Michael Jackson Imagines

• June 25th •

~ I don't feel like breathing today... *bursts into tears* ~

I slam the door of my car in annoyance. I told Michael I'll be there in 30 minutes but it's been an hour since that.

I look at my watch and groan. 2:10 pm. Stupid traffic jam.

"Michael!" I call entering the house. He couldn't sleep all night. Again! Poor thing, I can't even imagine how tired he is.

"Y/N!" Paris runs into my arms and we hug.

"Hi, darling. Do you know where your daddy is?"

"He's in his room. I haven't seen him this morning." She sighs. "His doctor was with him and still is. I'm worried."

"Don't worry, I'm sure everything's fine. Your dad called me an hour ago and he was fine. Just a bit tired, that's all. C'mon, go play or watch TV, I'll check up on him."

"Okay." She nods getting back to her room.

I climb the stairs and hear someone whispering words I can't quite understand. It comes from the bathroom. I get closer to the door pressing my ear against it. "Yes. Yes, I did it. Of course it will work, it's propofol! He had it a few minutes ago. It usually works fast."

I freeze listening to this. It's Conrad's voice. The guy who's supposed to take care of Michael. I storm into Michael's room dialing 911.  

"Michael! Michael!" I call his name as I get onto the bed shaking him slightly. Nothing. He doesn't even stir, let alone wake up.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My friend has just been given propofol! And who knows what before that! There's a bunch of medications here, he's unconscious. He-"

"Calm down, Miss. Is he breathing?"

"Yes! Yes, he is, but barely. Please come. Fast!" I completely lose my mind at this point. My head is pulsating, I feel like my heart is about to burst out of my chest, which will probably happen if Michael isn't fine.

"Tell me your address." The dispatcher asks. I quickly answer, even though I don't how I manage to, for my world is tearing apart. "We'll be there in a five." And the line goes dead.

I cup his face and kiss his forehead. "Please, be fine. I beg you. God, save him, don't let him go! Take me, just don't take him. Please... Please, let him stay..." My voice fades out and I choke on my words and I start sobbing uncontrollably.  My first and only love, my undestined love, the best man in the whole wide world, a father of three little children, a brother, a son, an idol of millions of people.

This must not happen. This will not happen. This is just a bad dream.

I have never kissed him, I have never told him how much I loved him. He has so much to do. 'The best is yet to come', remember? He can't just go like this. This is my fault, I should've come earlier. Ughhh, I'm so stupid. I could've at least talked to him on the phone until I came here. He sounded so exhausted, so desperate for sleep. I'll never forgive myself if the worst happens.

"Michael." I whisper in his ear. "Fight, love. Please, fight. You're so strong, I know you can make it through this. We need you. Your children, your family, your fans. And me. I need you to stay. I'll be there 'til you get better, I promise, I'll take care of you, baby, just..." I gasp for air. "Just stay."

Through the period of time that feels like forever, although I knows it's a few minutes, the paramedics come. I watch as they get him into the ambulance car and attach a bunch of tubes and devices to him, along with a mask that helps him to breathe. Kids start crying and calling for their daddy but their nanny quickly stops them as I keep repeating that he'll be fine. That bastard who did this isn't here. He probably ran away, but now is not the time to think about him.