tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

May 6ᵗʰ ─ 2:00 ᵖᵐ

I was strolling down the hall in my wheelchair, bored out of my wits. I just wanted to stand up and run but I knew it was impossible.

"...get better." I'd recognize the subdued voice anywhere, I stopped beside an open hospital room. Michael was sitting at the edge of a bed, Maggie, the girl who had recently started chemo was sitting up. A scarf on her head.

Michael reached over and rubbed her hand. "I promise, one day you'll wake up all healed. And you're going to be able to go outside."

"But, what if-?" Maggie began.

"There isn't space for what-ifs when you have hope. So just...hope."

I grinned from the doorway as he tapped her hand and prepared to get up, I made a gasp as I tried my best to hurry away. But the wheel to my chair caught onto a couple of cords that ran up the way beside Maggie's door.

As I reached down to untangle them, hands were already at them, Michael's hands. Damn, I was busted. Eavesdropping. He didn't make a sound, just knitted his eyebrows together in that sexy determination.

He raised his head when he realized I'd been staring down at him and grinned softly. Oh, god he is so...

"Maggie is terminal." He said softly to me.

I watched him regain his composure, and walked behind me. At first I thought he was leaving when my wheelchair began forward. "There is no chance of her surviving, but only if everyone believes she can."

I raised my eyebrows, though he couldn't see me. "You really believe that?" I asked, an edge to my voice.

I couldn't see him, but I could hear the smile in his voice. "Yeah, but I doubt you do." He turned me down the hall, near my room . "So tell me, Susie. What happened to you? What have you hoped for but haven't gained yet?"

I sighed. "I can't be with the man I care about." I thought deeply of those moments, the small ones that we shared that I missed so damn much it made me cry at night.

We entered my hospital room, Michael parked my wheelchair in front of my bed. He appeared in front of me, beautiful face a white glow in the dimly lit room. He reached out and pulled me into his arms, shifting me up so he was holding me like he would a newborn.

I blushed as he stalked over to the other side of bed. I watched his chin, his eyebrows and fiery brown eyes. Michael pulled the blankets down and sat me down in the bed, I was filled with warmth as he tugged the duvet under my chin.

"I'm sure you'll be with him someday. Don't give up on hope just yet." I waited for him to lean over and kiss me somewhere but he just rubbed the top of my head, grinned before heading out of my hospital chambers.