Michael Jackson X Reader

Recovery

Michael's POV

I fell asleep. I awoke to the sun shining in my face. I looked at (f/n). She was quietly crying. "Are you in pain?" She just glared at me. "Do you want me to get a doctor?" I still got no response from (f/n). I attempted to dry away her tears. "Don't touch me and don't  tell me not to cry!" "I'm sorry." "Why didn't you let me die?" "I could never." "I don't matter to anyone. I'm just a nobody." "That's not true. I don't like when you talk like this." I frowned. "Well that's how I feel! For 18 years I've been lonely and beaten and abused! Tyler said that his parents told them I would break their family apart and I did. So maybe I deserve to be beaten and abused." "Listen to me." "Just go!" Just then the doctor came in. "Hello Miss (l/n). Are you in pain? Do you need me to get you something for the pain?" "Yes please." "Okay. We'll take care of that and then we'll  take you to get some x-rays." "Okay." The doctor left. "(F/n) you're beautiful and you are somebody. You're  wonderful and sweet and kind. You matter to your sister Becky, your mom, and the triplets. You matter to me." Just then the doctor came back. He gave her some medicine. Then the doctor took her to get the x-rays.

Your POV

You woke up pretty angry. You yelled at Michael. You thought you escaped abuse, only to be abused by Tyler. You took your medicine and was taken to the x-rays. You were taken back to your hospital room. The doctor studied all the x-rays. "I have some good news. Your hairline fractures have all healed, but your not well enough to go home yet. You just need to rest and let me know if you have anymore pain." "Okay." Someone came and cut off my casts. "Can you move your fingers or toes, or arms, or legs?" You wiggled your fingers and toes without an issue. You tried to lift one of your arms. "Ouch." "That's okay. That's to be expected since you haven't moved your limbs in a while. We will get you some physical therapy, when you get a little better." "Okay." 

Michael's POV

I was left alone with (f/n) again. She still had many bruises and stitches and lots swelling. "Did you really mean what you said or were you just being nice?" (F/n) frowned. "I meant every word." "Do you think I'll ever move again, without pain?" "Sure, if you believe in yourself you can do anything." Just then a middle aged couple came into the room. "Hello. We are the ones who adopted Tyler." They reached out for a hand shake. (F/n) just stared at them. So I shook there hands. "Hi. I'm..." They interrupted me "Michael Jackson?" "Yes ma'am and sir. I'm her boyfriend." "I just cannot believe I'm in the same room as you, little Michael Jackson, of the Jackson 5. Well you're not so little anymore and what a fine young man you grew up to be. It's to bad I'm married." The lady laughed and I awkwardly laughed. Her husband was not amused. "Thanks." "Your welcome." The lady turned her attention to (f/n) "Anyways, we came here because when we came back home our son was in jail and we'd like to get a better understanding of why." "Assualt and Battery I guess." (F/n) quickly answered. "We know that much." "Assualt and Battery of me." "But why did he beat you?" "It's what his mother taught him to do." "I don't understand. Why would his mother teach him to do that?" (F/n) didn't  answer. A tear fell from her eyes and then the rest fell. She turned her head from the couple. I kissed her forehead. I spoke up. "Excuse me ma'am." "Mrs. Parker." "Mrs. Parker when (f/n) was a baby, she was stolen right out of the hospital. That's about all I can tell you." "She says it's because she didn't have children of her own. She eventually had lots of children, but she had to keep what she had done a secret. So she had to scare me so I wouldn't do anything to find out the truth." More tears fell down (f/n)'s face as she told her story. "I'm so sorry. Next time we visit Tyler we will be sure to talk to him." "Is that all you wanted?" (F/n) asked. "Yes. If you ever need anything, you let us know." (F/n) didn't respond. The couple left. I managed to see tears in their eyes. My mom, Randy and Janet came as well as Mrs. Davis and Becky. "Are you alright (f/n)." "Yeah Janet. I'll be fine." "Good, because my brother was crying for a whole month because he couldn't find you." "Janet." I blushed. "Oh Janet. That's exactly who Michael is, sensitive, caring and handsome, and hardworking. So in other words, he's everything I want in a man." (F/n) smiled. "So, did the doctor tell you how long you have to stay here?" "No mom. It doesn't matter anyways because I'm going to do what I can to get out of here as soon as possible." I smiled that's the (f/n) I knew and loved. Time passed. The bruising healed, the swelling went down, and the stitches were removed all within a week. Still (f/n) couldn't move without pain. "Okay Miss (l/n) you are officially well enough to go home today. Tomorrow you start your physical therapy. I picked (f/n) up and sat her in her wheelchair. "You get to leave today! Isn't this exciting?" I asked. "Sure Michael." She looked disappointed. "Don't be sad. You'll walk again." "You're amazing. Do you know that? I mean you helped the police find me and then you stayed with me at the hospital for the entire three weeks. I love you Michael." "I love you too." "Then come down here and kiss me." I bent over and gave (f/n) a quick peck on the lips. I took her home. The next day Mrs. Davis and Becky went to work. So I took (f/n) to physical therapy. Even though pain was written on (f/n)'s face, (f/n) did the exercises at her physical therapy. Her session ended and we went home. (F/n) had the biggest smile plastered across her face. "I haven't  been able to move my arm in weeks and look." She wiggled her arms. I smiled. "You're making great progress (f/n)." The next day she moved her legs. The day after that she took her first steps. "I'm walking. I'm really walking." (F/n)'s therapy session ended and she refused to get back in her wheelchair. She hung on to me and slowly walked to my limo. We went in her house. "Mom, Becky!" "What?" (F/n) walked over to her mom and hugged her. "That's my girl. I knew you could do it." (F/n) turned around and hugged me. "All thanks to Michael." She kissed me and smiled. I couldn't help, but smile back. We had a lovely dinner to celebrate (f/n)'s recovery.

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