Michael's point of view

"June, baby, come on now! Are you done yet?" I called from down the stairs. June was still packing up her stuff, and she wouldn't come down while we had to pay visit to the children from UCLA.

When I looked up, June was standing at the top of the stairs, and her hair was all over the place. She sighed heavily while joining me dowstairs.

"I can't make it, babe. I'm not done packing. Do you mind going without me?"

"Is it another trick to avoid coming with me?" I asked and she looked down. I lifted her chin up with two of my fingers, and her eyes met mine again. "Baby, it's ok. You should have told me sooner you didn't want to come with me. I would have understand," I declared, a reassuring smile on my lips.

"I think I'm not ready yet, I don't want to bond with another child who's going to end up dying," she sincerely said. "Are you mad at me for not coming?" she asked, pouting.

"No, of course not. I understand babygirl. You need time, and I'll give you all the time you need before you're ready to come with me again to see children, ok?"

"You're the best, you know that right?" she asked me, with a slight smile.

"Of course I know it," I bragged, laughing, which caused June to roll her eyes playfully at me. "I guess I'll see you later, then?"

"Yeah, give a kiss to each of those kids you're going to meet for me."

"Will do. Now you give me a kiss," I said, pulling her closer to me by her waist. I leant down and she gave me a sweet loving kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. When she pulled away, she pecked my lips on more time, and rode the stairs once again. "Love you too!"I ironically exclaimed to her, which made her turn around and come down the stairs once again. She pecked my lips yet another time, and told me she loved me. "That's better," I smiled, and walked out of the house.

***

When I arrived in UCLA, journalists and paparazzi were already there to welcome me. I made my way to the hospital, waving at the crowd which was gathered around it. Bill, Pit and Carson were surrounding me while I enterred the building. Yeah, Carson woudn't have been a big help if I got mobbed, but he held this giant bag with toys for the kids. When I arrived there, a bunch of nurses was waiting for me. They were all smiling from ear to ear. I shook hands with them, and they showed me my way to the children service. I began with the playroom where a bunch of children were playing on the floor with a few toys, while the other ones who were unable to do so were watching tv. When I came in the room, their little faces lit up immediately, and the ones who were able to run, ran towards me, and held my legs tightly. I kneeled in front of them to be at their height and gave a hug and a kiss on the cheek to each and every single one of them. I played a bit with them, signed some autographs, gave them toys. Seeing those sick children happy just by me being around them is an amazing feeling. Children are so innocent, so pure, and they won't ever be judgmental. That's why I love them. I see God through the face of children.

After a little while, the nurses showed me the way to the service with leukemia kids. I was relived June wasn't here at that moment, because it would have made her think about Beverly, and the fact that she lost her.
While we were in the hallway to reach this service, we heard a woman yelling and cursing loudly behind us. When I turned around, I saw a short brown-haired woman who was yelling through her cellphone.

"How can you do such a thing? Are you fu king heartless? He's just a child, God damnit!" she yelled, pacing back and forth. "I can't pay all those bills by myself! I need this insurance!" she paused for a few seconds and started yelling again, "I lost my job because I was sick, but I'm looking for a new one now! Please, I need this," she pleaded, sitting on a nearby chair. "You know what? Go to hell, you fucking rats! You're a shame for this world, fucking monster!" she hung up the phone and threw it across the hallway. She sat back down and buried her face in her hands, and began to cry.

As this scene touched my heart, I decided to make my way to the woman to check up on her. She seemed really frustrated. I picked her phone from the floor, and placed it on the chair next to her.

"Are you ok?" I softly asked her.

"Do I look like I'm ok to you?" She snapped, not even looking at me.

"Um, no. It was a stupid question. I'm sorry," I said, and turned around to leave.

"Wait, sir!" She called behind me. I turned around to face her, and her face fell and her eyes widened. "Shit," she muttered.

"I'm Michael, actually," I joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

"I'm really sorry, I-I didn't mean to be aggressive or anything. I-I... Wow. Um, I'm Jessica," she stuttered, holding out her hand to me.

"Nice to meet you, Jessica," I smiled, shaking her hand. "What happened to you?"

"Oh, trust me, you don't wanna know."

"I do, actually," I shrugged. "What happened?" I asked her again.

She sighed heavily, sitting back on her chair, "don't you have anything else to do?"

"I have time. Now tell me," I gently said.

