tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

April 2ᶰᵈ ─ 12:30 ᵖᵐ

Silvery light awoke him, Michael tried to blink, but his eyes and face were wet with something warm and thick.

"Shh," said a soft voice. "Don't open your eyes, I'm trying to clean the blood away."

Diana, he thought, but when he opened his eyes, it was just a woman dressed in nurse scrubs. "Diana." He whispered. "Where's Diana?"

The nurse didn't answer him, she just walked away. Michael rubbed at his face, but it just brought on more pain. His arms were bandaged, maybe because of the burns.

He was in a hospital room, everything was blue, red or white. Michael slid off the bed, his feet were also in pain. Michael sighed, realizing he was no longer wearing the uncomfortable red tuxedo, it was replaced with a white hospital gown.

Michael headed down the light halls of the hospital, as he was starting forward his eyes caught Janet. Her hair was pinned up but messed, and her eyes were soaked with tears, mascara mixed in.

Janet caught sight of him and tried to wipe away her tears. "Michael, what are you doing? You're supposed to be in bed."

Michael shook his head. "What, so you can deliver me the bad news when I wake up? Not a chance, now what's going on? Where's Diana?"

He realized she was talking to Felix, who turned to Michael. "That's the thing, Collins had us search the entire area, the blocks--and if she was inside the building...we won't be able to find her. Diana must have died in the fire."

"No, no," said Michael, pointing a finger at Felix. "You need to look more, she's out there somewhere. Diana would have found a way to get out of there."

Felix shrugged. "If she had, wouldn't she be here?"