his favourite flowers? Now I feel stupid.
"Anyway, let's go." I say, after slipping into some jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, the same as Michael. The clothes were in our beach bags, Ben or Simon must have brought them for us.
Michael took my hand, as we walked straight out the hospital and into the white limo, with Ben and Simon.
Fans were screaming and banging the windows with their fists, crying, laughing, fainting. The limo slowly swerved into the road and drove off, trying not to hit any fans.
"I'm so tired." I groan, closing my eyes and I lean my head on Michael's shoulder.
"Me too. Let's go to bed when we get home." Michael sighs.
"It's 4:50 pm." I giggle, tiredly.
"Well, we did have a long day...of drowning." Michael says, smirking. I admire how he can joke about something so serious, so soon. He brings light to every situation.
"You guys alright?" Simon shouts from the passengers seat.
"Yeah, thanks Simon. Did you go jet skiing?" Michael shouts, his eyes still shut.
"Yeah, we came back in quickly though. You could've died man, so lucky." He says.
"I don't know if I'd call myself lucky, right now." I mutter beneath my breath. Michael gasps in shock, causing my to raise my head and look at him. His jaw is dropped.
"Not lucky? Look at who you're at next to?" He said, with fake anger, I knew he was joking.
"Sorry, who are you?" I say, going along with his joke, my brows raised.
"Prince?" He said, smirking. "Kidding, I'm talented."
"Michael!" I burst into laughter. Michael and Prince have always had a bit of tension, although they respect each other as artists.
I rest my head back on his shoulder, as Michael hums a sweet tune. My eyelids soon became heavy, as I fell straight asleep to the sound of his angelic melodies in my ear.