"Well, I lost my job a few weeks ago because I'm a diabetic, and my son, Josh, is as well. He's been really sick this past month, and I needed to be by his side and everything. We've been living in this hospital for a while now, and the bills keep coming and coming. The thing is, as I lost my job, they took their health insurance back, so I have no more support to pay the bills, and it pisses me of so much," she took a deep breath and looked at me. "Josh needs a new pancreas, he has to be transplanted, if not, he'll die, but I can't afford an insurance, and I can't watch him die either," she explained, crying. "He's seven, only seven!" She cried more. I sat next to her and rubbed her back gently.

"Can I meet him?" I asked, and noticed a lump in my throat. This saddens me to see that people cannot afford a proper health insurance. This is the main problem of this country.

"Um, yeah, of course. He loves you," she said, showing me the way to her son's bedroom.

I nodded towards Carson to tell him to join me, and followed Jessica.

"Here is my little prince," she said, wiping her tears away. "Look who I found oustside, baby," she said, rubbing her son's hair.

"Hey there, buddy," I said, waving at him.

"M-Michael J-Jackson?" He weakly asked in disbelief. "Is that really you?"

"Yes it's me. Josh, right?"

"Yes, Josh Harris. And this is my mom, Jessica," he proudly said in a low voice. "I love your music and the way you dance! I want to be like you later," he said, a small smile on his face.

"Do you like dancing and singing?" I asked him.

"Yes. I sing a lot," he admitted shyly.

"He's really good at it," Jessica remarked. "Do you feel like showing Michael how you sing, honey?" She asked her son.

"Mommy... You know I'm very shy," the boy said, hiding his face in his tiny hands.

"I am very shy too. Maybe we could sing together?" I asked, sitting next to him.

"Only if you start singing," he said, looking at me.

"Okay then. What do you wanna sing?"

"Um... What about Human Nature? This is my favorite!"

"Let's do this," I said with a smile, and began snapping my fingers.

We sang the song together, and I was amazed by this little boy's talent. His voice is really smooth, and he didn't take singing lessons, ever. He really makes me think of myself when I was the same age as him. He's actually like a copy of myself: he's shy, curious, talented, he loves animals, and he has a disease that he cannot help, just like me and my vitiligo. The little boy is a tough one, and he has been through a lot of things just for a seven-year-old boy.  He's brave, just like his mother seems to be. Jessica is also a diabetic, but her diabete is not as serious as her son's. She tried to explain the difference to me, but it's way too complicated for me to understand. Medical stuff are pretty difficult to understand. The only thing I perfectly understood is that Josh needed a new pancreas because his couldn't produce insulin any longer, and without it, Josh wouldn't be able to survive. His organs would stop functioning one by one, and he would end up dying.

I found myself staying longer than expected at the hospital. I spent like a whole hour with Josh and Jessica, and left them both my phone number, so they could let me know how both of them were doing, and if a pancreas was finally available for Josh on the transplant list. Jessica thanked me like a thousand time for bringing a smile on her son's face. She admitted it been a while since her son didn't smile like this. As my curiousity got the best of me, I asked Jessica about Josh's father, and she told me he left the day she told him she was pregnant. He never tried to meet his son. He just left, and never looked back. This woman looked to be a brave one. She's been through stuff, but never gave up. She reminds me a lot of June, actually.

Before I left the hospital, I promised to Josh that I will come to see him again after my tour is over. I promised I'll call him every chance I get. I guess that's how June felt with Beverly: finding yourself in a little one.

I wish I could do something.

***

June's point of view

When I was done packing my stuff for the tour, I decided I would call my mom to check up on her. I really missed her. It was weird for me to be away from New York: I lived there most of my life. This was the only place where I felt safe, until I met Michael. Wherever I go with him, I know I'll feel home because like I said to doctor Jones, he is my home. I feel safe with him. I know that, even if the end of the world is coming, if I'm with Michael, things are going to be just fine.

As I was about to dial my mother's number, I noticed I had a message on my voicemail, and three missing calls. I decided to listen to it, and as soon as the person introduced himself, my mouth fell and my eyes widened.

"Hello there, Miss Wellington, this is Karl Lagerfeld speaking," I gulped. Karl Lagerfeld, the artistic director of the Chanel brand. I couldn't believe it. What kind of joke is this? "Apparently you're not available at the moment. I was calling you so we can talk some business. Please call me back as soon as you have this message. Bye now."

Huh?

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