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Michael's POV
It wasn't long before we were at the hospital. I ignored the people who recognized me and ran straight up to the desk, Janiya in my arms.
"What room is Analisa Castro in?" I asked anxiously. The nurse didn't look up and answered lazily.
"We don't have an Analisa Castro." The nurse said. I racked my brain. What was her last name? I remembered Andre's last name.
"I mean Analisa Price." I said. The nurse looked up and she froze. Of course, she was starstruck. "Well?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. She's on the fifth floor, take a right, last door on the left."
I held Janiya and I hurried to the elevator. I waited impatiently as it went up. Janiya hugged me and whimpered.
"She's going to be all right, Janiya." I said calmly. The elevator finally opened and I hurried to find Annie's room. I did and I stopped at the door when I saw her. I slowly walked over to her sleeping form. I let Janiya go and she touched her mother's hand.
Annie looked wrecked. There were bruises all over her arms and her neck. She had a bite mark on her neck, too. She had cuts and gashes. Bandages wrapped around her head. She was too thin and frail and her chest moved weakly when she breathed.
I could feel tears coming to my eyes. Annie lived a terrible life. Janiya was crying now. She turned away and hugged my legs. I stroked her hair and I touched Annie's hand. She stirred and my heart fluttered. I moved closer to the bed and Janiya looked up.
Annie's eyes opened and she looked at me. Her eyes widened as she looked over me.
"Michael?" She asked quietly. I held her hand and nodded.
"Yes, Annie. It's me." I said, smiling at her.
"Mama! Daddy found me!" Janiya exclaimed. Annie looked at her.
"Oh... thank you, Michael."
"Mama, he's my Daddy, right? I know it!"
Annie blinked and then looked at me. I looked at her, my eyes curious. Annie looked back at Janiya.
"I'll tell you later, sweetie..."