*Michael's POV*
Becky's gonna live! Becky's gonna live! She's actually going to stay alive! I'm so happy! I don't care about anything else in this world apart from the fact that she's going to live! Well, maybe one other thing..
Rachel is walking round a free woman. I want to shoot her. She's put me and Becky through some serious crap, she'd deserve it. But I'm not bad enough. I could never hurt anyone. Not on purpose. It's just not in me. Unless I'm desperate. But that's rare.
I'm sitting by Becky. She just got wheeled in. She's asleep, but her breathing is much less shallow now. I can actually hear it clearer.
I kiss her forehead and take her hand. She's still cold, but she's ok.
That's the whole point here. She's ok.
I nuzzle my nose against the back of her hand. It feels soft, and it's keeping me sane, I guess. I want her to come round so I can just kiss her, and snuggle her, and never let her leave me again.
But until then, it's a waiting game.
I close my eyes for a few moments to rest them. I haven't slept in over 2 days. That's over 48 hours. I'm so tired, I'm just gonna go to sleep for a while and..
"Mr. Jackson!" I'm violently awoken.
I open my eyes and look around. Oh yeah, I'm in hospital with Becky, I remember that!
I look ahead to see a bunch of nurses crowding around Becky.
"What's wrong?" I ask. Katie the nurse turns to me.
"Nothing! Nothing at all! But I thought you'd wanna see this!" she says with a smile.
Oh, what?
"What would I wanna see?" I ask sleepily.
Katie points to Becky, her eyes are fluttering. Her eyes are fluttering!
"Oh god!" I cry, running to her side.
I take a hold of her hand and look into her gradually opening eyes.
"Becky..? Baby?" I whisper, trying to get a reaction from her.
Becky's eyes flicker a little more. She's alive!
*Becky's POV*
I've just opened my eyes.. and my first sight is Michael's beautiful eyes. The perfect first sight.
I shift a little in my bed, wondering where I am.
"M-Michael?" I whisper.
His eyes fill with tears and he kisses my hand gently. Yes, it's those soft lips I've been missing. I want them on my lips now.
"Baby, you're alright.. you're in hospital, don't worry. The bullet's gone, you're gonna be ok," he tells me, wiping his tears away with his sleeve.
He smiles at me, obviously overwhelmed at what we're both witnessing.
"What about the boys? What about you.. Emma?" I cry in worry. Michael kisses my forehead.
"The boys are fine. I'm fine. Emma, I'm not sure. But I think she's still in this hospital. I could be wrong, I haven't heard from her," he explains.
I nod my head a little. I'm so tired.
"I wanna go to sleep. But I only just woke up," I say sleepily. Michael chuckles.
"You've been drugged up. You're gonna want sleep after that. You can sleep if you wanna," he tells me calmly.
I yawn a little and look into his eyes. My eyes are becoming glazed from tiredness. I stretch my arm, but feel a sharp pain from my left elbow.
"Uh!" I cry from the stinging pain. Michael chuckles again.
"You've got a needle in your arm, baby," he tells me, showing me the drip that attaches my bloodstream to a mechanical beeping thing. I giggle at my silliness.
"Oh, I get it. So, where's the bullet?" I ask. Katie comes up behind us.
"Here," she says, showing me the bullet in a little jar.
It's so big! Woah.. That was inside me!
"Wow.." I mutter. Katie smiles.
She's the only nurse in here with us now.
"Would you like some alone time, now?" she asks. Michael nods.
"That would be very kind," he says.
Katie nods and leaves the room with a smile. Me and Michael are alone now.
"I'm so glad you're alright," he turns to me and says. I smile.
"Yeah, no thanks to the bullet," I say.
I've gotta laugh about it, otherwise I think I'd go mad.
"Yeah, no thanks to the bullet," he says, before kissing my forehead.
"Michael.." I call in a whiny voice.
Michael laughs quietly and looks into my eyes.
"Yes, sweetie?" he asks in a calm tone.
"Those lips of yours.. I'd rather like them on my lips," I say.
Michael takes the hint.
He leans forward, having to bend down because of my low height, and his lips touch mine gently. He's being gentle so he doesn't hurt me.
"Don't be afraid," I mutter into his mouth, and with that, his kiss gets more intense.
"That's better," I say into his mouth as we take a breath between the kiss.
I forgot how good a kisser he is. He eventually pulls away and looks deep into my eyes.
"I've missed your beautiful perfectness," he says.
"I missed yours too," I say. Michael blushes a little and chuckles.
"Aww, that's sweet. Well, I'm glad I got to see it again. And I'm gonna make sure I see it for the rest of my life," he says. I look down.
"That's if Rachel doesn't get me again," I frown.
Michael takes a hold of my cheeks, and kisses me again. When he pulls away, he smiles at me.
"I'll make sure she doesn't. And if she even tries to, she won't know what hit her."
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You Ain't Bad || Michael Jackson
Fanfiction[Michael Jackson Fanfiction Awards winner 2016.] Bad Era - 1987. Becky Costello is a young adult in college. At this college is a ruthless gang known as The Jax. Breathe on them and you're in their debt - that's how much they mean business. When a n...
