Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

It Takes Two✨

HIStory Era

Requested by @mjspytee. Hope you enjoy!

"Look at that, Jason. Your new heart is strong, just like you,"

You smiled at the young boy, positioning your stethoscope around your neck.

"Does this mean that I can play baseball again? And run and ride my bike?"

You giggle at the sight of his big, excited green eyes as you pull the blankets up to his waist.

"When you get some more rest, you can do all that and more but you have to promise to always take good care of your new heart. It's the most important organ of them all,"

Jason nods his head.

"I promise, Dr. L/N,"

You grin, reaching out to ruffle his curly red hair.

"Good," you reply. "Is there anything I can do for you before I go?"

The little boy shakes his head while grabbing the television remote.

"No, I'm gonna watch The Simpsons. Mommy won't let me watch it at home so here's my only chance,"

"The secret is safe with me," you grin, tucking the chart under your arm. "Goodnight, Jason,"

"Goodnight, Dr. L/N,"

You softly close the room door, warm, fuzzy feeling coursing through your veins. The deep feeling of satisfaction you felt whenever a patient smiled was one of the best parts of your job.

While other people were dispassionate about their field of work, you were lucky enough to enjoy every moment of what you did.

You came from a large family: two sisters and three brothers. Being among the older siblings, you'd spent a lot of time caring for the younger ones. From the moment your mother had placed your baby brothers and sisters in your arms, you knew that you wanted to take care of children but you didn't want to stay at home the way your mother had.

You wanted to be a doctor.

The dream of yours had seemed impossible at some points but with hard work and dedication, you'd been successfully practicing pediatric medicine for three years. Every day you'd been doing the thing you'd always dreamed of and you couldn't be happier.

"Y/N, how's Jason doing?" Rita, your nurse practitioner speaks as you pass through the nurse's station to your office.

You grin.

"He's getting stronger. He should be free to go in another day or two. I'll miss him. He's so sweet,"

Rita grins adjusting a pen behind her ear.

"It's always that way. Hey, I'm going down to the cafe to get some coffee. Want some?"

"I could use a pick-me-up," You nod " Make it decaf, please,"

Rita nods, turning on her heel before turning back around.

"Oh before I forget, there was a call while you were out,"'

You kink a brow.

"Who was it?"

A large smirk settles on Rita's plumb-colored lips.

"You'll never believe," she speaks in a hushed, girlish whisper. "Michael Jackson!"

The name sends your cheeks burning a bashful shade of pink and a strong swarm of butterflies dancing in your stomach.