The Maid In Neverland || Michael Jackson

Chapter 19

I hate waking up in an unfamiliar place.

That's why I kind of panicked when I woke up and found myself lying on a white bed in a bright room with white walls, white ceiling--white everything. For a moment, I wasn't able to think clearly and I felt stupid for thinking that I had died, but then I saw my brother slouched on the couch at the left side of the room, sleeping. That's when I realized that I was actually in the hospital.

"J-John. ."

I tried sitting up but I ended up falling back down when I felt a pain on my right arm. I winced and looked at it. The upper part of it was bandaged. I suddenly remembered everything that happened and the reason why I was here. My father. The knife plunging on my arm. Blood. Bodyguards. Michael Jackson.

Michael Jackson.

My eyes immediately looked around but I failed to see a tall man with jet black curls. There was no one in here but me and John. I sighed. He wasn't here.

"Jane?"

I turned my head to John's direction again when I heard his voice. I tried sitting up for the second time but he immediately came to me and gently helped me. "Hey, relax, you're still weak."

I hugged him. I heard him sigh as he hugged me back. I pulled off and looked at him, trying to see if he had some bruises and wounds but thankfully, there was none. Thank God he's safe.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

"I should be the one asking you that." He smiled. "How are you feeling?"

I looked at my bandaged arm. "I can't feel it."

He sat on the side of the bed. "You got few stitches there. The doctor said that the wound was huge."

I sighed. How was I suppose to work at the restaurant with my arm like this? Shit.

"Mr. Michael Jackson and I were worried about you. Good thing you're now awake."

"W-where is he?" I asked.

Before John could even answer, the door creaked open and Rick appeared. He wasn't wearing his usual black suit so he looked kind of different to me now.

"You're awake," he said, walking to the bed. "How do you feel, Jane?"

"I'm fine," I answered. I was looking behind him hoping to see someone but there's no one in there.

"Mr. Jackson left," he said, realizing who I was looking for. "He has a scheduled meeting with his manager. He needed to get back to the ranch and told me to stay here til you wake up."

I nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Rick."

"I'll go get Jane some food," my brother said. "What do you want?"

"Water," I said. My throat was dry and that's the only thing I really needed now.

"How 'bout some biscuits or sandwich?"

"Sure." I smiled. "Thanks."

When John closed the door, I was left alone with Rick. Michael Jackson's body guard sat on the couch at the side of the bed and looked at me. I was now sitting on the bed and I just realized that I also had a bandage on my forehead. Everything about me now felt fine except for the numbness on my upper right arm. I didn't really need to stay here for long, maybe later I could go home.

"The man is your father?" Rick suddenly asked.

For a moment, I thought about who he was talking about but then I realized that he was asking about the man who plunged a knife on my arm. The man who put a knife on my neck and almost killed me.