Interesting.
That's all he thought as he walked away from the 'Wrong room,' though he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine when he entered her hospital room, and truthfully, she had looked a lot like Nadia from behind.
Maybe the girl needed help, maybe she didn't have hope for a recovery, whoever she was. Michael shook his head, shaking away his wonders.
Right room, he thought once he saw the blonde hair.
"Nadia?"
She whirled, her face glistening with sweat. Nadia was always beautiful, a long nose and high cheekbones. She'd been cleaning off the bed.
"Michael." She breathed, her throat clenching.
He was surprised, and shocked, yet angry. Michael shut the door behind him, leaning against it. "I-I heard you were here. I needed to see you."
"I'm already heading down to the dayroom for breakfast." She said in a deeper voice than he'd remembered. "I'd be happy if you visited tomorrow."
Lie. He knew she didn't want to see him. And quite frankly, he didn't care, he just deserved the truth from her.
"Goodbye, Nadia."
He realized her arm was in a cast. He was guiltily glad about that, now she couldn't run again.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanficDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
