After a quick flight out to the hospital in LA. We're were all piled in a limo on the way to the hospital. Everyone is freaking out over Michael being burned, crying, comforting each others and then there's me. Sitting dead in the middle of everyone. Arms crossed staring into space, not feeling anything. Absolutely nothing. I should be worried but to be honest I'm not. I should though. I mean I am the girlfriend. I'm "the luckiest girl in the world." The position that "millions of girls are begging for." So why don't I feel bad. I was more worried about why I didn't feel bad rather than Michael himself.

"He's gonna be ok." Hannah assured me, snapping me out my thought.

I kind of just looked at her, I didn't say anything. To be honest I missed Prince. We were having so much fun onstage and there was gonna be an after show. I wasn't gonna perform but I was gonna go. Not like he wouldn't pull some slick shit and have me onstage anyway. I smiled to myself thinking about all the sneaky ways he would've tried to get me onstage.

I miss him, I really do and it's only been a few hours. My sweet baby boy. I missed his little temple kiss and his warm embrace. I miss the way he says my name and his facial expressions. I miss his little jokes. His annoying sarcastic comebacks. I just miss his dramatic, little pimp self. I looked over at the back of Hannah's head, contemplating whether I should slap the hell out of her for dragging me along, but I like living. So I'll walk into that ass beating another time.

We pulled up to the hospital and I told the driver to drive to back of the hospital. I learned that little move from Prince. That's how you avoid the paparazzi. As long as I've been in the business, they never made me go through the back. I always went through the front. I always wanted to get pictures with my fans.

My entire entourage filed out, covering our heads with jackets avoiding pictures. There are always that smart few of reporters that surround the building. After dodging questions and photos we finally made our way into the hospital and everyone ran towards Michael's room. I didn't really run, I kind of sped walked to keep up. I was behind everyone. When I finally came up the steps. I saw the boys sitting on the floor outside the room, heads down, tears running down their faces.

I walked over, quietly so I wouldn't startle them. They've been through enough from the looks of it. I bent down in front of them.

"Hey babes."

None of them responded, they just sat there and fiddled with their fingers. Which made me feel even worse, even with everyone around me sad and crying, I just couldn't force those feeling out. Not even if I tried, which I did. What's wrong with me?

"It happened so fast, it was just another take Jasmyn. We had done it a million times already. I don't understand what-" Randy started and then he got quiet. Suddenly he bursted into tears, now that broke my heart. I got on my knees in between his legs and pulled him into a hug.

"It's gonna be ok. I'm sure he's fine. Michael's a fighter. He loves entertaining too much to let a little accident stop him." I smiled, and wiped his tears.

"Jas, you should've been there. This wouldn'tve happened if you were there. Michael is always more careful when your around."

I felt my stomach drop when he said that. Thanks Randy, I appreciate the blame.

"Well I'm sure I wouldn'tve changed anything." I wiped my tears with my sleeve.

"Yes you would've." Marlon chimed in. I mean, what do you say to that. I just kissed Randy on the forehead and walked into the room. First thing I saw was Katherine sitting by the bed as Michael slept. I looked to the side to see Janet asleep on the couch.

"Well hello babydoll, how ya been." Katherine greeted me. Her voice was horse, she had a soft voice already. But it was barely audible now and you could tell she was crying. But she's such a strong woman. Raising 10 children, majority boys and guiding them through a hectic childhood. Trying to maintain a marriage with a man who beat her children into superstardom.

I admire her to the fullest. She was my confident when I was on Destiny Tour. Me and my mother fell out a couple of times, she kept bringing my father to shows and me and him don't have such a good relationship. My mother knows this. Anyway long story short, I hated her for a couple of months.

"I'm fine how are you." I crouched and hugged her in her seat.

"Oh I'm just fine, just a little accident that's all." She's trying to be strong again. She put her head down and rubbed Michael's hand, the one without the glove. He still had his rhinestone glove on from the shoot. I looked over at him, he had this white thing wrapped around his head. I guess it's from where he was burned.

"They have him on a lot of medicine for the pain. He's gonna be sleeping for a while." She smiled at him. fixing his clothes. "Michael loves his sparkly clothes. You know this is mine right? He stole it right out my closet."

"Really?" I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. It brought a little smile to her face, it left as soon as it came.

"Yes is it..." her voice trailed off. It fell silent between us, the only sound you could hear in the room was the machines Michael was hooked up to. She kept fiddling with his jacket, which was making me depressed. It's as if she thought that was going to make it all go away. All she wanted was to make her baby's pain go away, which struck a chord in my heart. I decided to quietly make my way over to the chair beside his bed, it was the only seat left since Janet was spread out on the couch.

I could've pulled her off but I figured bullying her isn't tasteful at the moment.

"Hey they didn't have any yogurt so I brough-Hi" I knew that damn voice. I looked up and it was none other than Diana.

