It Started In Gary IN. (a Michael Jackson Fanfic)

chapter Eight- The Hospital Room

Michael's POV

I had heard that Shelby  was hurt last night, so I decided that I was going to surprise her at the hospital. My family and I still owned our old house in Gary, so we were staying there. Same beds, same set up. I didnt really like it, mostly because the sleepless nights I had spent in that bed of mine.

I woke up early, and hopped in the shower. I got out and put on a simple over sized flannel and black pants. As I was about to leave the house, Janet woke up and said:

"Mike, what the hell are you doing up so early?"

"Oh well, I friend of mine got hurt last night and im going to surprise her in the hospital, you can come with if you hurry up," I said to her

"No its okay, im really tired, go ahead," Janet said

"Okay, oh and tell mother and Joseph, im uhh out sho-" i tries to say

"Its okay Mike, ive got you covered," She said

"Thanks Dunk,"

I got in the back of the car, and told the driver to to go to the nearest florist and get bouquet of tulips. As we neared the shop, I saw a bunch of girls walking to our house with signs. Boy, was i happy id missed them!

The driver got out of the car, took the money I gave him, and went into the shop. I was waiting there, listening to the radio. There was some Modonna, George Michael, and Guns N Roses. All very good artists/ groups of artists. But then my song-Bad came on. It made me happy to here myself singing on the radio. I couldn't help but giggle a little bit at the thought.

"Heres your flowers, boss," My driver Kenny said

"thank you,"

we rode to the hospital within about 10 minutes we can were there. I got out, and surprisingly, no paparazzi or fans-what a relief! I walked in the lobby, and went to the woman that the desk.

"Hello there, how my I help you, Mr. Jackson?" A heavy set woman said-she remembered me from all my visit I made as a child, kinda sad actually.

"Hi, yeah I'm looking for a Shelby Henderson?" I asked, looking around the room, nothing had changed at all.

"Let me check-op! Here we are, that would be level four, room 225," she answered

"Thank you so much," I said, walking to the elevator.

As I got on, a little girl and her mother got on with me.

"Hey mommy! Thats Michael Jackson!!" She said, a wide smile across her face.

The woman was looking at the ground sad, and when she looked at me, she was stunned.

"Oh my, oh my god it is!" She said happily

"Yeah it really is me," I said laughing.

"What happened Michael Jackson? Why are you here at the hospital?" The little girl said

"Oh just a friend of mine, she got hurt last name night, and i wanted to surprise her," I replied

"Oh what's her name? It's a small town ya know? I might know her," the woman said

"Shelby Henderson," I said

"Oh my goodness, you haven't heard?" She said

"No, what do you mean?"

"Last night, Shelby Henderson was attacked by her ex boyfriend with a 50 pound weight to the stomach, like five times," she explained

My face flushed. I didn't know it was that bad, I thought it was gonna cry. I thought she just fell and hurt her arm or foot or something. But who was gonna pay? Her family was so very poor, I just had to help.