You wake up and don't feel Michael beside you. You hear something in the bathroom. You get up and walk to the bathroom. You can hear Michael getting sick in the toilet. You wait for him to come out.

"Baby...you okay." You ask him. He shakes his head and walks to the bedroom. He gets in bed and curls up in a ball. You cover him up and grab a garbage can from the kitchen and put it near the bed. You go to leave the room.

"Y/n ?" He says sitting up.

"What? Michael lay down.." You tell him. He obeys and lays down.

"Can you stay and cuddle, I want to cuddle and you're the best person to cuddle with the world has." He says. You smile and walk back over to the bed. You lay down beside him and wrap your arms around his body.

He moves your hands lower so your holding his stomach.

"You're making me feel better.." He says smiling.

"I'm glad I am, I hate seeing you sick.." You say. He smiles and falls asleep making everything better. You let go of him making his eyes open instantly.

"Where are you going?" He asks you already sounding sicker.

You wrap your arms around him and he goes back to almost sleeping. You kiss his nose and sing him a song, hoping he would fall asleep.

"You are a really good singer." He says.

"Thank you Michael, but you're wrong." You say.

"You just got told by Michael Jackson, that you're a good singer... Use that to your advantage.." He says.

You chuckle and continues singing until he falls asleep and so do you

A/n: Sorry if you see my Name in here, I always forget.. 😂 If I make more mistakes like that tell me in the comments... Fact about me; My middle name is Hannah, and that's what people call me when they are mad.