I turned to look at Katherine. "What's she doing here?"

"I'm just-"

"Did I ask you?" I silenced her. I didn't look at her, I knew if I did it wouldn't be pretty. I have too much respect for Katherine to set it off like the Fourth of July in the burn ward.

"Why is she here?" I repeated, putting a little more bass in my voice.

"She was on the set with the boys when it happened. She was one of the first people here. Diana rode in the ambulance with him and everything." Katherine smiled up at her and I looked over and Diana was smiling at her too but her face dropped when she realized that I was looking at her.

Just a producer huh? Psh. Whatever. I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs. I propped my arms on the chair and leaned back. I know for a fact the Lord chose to test me today.

"Jasmyn I can explain..."

"Please do honey because mama got all night." I looked her once over for good measure. She's overdue for a dirty south ass whooping. She started talking but I knew it was all a lie so I blocked it out. I cut my eyes at Michael. Just look at him all peaceful, sleeping. I wanted to slap his lying face. If he ain't playing me like I'm boo boo the fool then I don't know who is. All he does is smile in my face and lie to me. He better be lucky he's sleep.

"I would never disrespect you in anyway. Michael is just a good friend of mine an-"

I rolled my eyes. "Are you fuckin' my man?"

She dropped the food she had in her hands, jumping back a bit as it hit the floor. 

"Excuse me?"

"Jasmyn!!" Katherine looked at me wide eyed. I ignored her.

"Well Diana, i'm waiting."

She opened and closed her mouth a bunch of times before she answered me. She's lieing.

"No- uhm no why would i-....no why would yo-" 

"Because if I find out otherwise. I'm going to whoop yo' ass. I'm gonna fuck you up Diana. Baby please believe me when I tell you. I have to beat yo' ass. It's crucial that I do. You know why? Because you lied to me. And you know what lying is? Disrespectful. And down in the bayou, we don't take to kindly to being disrespected."

She was staring at me like she was scared, she needed to be.

"Jasmyn I-" I put my hand up silencing her. Hannah walked in and looked the room over. ANd from the looks she was making you could tell that she was trying to break down what was happening in the room.

"Jasmyn can I talk to you out in the hallway."

"Yeah.." I walked out behind her, making sure I bumped Diana's shoulder.

"What girl." I crossed my arms, I kind of still was mad about Diana being here.

"I think you should ease up on Michael a bit." I blinked a couple of times.

"Come again?"

"I mean you and Prince, your "friendship" She made air quotes with her dramatic ass. "I mean it's a little bit more than what you care to admit an-"

"Hannah!!" She put her hands up at me.

"Your boyfriend who you promised to loved forever is in the damn burn ward and your more worried about Diana than him."

I stuck my neck out at her. "Your point?"

"Look i'm just saying you can't really be mad at the relationship Michael has with Diana if you have the same one with Prince."

"That is....neither here nor there."

"Jas" She glared at me. I huffed and crossed my arms. 

"Jasmyn, you and Prince have a deeper connection and the only one denying it is you two." I rolled my eyes at her assumption. "But your in a relationship, a public one. I think you and Michael are great together, I don't even remember what happened to you two."

"He cheated on me."I reminded her blatantly.

"I understand that Jasmyn, but you cheated on him too. You slept with Prince and have yet to tell him about it."

"He does know Prince told him..over dinner...in front of his girlfriend....and me." I trailed off when I thought about it. "But mine doesn't count, we were broken up."

"But did he know that?"

"He should have he got a girl pregnant." I retorted

"No he didn't he thought he did and he had the balls to tell you. That shows a lot of maturity, which is lacking in men nowadays. He gets you lavender roses for Christ sake those have been your favorite since you were 15"

"So he wasn't the first person to give me lavender roses. Plus, he made sure to butter me up by buying a million gifts before he broke the news that he may have knocked up some bitch that he works with and i- Hannah where the hell is this coming from? Why are you all of a sudden Team Michael."

"Look i'm not I just- i just think that it's time for you to grow up, relationships aren't easy. I mean you have to make it work. Your both gonna fuck up. One day you'll have bathroom sex with a British rockstar and lose your boyfriend when you try to explain to him how you destroyed the house." She zoned out on me.

"What?"

She shook her head trying to shake the thought and placed her hands on my shoulders. "How about you stay away from Prince for a while. Focus on your relationship. It might just be the way it was back in the day and you won't have to worry about Diana anymore boom problem solved"

"I don't know I mean lightning doesn't strike the same place twice."

"But lightning always strikes again." She said with a hopeful smile. Well let's see. Prince does have a girlfriend. He doesn't look like he's leaving her anytime soon. So why not work on what I have going on. 

"Fine. I'll work on my relationship." 

"And." 

"I'll stay away from Prince." I mumbled.

"Good..now go get your man." She smacked me on my ass and smiled. Then she walked down the hallway to join the boys, who were chattering away with the reporters.