Poor widdle Michael suffers an illness and a friend comes to the rescue. Thanks for reading and all of that!
Michael's POV
It's not easy being me sometimes, you know. I'm constantly being hassled and I never have any privacy, so can you really blame me for turning my cell phone off without answering it?
All I needed was a few hours sleep. Some R&R. And now that I've woken, I feel so much more refreshed. I'm ready to take on whatever they throw at me…
Wait a second, I don't feel refreshed at all. Actually, I feel worse than before I had my nap. My head feels heavy and I think a migraine is coming on.
I can't get sick now! I'm Michael Wilson, I don't get sick.
I have a reputation for never taking time off for being sick. I have a scene to shoot and feel like crap, I pop a few aspirins and I'm ready to go.
Maybe that's all I need. Some pain killers, to ward off whatever illness is coming my way.
I slowly got off the bed and walked to the first aid box above the microwave. It hurts to move. It hurts to breathe.
Maybe I'd better call Beverly…If I can reach the phone that is.
Mia's POV
Michael said to call him if I needed help with my Bio work, so I tried, but he's turned his phone off. He must have changed his mind about helping me and didn't want to have to answer my calls. After all, he's Michael Wilson. Why would Michael Wilson tutor anyone, let alone me?
Was I completely crazy to think, even for a second, that Michael had offered to help me because he genuinely likes me?
It's not as if I thought he was falling in love with me or anything! But yes, I'll admit, I stupidly entertained thoughts that maybe there was more to just him hanging out with me because he's made to by Jacques. After all, he didn't have to offer to watch a movie with me, and he didn't have to shoot Lana down like that. I just thought…I just thought we were friends.
Michael's POV
Beverly called for a doctor the second she got a look at me. He says it's just a 24 hour bug, that I'll be right as rain by tomorrow afternoon, but right now, I feel like I'm on my death bed.
I'm in agony! My head is thumping, I can't keep any food down, I can't even swallow water without bringing it back up. How this can just 'go away' in 24 hours I don't know.
I'm thinking of bring the doc back and telling him to run some more tests. I've played dying characters before, I know about this kind of stuff.
Then again, I guess he's supposed to know more, being a doctor and all.
I reached blindly (I've covered my face with a damp cloth) for my cell phone and turned it on.
Four missed calls; a few more than normal. Only one voicemail.
"Hi, love," my mother's voice rang down the phone. "Why did you reject my call? Are you busy? I was just calling to say hi. Well, hi. That's all. Will's all excited for your Christmas visit. You're not going to cancel like last year, are you? Tell that Dulles guy that some things are more important than camera angles. We never see you anymore! Well, take care, honey. Love you."
I never ever get to see my parents any more. The last time I was back in Connecticut was for about two days over the summer, and before that I was there for my little brother's birth.
I guess I'm more tolerant of the parentals than most other teenage guys are. I mean, you wouldn't see this Josh guy making cookies with his mom or trying valiantly to learn the guitar from his dad.
I wonder who the other calls were from. It's just listed as private number. Oh well, if it's important they'll call back.
Mia's POV
Instead of letting Lars take me to school like usual this morning, I made him bring me to the studio to see Michael. He was totally against the idea, since I'm supposed to be in school or whatever, but I promised to put in a good word with Mademoiselle Klein (little does he know she's already seeing the PE teacher).
I was thinking about Michael all night, and I just need to talk to him.
Of course, now that I'm standing outside his trailer, I have no idea what I'm going to say to him. I had it all planned out last night, and now that I can only remember fragments.
Maybe when I see his face it'll all come back to me. I knocked and held my breath.
"Come in," a pained cry came after a minute.
Slowly, I opened the door to a dark room. The curtains are drawn and there's a funky smell.
"Michael?"
"Mia? What are you doing here?"
"Um, I came to talk to you. Is this a bad time?"
"Sort of. I'm sick. I couldn't even make it to my apartment last night,
I had to stay here."
"What's wrong?"
My whole speech that I worked on last night is now completely gone. I walked further into the room and closed the door. Then I lifted the curtain and gasped at the sight of The Michael Wilson, lying on his bed, looking disheveled and…well, dirty. Not at all like his usual self.
"Michael, what is it?" I asked kindly.
"It's a bug. The doctor says it's just a bug, but it feels like so much more."
He looks like he's on the verge of crying. How can I go to school and leave him like this? He needs me.
I told Michael I'd be back in a minute and stuck my head out the door to tell Lars I wouldn't be going to school today.
"But, Princess, you're parents wouldn't agree to this, and you know it."
"Lars, I'm needed here. Please, they don't have to know. Just let me stay with him. He's really sick."
Lars scowled and conceded. He really doesn't have much choice in the matter since indirectly, he works for me.
When I walked back into Michael's room he was sprawled out on the bed and moaning.
"It's not that bad, is it?" I asked, a little taken aback by his demeanor. Hasn't he ever been sick before?
"It's worse,' he sobbed. "My head feels like it's going to split in two. Beverly came to see me before and told me to take the day off, but that was it. She didn't arrange for anyone to come look after me or anything, I think I need a nurse or something."
"Relax, Michael," I told him, sitting beside him on the bed. "I'm going to be your nurse today. I'll get you anything you need and I'll stay with you all day, if you need me to."
He pulled the cloth from his face and looked up at me. "You will? But what about school?"
"Taken care of. Now, what do you want for breakfast?"
He managed a smile and it made it all worth it. Even looking sick as a dog, he's still hotter than any guy I've ever met.
- - -
The event you've all been waiting for (all two of you) shall happen soon. Be prepared!
Speaking of that, I totally threw all my Beanie Babies on the ground the other day and stood up on my window seat, waving my arms around as 'Be Prepared' blasted out of the speakers of my computer. Quite the moment.
