tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

May 6ᵗʰ ─ 12:00 ᵃᵐ

So, the bed clothes were on, and the usual thing to do was to just fall right asleep. But he couldn't resist the pull that yanked him every night.

Michael headed for the drawer in his bedroom and pulled it open, inside was a silky red blouse. It had been Diana's, she'd left it at his house.

Michael pressed it against his face and breathed in her rosy scent, he clutched it to his chest as he headed for his bed, falling instantly asleep.

5-freaking-PM?!

Michael literally jumped out of bed, into a shower and into some morning clothes. He had a breakfast meeting with Nadia today, he brushed his curls back on his head, pulling shades on his face.

He reached the Grays Ferry hospital instantly, sighing of relief once he stepped inside. Trying to drink away his sleepiness with coffee.

His usual thing was to check in on Susie today, so he approached the nurse leaning his arms against the desk. "How is Ms. Rivers today?"

The nurse sighed, sympathy on her face. "I found her in a tub eariler this morning," she shook her head. "She was sent to the ER, but I guess she's resting in her new room up on the 5th floor. The number is 345."

Nothing made him go faster, and soon he was standing outside Susie's hospital room. She wasn't wearing the mask today, he saw with surprise. Her eyes were open, or so he guessed because one of them was covered with a white bandage.

Though the familiarity, he thought she looked like someone he knew.

Her blonde tresses were messed as if she'd been running her hand through it excessively. Blue eyes sad and deep.

"Susie?" He entered the room, and she looked up from her hands, surprise in her features, as if she was scared yet embarrassed or not at all.

"Michael, I-I-" He approached the bed, relief as he realized she was okay, and put both arms around her shoulders. Pulling her to his chest.

"Shh, Susie, it's going to be okay."

"Why are you here?" She asked in a whisper.

Michael smiled. "You know I care about you, Susie."

There was silence, as if she was embarrassed.

"I thought you deserved the truth." He brushed hair from her forehead though he couldn't see her face clearly.