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♡Bad News♡

Requested by my good friend AubreJackson

I hope it's okay!

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Michael.

I was seated in the living room, reading a novel - feeling quite lonely. My beautiful wife of ten years, (Y/N), had just woken up - and she was getting dressed in the bedroom. It was almost midday, and the kids (Prince, Paris, and Blanket) were playing on the carpeted floor.

(Y/N) was my everything, and I adored her just as much as I adored our children. My family was a miracle from heaven. Lately, however, (Y/N) had been looking rather pale. I had suggested that she see a doctor many times, but she refused to do so.

She always insisted that she was fine. I could never stand to see her ill. Neverland wasn't the same when (Y/N) was quiet.

My wife was the source of life that powered the magic of our property.

Suddenly, I heard Paris hit Prince, making me giggle slightly. Blanket seemed to be umaware of what was going on - my angels never failed to make me smile.

"That's mine!" Paris grabbed a toy truck from Prince, making the young boy roll his eyes playfully.

Several minutes passed before I saw (Y/N) descending the staircase. Initially, I smiled - but when I noticed how pale she looked, I broke into a deep frown.

My beautiful wife walked up to me, kissing my cheek before moving to sit down on the sofa as well. I turned my head to look at her.

"You okay?" I raised an eyebrow. "You seem...ill,"

"I'm fine," she waved me off, her voice becoming hoarse.

"(Y/N)..." I trailed off as she placed her hand on my knee, struggling to breathe. "Oh God!" I began to panic. "Carol!" I called out for the chief of staff at Neverland, hoping that she could hear me.

The middle aged woman came running in, a worried look on her face.

"What's going on?" she gasped.

(Y/N) collapsed in my arms, making my eyes go wide. I lifted her up bridal style, bringing myself to stand up.

"What's wrong with mommy?" Paris inquired, making my heart sink slightly.

"Honey, she's just sick. You stay here with Aunt Carol," I turned around to look at my beautiful daughter. "I need to take mommy to the hospital,"

Turning back around to face Carol, I flashed her a pleading look.

"Please look after the kids,"

"No problem," she nodded. "Just take care of (Y/N),"

•⊱♡⊰•

I was at the hospital, and it had been an hour since my wife had been taken into the emergency unit. A large crowd of fans had congregated outside of the building, and were being kept at bay by security. My hands were cold, and I was nervous. I needed (Y/N) to be okay.

"Mike!" I suddenly heard a male voice call my name. Upon turning my head, I realized that it was my manager - Frank. "Is (Y/N) in there?" he frowned, gesturing to the emergency unit doors.

"Yeah, it's been an hour," I bit my lip. "Has the news gotten out?"

"Yep," Frank shook his head. "The fans are praying for her,"