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Remember me part 26
While we were walking through the store, I kept an eye on Michael to see how he was doing. I turned around and saw that he was leaning up against a wall with his eyes half open. I walked up to him and patted his face Me: Baby (pats his face again) look at me Michael: (looks at me then his head falls to the side) Me: Michael! (I patted his face) hey, look at me Michael: (blacked out) Me: Shit! Michael, Michael! (I patted his face a couple times again, but I knew that wasnâ??t gonna work) So I got him sitting down on the floor and I reached out my cell and called 911. It was ring after ring until there was an answer, I told them what was going on and gave them the location and hung up. I was fanning Michael with my hand and checked his breathing which sounded really shallow. God where is the ambulance!! Seconds later, I heard people rushing in I looked up and saw it was the medical people thank you God. They got Michael onto the stretcher and headed out with me and Michael. We got into the ambulance, and the got him hooked up to oxygen and a heart monitor. I sat there holding his hand worried. They asked me a few questions and I answered them best I could. I donâ??t want to lose Michael, no. This shizz couldnâ??t be happening now! When we got to the hospital they got him and told me to wait in the waiting room, and I had to fill out these papers and what not while I waited. I handed them into the front desk and a nurse came up to me. Nurse: excuse me Me: Yes? (I looked at her) Nurse: You can visit Michael, heâ??s still not coming too though, and we have him hooked up to some IVâ??s, a heart monitor and oxygen. His room number is 14, its right through those doors (points to them) and itâ??s the 3rd room on the right. Me: Okay (I nodded) thank you I walked through those doors and down to his room; I just want to see him. When I walked in there, it was quiet except for the beeps from the monitor, I saw that he didnâ??t have the oxygen mask on but that tube thatâ??s wrapped around and it was goes up into your nose, those looked always uncomfy. I pulled up a chair and sat near him; I grabbed onto his hand and started stroking it with my thumb. Me: come on Mikey, come too. I want to see youâ??re okay Beepâ?¦.Beepâ?¦.Beep Me: I want to see that youâ??re okay Michael, come on show me a sign that youâ??re okay Beepâ?¦.Beepâ?¦.Beep It was a steady pattern but god Iâ??m still scared for his life. I knew he wasnâ??t going to wake so I sat there waiting and I eventually fell asleep in the chair with my head drooped down, Iâ??d hear his heart rate increase sometimes but Iâ??d dose back off to sleeping, it was around 6 p.m. when I woke up. He was still not awake, his breathing looked steadily so I got up, kissed his forehead and walked out of the room. I decided to head down to the cafeteria to get a cup of fruit and headed back up to his room. I looked at him and smiled a little, praying in my head for him. I ate half of my fruit cup and set it to the side, grabbed a magazine and opened it up; I grabbed onto his hand. I was on page 4 when I felt a squeeze on my hand, I looked at my hand and saw Michael hand holding tightly onto mine, then I looked up at his face and saw him slowly opening his eyes, I set the magazine down and he looked at me. Michael: whatâ?¦.happened? Me: You blacked out; youâ??re in the hospital now Michael: I blacked out? Me: Yeah Doctor: (walks in) Mr. Jackson Michael: (looks at him) yes? Doctor: Have you eaten anything in the past 3 days? Michael: â?¦. Me: he told me he has Michael: I havenâ??tâ?¦ Me: (looks at him shocked) Doctor: well thatâ??s part 1 of why you passed out, you donâ??t need to starve yourself Michael, and your blood sugar was very low. Now Ms. Kelly Marie, you can get Michael somethin to eat Me: alright Doctor: and Mr. Jackson Michael: yes? Doctor: youâ??ll be able to go home tomorrow morning He left the room and I was looking at Michael, kinda upset with him cuz he didnâ??t mention he hasnâ??t eaten for a while. Me: why didnâ??t you tell me? Michael: I, Iâ??ve just been so stressed Kelly Marie, Joe has gotten under my skin Me: (grabs my fruit cup) wellâ?¦alrightâ?¦(I looked at him) Michael: (looking at my hand) Me: you want some of my fruit? Michael: (looks at me and smiles) sure Me: Iâ??m not feedin you (I smiled) Michael: (laughs slightly) yes you are, the doctor doesnâ??t want my head off this pillow Me: (rolls my eyes) what ever I walked up to him and opened up the fruit cup again, and started feeding him with my fingers, I laughed when he licked one of my fingers and told him it was gross. I canâ??t wait for him to be back at home. Michaelâ??s point of view* To be continued... not until i get 10 votes on this part and part 25 :)
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