Paul's POV

I immediately jump up from my seat, my heart racing.

"What the hell do you mean take her off life support?!" I shout my voice booming throughout the room.

Dr. Barnum calmly turns his head toward me. "And are you the part of the family?" his voice goes cold as he gives me an icy glare.

"I'm her fiancée."

Everyone looks at me shocked. I have to admit, I surprised myself with that response.....why did i just say that?

"Well, Mr. Walker. I'm very sorry, but she hasn't responded to any treatment or shown any brain activity. And if she was to wake up, she wouldn't be the same. She's basically....deceased now." he says taking a deep breath and looks around the room. "I know all of you are hanging on to the hope of her living--"

At that moment Eva drops her purse in a chair with so much force the chair almost tilted.

"Dr. Barnum, is her heart still beating?" she says gritting her teeth with her voice turned colder than ice.

"Yes, it is but--"

"Then my daughter, Tatiana Yvonne Thumbtzen is still alive." she snaps. "I'm not taking her off life support until her heart stops beating. And it won't."

"But--"

"And I'm making sure we are having another doctor to take over. Get out." she says her voice raising. We watch Dr. Barnum take a step back and walks out the room.

Tatiana's POV

 I lay in bed staring at a wall. I keep hearing voices.....but no one is in here. I wonder if anyone even knows I'm awake besides Michael. I bring my arm up to brush some hair out of my face, but the machines around me start beeping louder than before. Great.

At that moment a knock is at the door and I look up. The door slowly opens and for a split second my vision blurs. I blink my eyes a couple of times.

"P-Paul?" I say hoarsely. At that moment his perfect blue eyes, that were iridescent and flecked with every shade of blue start to brighten.

"Tatiana...." he breathed out. I give a gentle smile and he comes over and kisses my forehead. He pulls back and tears start to go down his face.

"Your crying." I whisper. He gives a small chuckle as he sits down taking my hand.

"Your crying too." I give a soft giggle and winces a bit feeling pain in my ribs.

"I missed you so much." he gives a tired smile. He has slight dark circles under his eyes.

"You haven't slept." I say ask softly. He gives a small smile and shrugs.

"Not really. Did you expect me to?"

"You should have." I smile. He chuckles and and shakes his head.

"Michael came." I tell him looking down in my lap. His head shoots up.

"What did he want?" he snaps a little.

"To see how I was." I yawn a little.

"Did your doctor come in?" he asks changing the subject. I shake my head.

"I'm going to go get him, okay?" he gets up and goes in the hall as I sigh.

Sheryl's POV

Greg, Ricky, and everyone is laying around in my hotel room. 

"Has anyone heard anything about Tatiana?" Greg asks fiddling with the rim of his drink.

"She's still in a coma, I guess." I say putting my hair up in a ponytail.

"Damn, this long?" Ricky mumbles picking up the remote turning on the television.

"Yeah.." I mumble looking down. It's been hell. From Rachel, to seeing Michael looking like the life has been sucked out of him. Literatly.

"So you and Rachel, huh?" Greg snickers looking over at me.

"Whatever." I mutter irratated. Today during rehearsal her and I almost fought......again. "She needs to be put in her place--"

At that moment the door opens slowly. In walks a Michael, silently. Under his eyes are sunken in with dark circels.

"Hey Mike." Greg smiles. Michael gives a small smile and sits on the bed next to me. Ricky hands him a bottle of water.

"You okay?" I ask looking at him. He nods tiredly and closes his eyes for a second rubbing his eyes.

"How long has it been since you slept?" I ask picking up the chip bag.

"I don't remember." he gives a slight chuckle.

"You don't remember? Man, how can you have so much energy for these concerts and not get any sleep?"

Michael stays quiet. Michael’s attention was on the TV screen, making me realize that he wasn’t even paying attention.

“Michael?” Greg calls out.

He ignores him, reaches for the remote and rewinding the scene before turning the volume up. Showing a beautiful female reporter.

"Breaking entertainment news report on the Tatiana Yvonne Thumbtzen Saga."  the reporters says."It has been leaked that more drama has been fired up since the three time grammy winner, and supermodel has been in a coma for six weeks. While world superstar, Michael Jackson has been in Canada for the bad tour and an inside source has leaked this information! And who is that source?"

Michael grabs the remote turning the volume up more. The scene on the TV was Rachel, leaving what it looks like a mall.

“What the hell do they want from her?” Ricky spats, raising his eyebrows.

“Shh.” Michael hushes everyone and we all tune in.

“So how is Michael dealing with Tia Yvonne’s situation?” One of the paparazzi asked her.

"He's doing pretty well I guess. He doesn't seem to care or is emotinally effected by it." Rachel says fixing her Chanel sunglasses.

“What… the… fuck…” Michael said slowly, an eyebrow arching. We all look at him in shock. Hearing him cuss is rare.

“My thoughts exactly.” I mumble, listening on.

“Does he feel any remorse in firing her?” another pap asked.

“Not at all, from what he’s told me.” Rachel shakes her head, her perfect blown out hair as if she was feeling sorry for Tatiana. “He’s actually pretty disgusted by her because she would send him these sexually charged letters. He would show me, and they were really extreme.”

“Would he reply to them?”

“No, he’d throw them away. He thinks she’s pretty crazy.” Rachel answers. “If anything, he’s happy that she’s finally locked down so he wouldn’t have to be driven insane by her letters.”

"Was their relationship sexual?" another one asks.

"He probably screwed her one time and then realized it was the worst thing he's ever done." Rachel giggles making some of the paparazzi laugh.

“Locked down?” Michael questioned through gritted teeth. His mood went from feeling depressed and exhausted to completely angry. “What the hell is she saying? And how the hell is she going to talk about my sex life?!" he yells.

“I’m gonna go find this bitch,” I growl standing up.

“No, you stay.” Michael ordered, getting off the bed. “I’m taking care of this.”

“Fuck that, I wanna watch!” Greg stood up from his chair again and followed him out the room, along with Ricky.

Michael ignores them, his eyes dark with anger. He goes down the hall knocking loudly on Rachel's door. The door opens and there stands Karen Faye. Her and Rachel have become besties.

Not that I was ever even fond of Karen. Karen Fake.

Michael, pushes past Karen and goes in the room seeing Rachel.

“Something wrong, Michael?” Rachel giggles, along with Karen.

Michael leans up against the door, slowly crossing his arms and Rachel swallows hard. I smirk.

This should be good.

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Hey guys! I finally updated! (: Sooooo I was thinking. Should I do a MJ fan instagram? And if i did would you follow it?

But anyways, did you guys like the chapter? What do you think will happen next?

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