The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 143 - Blonde Bomb

Tatiana's POV

"Listen, I have to see him." Sheryl whispers weakly to the nurse at the front desk. 

"Ma'am, those who are not close to the patient or have no relation can't--" 

Sheryl's tear filled eyes eyes turn into a darker shade of blue as she raises her voice making the nurse jump;

"LISTEN. IF I SEE HIS DICK ON THE DAILY, I THINK THAT'S AS CLOSE TO RELATIONS AS WE CAN FUCKING GET!" 

I close my eyes rubbing my forehead as I cover my head more with my hoodie, as people in the waiting room look over at the scene unfolding. When Sheryl gets mad, legend has it that her hair grows three sizes larger and she'll turn into one those crazy girls from G.L.O.W. 

Her name would probably be Hairy Scary or Blonde Bomb. 

(A/N G.L.O.W stood for Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. It was a popular show back in the 80's.) 

"Ma'am, if you can't compose yourself I'm going to have you escorted out!" the plump, middle aged-nurse snaps. 

"AND I'LL ESCORT YOUR ASS TO THE TREADMILL! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU--" 

"Sheryl?! Tat?!" we whip our heads around seeing a tired Frank walking towards us. 

"You know them?" the nurse asked in disbelief. "This girl claims she's dating Mr. Phillinganes?" her tone judgmental and almost...disgusted. 

"I think you should lose that attitude along with that extra weight." Sheryl mutters under her breath as I shoot her a look that said "If you don't shut up right now." 

"I'll take them back ma'am. I'm sorry for any misunderstandings." he says hurriedly as he rushes us in the back. "Sheryl, what the hell?" he hisses as the sounds of our footsteps echo in sync. 

"Listen, we sat there for an hour. I asked nicely to see him, and they kept telling us to wait. Then all of the sudden she says 'you can't see him because we have no relations?!" she spats angrily. 

"I need a raise." Frank mutters under his breath as he opens a door. We walk in realizing it was a more intimate private waiting room. 

I smile slightly as I see Michael flutter his eyes open, from what seemed to be a light sleep. He immediately gets up coming over to me as I hug him tight. 

"Oh god, I thought something happened to you." I whisper in his neck as he sighs out. 

"No, no..." he kisses my head lightly. "I'm okay--" 

"Is Greg alright?" Sheryl asks frantically. 

"Well they are still running tests. He's alert and everything." Ricky mumbles groggily as he rubs his eyes. "They are just seeing if that big ass head didn't get a concussion or brain damage." 

"See..." I sigh out in relief. "And here you were acting like a fool up in there--" 

"You're acting like I regret telling her to join Jenny Craig." Sheryl huffs sitting down. 

"What?" Michael looks at me confused. 

"Sheryl went off at the front desk, and almost had us kicked out the hospital." I shake my head as she rolls her eyes. 

"Oh please..like you weren't in the car bawling because you thought Michael got hurt." 

I blush deeply as Michael bites down on his lip smiling, as he crosses his arms. "Really?" he asks trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. 

I scoff looking away. "Well some people thought it was you that got hurt so..." I shrug as he smirks slightly. "But what happened?"

Michael sighs out as he sits down next to Sheryl. "Ricky found him in the hallway...he was bleeding a lot--he seemed kind of dazed, but he was able to carry conversation." he shifts in his seat. "He said something like 'I wish I could've taken it out on the person who bashed his head in".