Michael Jackson i just cant stop loving you.

the Pepsi video - part 2

--- Changing the name, cause y/n is not really working in my head ...

MJ POV:

It seemed to take hours from the studio to the hospital, once arrived there were people at the hospital, how did the media know about it? it had just happened? Fortunately Bill was there too and we were able to enter quickly. Inside a whole team was there to look after me and it all went down, I could only  thinking of someone, of zoe .. would she already know? would she come? I looked around but even Bill had sent them away so if she knew, she would not be allowed to come to me. My mind was quickly disturbed by an unbearable sting of pain. I wanted to scream but I think nothing came out of my mouth. I looked around, people panicking everywhere. one of the nurses pulled the sheets off of me and my shirt off I let it all happen.

After about ten minutes of pain and shame, I suddenly heard a voice yelling from the corridor: YOU LET ME THROUGH! NO I MUST SEE HIM! it was Zoe's voice, I recognized it immediately only I had never heard her scream like that I had to laugh at it in my head words couldn't come out. 

Zoe had got her way, she came rushing in.

Zoe: Michael, honey, are you okay? what happened? she took my hand and looked at me. I looked at her, her beautiful dark big brown eyes with her curly hair falling down her face. I wanted to say something but it didn't work, the pain was too bad. Zoe leaned forward and gave me a kiss on my cheek, from that moment it was finished the tears ran down my face.

Zoe: Honey, no, don't cry, it'll be okay I'm here, I'll make it okay. 

I trusted her like no one else.

Zoe: WILL YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO DO HERE? HE HAS PAIN DON'T YOU SEE THAT? she shouted at one of the nurses.

I had to say something, "sweetheart ... and Zoe looked at me immediately.

Zoe: sweetheart.

Michael: Honey, they can ... they can't help it. do not shout.

Zoe: they can do something about it. She did not let herself know as stubborn as she was. one of the nurse had taken a chair for her and she sat down next to me. She stroked my hand, spoke softly to me and tried to reassure me.

"Mr. Jackson ?, we have to transfer you to surgery, we have to do something about your injuries on top of your head." they are third free burns. I turned around, it was probably the doctor. I could tell Zoe from my hand that I did not entirely agree with this.

Zoe: can I come? I mean, I'm coming! I don't leave him alone, do you understand that?