You'll probably have to back a couple chapters bc it's been so long I'm sorry. I love you. sorry. but Ily.
"What do you mean 'they've already started'?" I shake Michael, as my heart beats faster by the minute.
"I didn't mean to" he sobs into his hands "I'm so sorry." he repeats. Michael is so; broken.
His skin is pale and the bags under his eyes are low. he can barely breathe by the sound of his voice telling me that he was sorry.
I've been here for only two days..right?
I slowly pat Michael on the back soothingly as he tries his best calming down. His breathing is heavy but it's slowly steadying. He looks at me with his glistening eyes and sad forced smile.
He takes off his hat setting it down onto his lap, wiping his eyes with his arm.
We stay quiet as he takes my hand in his as he's often runs his thumb over my hand. he sadly smiles to himself, only one side of his lips curbing into the smallest of smiles.
I notice every single detail, yet everything feels, lost.
He lies down on my bed, tugging me down with him. I accept as I rest my head on his chest and his arm wrapping itself around me.
He's hiccuping from his breakdown a few minutes ago which causes me softly giggle, michael chuckles along.
I trace my fingers over his old Cobain shirt as I come to realize he's sleeping again.
I don't mind knowing that he's probably had sleepless nights before, or the fact we're in bright daylight. if he wants to sleep, he can.
My mind wonders off in curiosity wondering who the man he was talking to, or why they were even arguing.
What is michael put me in here and he regrets it?
What if me losing my memory isn't just to 'cure' me? I don't need curing, I wasn't crazy after all, yet they still want to erase me?
A nurse comes in holding orange juice and a bagel. I look at her as I'm wrapped in Michaels arms. She was the same one from yesterday, the same odd smile on her face.
She slowly hands me the orange juice and quietly tells me to drink it, I hesitate at first but give in knowing I had nothing good to eat or drink the past days.
I try squirming away from Michaels grip but he holds me tighter, causing the nurse to laugh silently at herself.
She instead puts a straw in and rests it on Michael's chest, me sipping the juice.
"You two are a very cute couple." she says awing at us and I shake my head
"We're not together" I softly laugh and she raises an eyebrow
"He defended you from our boss" she says taking the empty cup "he is one of the most powerful men l know, and your 'friend' does too'" she tells me giving me the bagel.
I'm still rested on Michael's chest, surprisingly comfortable talking to her with a bagel in my hand.
"It takes a lot to stick up to him" she says "plus he always calls us to see if you're okay." she smiles taking the empty glass waving goodbye before I could even say anything.
My eyes feel suddenly heavy as my eyes slowly close and all I feel is the cold air of the room, and Michael's arms around my waist.
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I wake up to an empty space on the bed. My head hurts, and my back feels sore.
From the light streaming from the tiny window, I suggest it's about evening. There's sun, but dim lit.
