I woke up one morning to find Michael not in bed beside of me.
He was in the bathroom and then I heard him vomiting.
"Michael, what's the matter"?
I asked as I opened the bathroom door.
Poor Michael had bits of vomit on his pajama top and he looked like really ill.
"I'm gonna take your temperature".
I opened the bathroom sink cabinet and took out a thermometer.
Michael opened his mouth and I put the thermometer underneath his tongue.
The red line went all the way up to 100.1.
"I don't feel so good".
Michael said as I helped him walk out of the bathroom.
"I know babe. I know. I'm gonna help you get better so you can sing and dance to your fans again".
After changing out of his dirty pajamas and putting on fresh clean ones, I went to the kitchen to get Michael some Sprite to drink.
"Thank you".
Michael smiled a little when I handed him his drink.
He took a small sip of it and then placed it on the nightstand.
"You probably have the flu, so you'll have to either spend a few days in bed or you can watch spend the time watching movies until you get better".
So the next morning, I made some Campbell's brand chicken noodle soup for the king of pop to eat.
When I found him, he was covered up in warm blankets and the TV was playing Peter Pan.
"Aw, you poor thing".
I put the tray in Michael's lap and then placed the bowl of nicely made chicken noodle soup on top of it.
He ate his meal slowly so his stomach wouldn't get upset again.
Once he was finished, I put a cool washcloth on his forehead to help his fever go down.
"A-a-achoo"!
Michael sneezes into the tissue.
"God bless you, sweetheart".
I rubbed his back a little bit and he smiled and then quickly grabbed a clean tissue and sneezed again.
"I don't like feeling this way".
Michael said, breathing through his runny nose.
"I wouldn't like it either".
I answered back, sitting next to him on the couch.
