Imagine This.

Pour It Up 12

You

He kisses your stomach gently before picking you up carefully and heading out of the door. Paramedics pull out a bed and Michael lays you carefully on to it. Your breaths are short and panicked. Every breath, your stomach aches and it feels like it's tearing apart.

"I-I" you breathe deeply and hold on to your stomach "can't breathe" you gasp for air and the paramedics put you into the back of the truck. "It's alright babe,I'm here" babe? A breathing mask is placed on your mouth and you breathe deeply and you shake as you begin to grow tired. A paramedic shuts your eyes.

"What did you do to her?!" You can still hear Michael's loud voice. "Relax, we are putting her to sleep so she won't feel pain"

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Michael

"Is she okay??" I pace back and forth as the doctor tries to calm me down. He holds my shoulders and I stay still. "Ribs are meant to protect organs and help breathing. It keeps space open for the lungs to expand but since they are broken,she's having trouble breathing. The ribs can't hold its shape when she takes a breath so it's difficult for her lungs to take in." A tear stream down my face and I bite my lip. I'm so damn emotional.

"Everything is going to be fine Mr.Jackson, it will take two months to heal and make sure she stays away from whoever done this. Ice it every night and make sure she rests. She's a little anxious" I nod and look down at the prescription he gave me.

"Have her take that every day after breakfast, lunch, and dinner." I nod and he wheels her out of the room. "Hey" I smile and she smiles lightly and waves. "That's another thing, don't have her talk too much. The ribs need to relax and have time to heal" 

What did you think? Is Michael catching feelings too fast?

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