Drama

"I'm here for you baby..." Michael said as he put an arm around Crystal. Crystal had went through all the tests, exams, and x-rays that the doctor could give her. Now all that was left was the results. Michael and Crystal waited in the lobby for the doctor. The hospital was one for celebrities so it wasn't closed off or anything. They had tight security all day, everyday. Crystal sighed with nervousness. But it felt a lot better that someone was actually with her to care about her. Someone who could say that they were there for her. James was never that way. She loved Michael's touch, the way he smelled. He had a very nice smelling cologne on and the hair spray he had on added to the aroma. Okay, maybe it was a little too much hairspray. Crystal smiled. Maybe she should help out with his hair a little.

�� "Michael, I'm so glad you're with me."� Michael started stroking her hair.

��� "Crystal everything will be alright. I'm confident that it's nothing serious."

�� "I love your on-the-bright-side personality." Crystal said, giggling. Then Doctor Atcher entered the lobby. She had pretty brown hair that was tied up in a bun and a long white doctor's jacket. She had a folder of papers in her hand. She looked at both Crystal and Michael with her eyes.

�� "Are you two related..." Atcher asked.

�� "No, we're..." Michael started.

�� "...just boyfriend and girlfriend." Crystal said, looking at Michael. Michael shifted uneasily and nodded forcefully.

�� "Well," Atcher cleared her throat. "According to the tests, Crystal has a illness called Toxoplasa Metrosedary Syndrome , or TMS. It is a STD."

Crystal saw Michael's eyes get wide as did hers.

"The disease," Atcher took a seat on the small couch in front of them. " takes it's course in the blood stream, and affects what ever organ it reaches first, and settles there. In your case, it would be in the lungs."

�� "is there a cure?" Michael said, trying to make her get to the point.

�� "There are medications she can take for treatment, or she can try kemo therapy but the disease has been in her body for a while. It may not work."

Michael buried his head in his hands. Crystal rubbed his back gently. �� "Here," Atcher pulled out a small book from the folder and gave it to Crystal. "It has information about the illness, options that you have." She gazed at Michael. "Should he be tested too or...."

�� "Oh no, we aren't sexually together." Crystal said. "Thank you."

Atcher nodded, stood, and left.

�� "I knew something was up, she's tired all the time, you know, she looks sick and..."

�� "Michael, I'm sure she'll be okay." Jeff told him. Michael drank the last of his bottle of Sunkist orange juice.

�� "Where is she now?" Jeff asked.

�� "Upstairs . She wanted to be alone." Michael said crushing the plastic bottle with his hand.

��� "So.... how do you feel about all this? The relationship."

Michael sighed. "There isn't any. I mean, she wants one. But I don't think I do. I've made a mistake before."

�� "What was the mistake?"

�� "Pretending that I could be in someone's life. When I can't. I'm already committed to...my lifestyle. Not just my art, but my lifestyle. The fame. With Lisa, it was too much hype. Too much of the show that is Michael Jackson. Not just onstage but offstage. Now I know if I let a relationship happen with some girl that's 'in the norm'....We will both definitely get hurt. "

Jeff nodded.

�� "But I...I love her." Michael said, voice quivering. Loving her would mean a relationship. That couldn't happen. Suddenly Michael's cell phone rang the tune "Whistle While You Work".� Michael took his cell from the pocket of his slacks and answered.

�� "Hello?"

�� "My wife." A deep voice said. "Stay away from my fuckin wife you freak."�

The mysterious caller hung up.

Crystal watched Entertainment tonight, while lying on the bed, talk about how Michael Jackson's weird image took a toll on the sales of Invincible. Crystal shook her head. It was amazing how the press made Michael to be a freak when Michael really wasn't anything like that. Michael was more than she could ever imagine. Even though she knew she was sick, all she could think about was Michael. Crystal gazed at the book the doctor had given her. She knew that James had given her this disease and she knew James had it also. Did he ever care about STD's? No. Of course not.� Suddenly Michael burst into the room.

�� "Crystal you have to go home."

�� "What?" crystal asked shocked.

�� "Please Cristy. I'm sorry you can't stay here."

�� "Why???" Crystal said. Michael ran his hand nervously over his hair, which was put down and was resting on his shoulders.

�� "You just have too. Look I'll take you there, in a private jet if you want."

Crystal looked at Michael with hurt and shock. She knew what was going on. Michael now knew she had an illness and like most men, didn't want anything to do with her. Crystal stood, anger flaring in her eyes. "Lisa was right."

�� "Lisa who?" Michael asked, suddenly alerted by the name.

But Michael could never be that cruel. All men are not like James, Cristy, she told herself. But for some reason her mind was unable to believe that at this point.

�� "Michael, for your information, I CAN'T go home." Michael gazed at her for an explanation.

�� "Michael it's more than him just not treating me right. I'm terrified of him. And he's a jealousy machine waiting to explode. He knows I'm with you Michael. And when you took me to your hotel for the first time, he was the one that--" She stopped herself.

�� "That what?"

�� "Nothing. The point is that I can't go home. "

�� "Why didn't you tell me you were in an abusive relationship with your husband???"

�� "I don't know. Maybe you should've figured that out by now."

Michael sighed. "What's with the attitude? And have you been talking to Lisa Marie?"

�� "Yes I've been talking to Lisa Marie and it looks like she was right."

�� "About what?"

�� "What an ass you are." Crystal said, crossing her arms.

�� "Damn, you should know not to listen to her of all people!" Michael cried rolling his eyes.

�� "Oh yeah? Well, you want me to leave. So fuck you. I bet if I'm homeless on the street with a freakin' disease inside of me, you wouldn't even care. You just wanted my ass."

�� "Are you insane? I would never--" Michael said, trying to lower his voice.

�� "Michael please. You don't need to explain yourself. I'm just the target for men anyway. The helpless one. Just...I want to be alone." Crystal said.

James began to approach the gates of Neverland, singing "Proud Mary keep on burning...and we're rollin'...rollin' rollin' on the river...doo doo doo doo doo..."

When he reached the gates he pasted it by and headed to go through the back way where fewer gaurds were. It was very simple for him to sneak into Neverland, he just needed to think smart. He was surprised no one ever killed Michael Jackson before he got a chance to mess up his face. He strolled along, at times he started coughing, but then it stopped he continued to sing.