After the initial numb shock has worn off, I finally feel Michael's arms around me, comforting me on the loss of my child.

"Becky.. I'm so sorry.. I don't know what to say," he says with such innocence.

I look down, unsure on how to reply to such a statement.

And it feels a little strange, my doctor embracing me. But I won't complain. I'd take any kind of care right now.

Except Alex's. I want to murder him. I could quite happily grab a knife and stab him for what he's done to me.

"Michael.. I don't know how to repsond to anything at the moment. I'm sorry if I'm not very talkative, I'm just.." my emotions take over and tears start to stream down my face, "I'm all over the place.. Alex hurt, not just me, but he killed our child!"Michael only pulls me closer to him at my response.

"I'll make sure you're ok, Becky. You're my patient, and I'll make sure you're happy," he says.

"He hurt me because he found out about you.. because I found out about his affair with Lisa.." I mutter dejectedly.

Michael's eyes widen.

"Because of me? Oh god.. Becky, I'm so sorry..!"

Michael's voice has become full of worry, and sorrow.. and a hint of pity.

I release myself from his embrace and look him in the eye.

"I.. he saw me calling you.. your number was on the phone screen.. he.. Alex asked me who's number it was, so I told him.. I said, "it's Michael's, my doctor, the one who's wife you're cheating on me with," and he lost it, started kicking me, hurting me, and even when I started getting that serious pain in my stomach, he still didn't stop! I told him to stop, I told him, Michael.. I told him to stop and he went right on and kicked me again and again.. then you came, and you saved me.. so I'm grateful to you, Michael.. you saved me.. but it was too late to save my child.."

My voice sounds weaker, still pained from the events of today.

Michael places his hand under my chin, and lifts my head up to look him in the eye.

The feel of his touch is just..

Control yourself, Becky. You've just lost your child, have some respect.

"Hmm.. why were you gonna ring me, anyway?" Michael asks.

He's obviously trying to change the subject so that I don't get too upset.

"It was initially because.. I was gonna ring you to say I got a fever.. like you said, earlier today.. I rang you cos I got a fever.."

"Fever, huh? Like, a real fever?"

Why did he have to ask that?! I don't wanna answer that..

"Becky?"

Looks like I waited too long to answer.

"Well.." I say weakly.

Michael looks me in the eyes. His eyes are just so.. deep, they're deep. They're such a perfect shade of brown, I can't help but get lost in them..

"Becky, yoo-hoo?" Michael tries to catch my attention, and I shake my head and look at his whole face again.

"What..?"

"Oh, I just wanted you to answer my question.. did you, like, have a real fever or not?" Michael asks, sorta half seductively.

Hmm, he's teasing me again..

I need to tone down my level of excitement, I've just lost my child.

Just thinking about it makes me wanna cry.

Yeah, all the excitement has gone now. I'm back in the real frame of mind. The 'I've just lost my child' frame of mind.

"You're a strong girl, Becky. You don't have to answer the question, if you don't want. I shouldn't be forcing them on you, anyway. You just lost your child. Sorry.." Michael says. I nod.

"That's ok.. it's just.. a shock, y'know? A lot to take in," I say. Michael nods in understanding.

"I know. Do you know what's going on with Alex now?" he asks.

"I don't care what that low-life piece of crap does with his life. He could go die for all I care. He already killed my child, and a part of me with it. He's ruined me.." I say, in a whisper, but with a clear sign of anger.

"Hmm.. Alex isn't a good guy. He's proved that too many times. I saw his face yesterday when you told him you were pregnant, he looked on top of the world.. God, how much can change in a day," Michael says.

I nod, agreeing with his comment.

"He's an ass. It's gone from, 'perfect life with you, Alex,' to, 'I'll have a perfect life without you, Alex,' and that's just.. ugh.."

I can barely hold in how irritated and annoyed I am with Alex.

"I know what you mean. It was like that when I found out Lisa was cheating, earlier today. Our marriage is dead anyway, but it still isn't right to have an affair if you're in a relationship.. we've both been lied to," Michael tells me.

"Yes, that's just it! I spoke to Lisa earlier today.. and she told me to my face that she was seeing Alex. People are just oblivious sometimes.. oblivious to how people can feel inside," I say.

"How people feel inside can be completely different to how they present themselves to feel.. it's Human Nature," Michael replies.

"You got that right.. ugh, how I could murder certain people.. not you, though, you've been very helpful. I might spare your life."

I must admit, the way I said that sounded flirty. Whether or not I planned it, even I can't tell.

"So.. have you had any other pain since the.. 'event'? Like, anything?" Michael asks.

"No.. no proper pain.. apart from mental pain at the knowledge that I had a child inside me for two months, and only knew about it for 24 hours.. that kinda hurts," I say. Michael smiles sympathetically.

"I understand.. but, just know that I'm here for you, any time at all," he says, placing his hand over mine, which is leaning on the bed.

Michael's touching my hand.. oh God, oh God, oh God. No matter what mood I'm in, that's enough to get you going. My God!

His hand is so soft, and gentle.

I could hold his hand forever..

"Thank you, Michael.. it means a lot knowing that you care for me," I say, in a friendly tone of voice.

