You Ain't Bad || Michael Jackson

Chapter 20: Stay With Me

I don't take my eyes off of Michael. He's knocked out for good.

I can't move! I can't think! I can barely breathe! I need help!

My breathing starts to get heavy. I can't have Michael killed! I can't!

I feel a warm embrace. It's Emma.

"Calm down Becky. I've called the ambulance. Michael is gonna be ok," she tells me.

I'm trying to answer her, but my mouth won't move.

"Becky, he'll be ok," she reassures me.

I'm so numb. I can't even cry out. He looks dead. He feels cold. His skin is pale. His blue blood vessels can be seen clearly. He isn't coming back, is he?

Finally the numbness goes a little, and I can cry now.

"I'm gonna kill Daniel!" I cry, as Emma embraces me tighter.

Daniel and The Jax have gone now. Out of sight. But not out of mind.

"Let him live.."

My tone is quieter but still pained.

Emma lets go of her embrace on me and kneels the other side of Michael so she can face me.

"Try and calm down, girl. He'll be ok," she tells me.

I don't know whether to believe it or not. It seems unlikely.

"What if he isn't ok?" I ask.

The numbness is coming back. I'm shaking like crazy.

"Becky, calm down," Emma tells me.

"I can't calm down! My boyfriend is lying here, probably dead! Don't tell me to calm down!" I scream, regretting it a moment later.

Emma frowns. She remains silent.

"I'm sorry," I say weakly.

Emma looks up, a sympathetic smile on her face.

"Just trust me. He'll be alright," she says.

I look around. The train station is empty. There aren't even any staff here. Weird. But who gives a damn? Not me. I'm here for Michael.

We hear sirens in the distance. Finally.

"Over here!" Emma shouts.

A moment later, paramedics are crowding us. Ugh, I'm getting dizzy. I feel sick. This is the worst day of my life. I just want it to end.

The paramedics take Michael away. What do I do now?

"Miss Costello, would you like to come with us?" one of the paramedics asks. I nod.

"What about Emma?" I ask quietly. They nod.

"Yeah, she can come too," the paramedic says sweetly.

We get into the ambulance.

The journey seems to drag. Get quicker!

*at the hospital*

"We've got a 29 year old male here, physically assaulted on 7th July 1988. Date of birth 29th August 1958, from Gary, Indiana, America," we hear on the little tannoy thing by Michael's bed as we get wheeled through the hospital corridors to where Michael will be staying.

We finally get to our own little room, and the bed is set in place. The paramedics set up a few drips and an oxygen mask is put on Michael's face.

God, he looks so weak and vulnerable. I hate seeing him like this.

Emma sits by my side as we look at him. Tears fill my eyes. Finally, my emotions are coming out properly.

I cry uncontrollably. Emma embraces me tightly.

"You'll be ok, Becky. Michael'll be ok too. I promise everything will be alright," she tells me.

Emma, I wish you would tell me something I could actually believe without a doubt.

"I hope so.." I say, looking at Michael's almost lifeless body.

His skin is so pale. His eyes are closed tightly. I want to see those dark, deep, beautiful eyes of his. I need comforting with them. His eyes soothe me.

I suddenly think of something. There could be a chance I never see those beautiful eyes again!

No! This is killing me! I can't do this. I need his soft touch, his warm embrace, his gentle lips on mine, his hypnotising eyes.

I look over at Michael again, pain filling my heart.

"Michael, if you can hear me, please come back. I want you back. Do it for me. Defy the odds. Come back. Please, stay with me."