I have no idea how long it took for me to get there, but once I managed to get help from the nurses and doctors, it went from being 12 o'clock in the morning to 8:30.

I fell asleep after the nurses took Travis to the ICU.

I knew I had to call my work so they would know the situation and not dock my pay for the month. Lucky for me, they understood perfectly, they said that I could come back whenever I felt ready. I relaxed after I hung up and took some of the extra money I had to get some food. I laughed at how pitiful I was when I got my sandwich from the cafeteria.

"Look at yourself. You are sitting here stuffing your face while your brother is lying in a hospital bed with all those tubes and needles sticking out of him. What a great sister you are."

I left the café immediately and took my sandwich back into the lobby, where I didn't expect anyone to notice me.


Michael, Diana, and the rest of the family sat silently in the room. The two parents looked at each other and then at the bouncing black and white image on the screen, smiles on both of their faces.

"He's beautiful," said Diana as she looked up at her wonderful husband.

"Just like you," responded Michael as he kissed his wife on the back of her hand.

"Where is it?" asked Blanket innocently

The nurse giggled at his question and pointed out a big, grayish figure on the video.

"Right here, see, that's his head."

"Wow," he said as he looked at the image carefully. "That's my little brother."


Back in the lobby, the entire Jackson family was still in awe at the sight they had just seen.

"Yay, I'm not gonna be the youngest anymore." cheered Blanket as he walked down the hall with his brothers and sisters.

"Yep, you are now officially a big brother.," responded Kathy, his adopted sister.

"YAY!"

The Jacksons continued to talk to each other as they sat down to wait for the doctor's readings on how the baby was doing. Diana and Michael sat just a few seats away from me as I kept my head down. I knew I was not supposed to eavesdrop, but I just couldn't resist.

What! Her face looked familiar and I was curious about what Mike was talking about. That does not make me a bad person. You would have done the same thing!

Diana was nervous about how the results might be, but Michael quickly reassured her.

"Everything's probably fine. You're just worrying too much."

"I know," she responded. "It's just, well; I don't want what happened to Billy to happen to the baby."

This caught my attention, so I listened more closely.

Michael sighed as he thought about his late son. "Now you know that his illness wasn't your fault, it was just fate. He would probably still be alive if it wasn't for you-know-who."

I wanted to ask them who they were, as I did not know that was Michael Jackson (Shocker, right?), but I was interrupted by the receptionist.

"April Nevada Davis,"

I stood and walked over to the desk. I saw Diana's face drop in astonishment when she heard that. I turned my head away, thinking that I had just imagined it.

The receptionist continued talking once I saw her face to face. "Your brother is going to be okay, but he needs to be observed longer. There was a lot of smoke inhaled in his lungs, and that might have caused some hidden damage to his lungs. He's very lucky to have such a caring sister."

I nodded somberly, still aware of Diana's gaze towards me.

"Thank you."

I moved away from the reception desk and sat back down in my seat. I noticed Diana's expression change to sadness as she slid over to the seat right beside me. I looked up at her face as she looked at mine. I recognized her as one of my father's patients and as a former friend.

"April?"

"Diana?"