"Any time, remember. Any time."

Michael's tone has gone sorta.. seductive.. that's so sexy..

I clear my throat, buying myself enough time to think of a suitable response.

"Uh.. so if I suddenly got a fever, like, right this second, what would you say, doctor Jackson?" I ask with a little chuckle.

Michael raises his eyebrows.. god, the eyebrow raise, so sexy!

"If you were to say that, I'd have to check your temperature, make sure you weren't lying to old doctor Michael now," he smirks.

I smile faintly. "Why would I lie to a doctor?"

"I don't know, you tell me.." he replies with a wink.

Hmm, he knows I love it when he winks.

"Michael.. I got a fever, ever since I started seeing you as my doctor.. it's such a strange fever, I can't explain it.. I've been feeling down and blue and.. it's cloudy in my head.." I say.

Michael looks down at me, his hand still over mine.

"I'm no weatherman.. but I think you got Extreme Fever.." he says flirtily.

I can't help but groan a little at this remark.. not with annoyance, mind you, more.. "damn, you're so sexy" sort groaning.

Michael adds to his already-sexy comment. "And as your doctor, I'm gonna have to help you with that."

I try to control myself. But Michael is so damn.. perfect! I need to calm down again.

You'd think that losing my child would put me in a depressed frame of mind, wouldn't you? But, somehow, in some kinda way.. having Michael here is.. curing me, like a real doctor should do.

Michael's a special doctor, the kind that doesn't just help you with physical pain and conditions.. but, like, the mental stuff too.

Not a lotta doctors have that quality about them. Michael can help me with anything, it seems.. maybe even this fever I've got..

"I need a good enough doctor to help me with this.. the loss of my child, and this unbearable fever I've got," I say quietly, attempting to flirt, maybe just a little.

Ok, so I know for a fact now. I've got a crazy crush on my doctor. Uncontrollable.

My doctor, Doctor Michael Jackson.. I have a crush on him, and I feel a way I've never felt before..

But what if he doesn't have a crush, or 'fever' back? I guess I may never know..

"Then it's a good job you've got me, isn't it?"

His comments are getting more and more seductive, and it's really getting me going.

It's such a strange feeling.. I feel all tingly and fuzzy inside.

"Yes, it's a very good job I have you, doctor," I reply.

Michael exhales, a smirk visible on his face.

"I told you before, it's Michael to you.." he corrects me. I smirk.

It's now or never.

"I swear you're only meant to call people you're close with, by their first name. Everyone else can be known by their surname, or their proffession's title. I'm pretty sure we aren't close, doctor."

I'm really digging deep into his mind now, planting the carefully chosen sentences in there, making him wonder what to say back.

Michael shifts position in his chair, showing how uncomfortable he is.

"So, these past two days have been.. nothing then?" he asks.

"What would you mean by that?" I ask.

Michael takes a breath, and looks me in the eye.

'"You're saying you got a fever.. but what caused the fever..?" he asks.

Oh damn, what do I say now?

Hmm.. that's a tough one.

"That's, ahem, 'strictly confidential,' doctor," I say with a chuckle.

"But I'm your doctor, I'm supposed to know this information," Michael smirks, with a wink.

"Well, I guess I have no choice then, do I?" I say.

God, this is it. It's now or never, literally.

"I guess you don't," Michael replies.

I take a deep breath, then look down at our touching hands.

"Doctor Michael.. it's you.. you give me fever."

My confession just comes out.

Nothing planned, it just comes out.

Michael's smirking now.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you such a horrible condition,"he says.

Is he being serious? I basically just told him I got a huge crush on him, and he thinks I've really got a fever!

It's almost laughable.

"Michael--"

"Oh, so I'm not doctor anymore?"

"Fine, doctor, then. If that's what you want me to call you, I'm down with that."

"No, no, no! Call me Michael! After all, that's what the closest people to me call me.."

Michael gradually moves closer to me, I can feel his breathing down the front of my neck.

He looks me deep in the eye, not for a second looking away.

His eyes are melting me..

He comes closer to me, our noses are practically touching.. but then he tilts his head to the left.. and I find my head tilting to the right.. and then..

Our lips touch.

Michael kisses my lips passionately, sweetly and tenderly.

I can't help but kiss back, his lips are indescribable.. magical.

But then I think to myself.. he's my doctor. I'm kissing my doctor, and I've known him little more than 24 hours.

I pull away quickly, and Michael opens his eyes to look at me.

"Why'd you pull away?" he asks in a whisper.

"I j--you're my doctor, I've known you for a day," say guiltily. Michael smiles.

"But I think I already love you more than I've ever loved a person in my life.. and I know so much about you, like I've known you all my life," he says. I exhale.

"I'm really not sure about this, Michael," I say.

Michael takes me into his embrace again.

"Well I am," he says, then he leans in and kisses my lips again.

I don't argue, and kiss his lips back..

Hmm, maybe I am sure about this.

Could I really be sure about this?

Maybe I am sure that I love this man. This man I've known for 24 hours.

I might just know now, and I might just be sure.

I might just be in love with my doctor.

Author's note: yay! Things are starting to get better now.. right? :D