Two days later, Rosabel found herself waking up in a strange room that was almost completely white and smelled sterile. At first Rosabel thought she had died and gone to heaven, but then she felt a terrible pain blast through her whole body, so that couldn't have been what happened. Then Rosabel felt a soft, warm material covering her. She looked down and saw that she was wrapped in a large blue jacket that looked familiar. Rosabel was sure she had seen it before, but she couldn't remember where. She tried to sit up but found it as easy as hauling a load of elephants across the Antartica. Suddenly a sharp pain in her chest made Rosabel collapse down onto the bed again. It felt as if she had just inhaled cold, jagged glass and it had gotten stuck in her chest. Each breath she took was more painful than the last.
Just then the door opened and a young nurse with long brown hair tied into a bun walked in.
"Oh, you're awake!" She said. "Are you feeling okay?"
Rosabel shook her head weakly.
"My chest hurts." She croaked. "It hurts when I breathe."
"Try not to let it bother you too much." The nurse said, after examining her chest. "If the pain gets worse then just give me a call on this buzzer."
She left a small remote with one button on it on the table next to the bed.
"Who brought me here?" Rosabel asked.
"You're not gonna believe me when I say this but Michael Jackson brought you here."
Rosabel gasped but then wished she hadn't.
"Really? Are you being serious?"
"Yes, no one was expecting it. We just saw him carrying you in his arms and he said that you needed to be cared for so he left you with us. He even left you his jacket. He also said to call him when you woke up, so I'm about to do that. Anyway, if you need anything, just give me a call." And with that, the nurse left.
The nurse was right. Rosabel didn't believe what she said. Michael Jackson couldn't have brought her to the hospital. Rosabel pondered over things for a few minutes. Slowly she started to remember things. She remembered being furious with Claudia for ripping and burning her picture and then feeling petrified of Matron Helen because she was going to hurt her. She remembered feeling unbearable stings and shaking with pain and tears then passing out soon after. Rosabel also remembered Harvey telling her that Michael was going to visit but how could Michael have found her. Rosabel stroked his blue jacket. If Michael really brought her and she really was stroking his jacket, she'd find out soon enough.
A couple of hours later, Rosabel was in the middle of reading a book when the door opened. However instead of seeing her nurse, she saw her idol.
"Hi." Michael said. "How are you feeling?"
"I-I'm okay." Rosabel stuttered.
"Are you sure?" Michael said, chuckling slightly.
"My whole body still hurts."
"Oh no." Michael muttered.
"Michael, can I ask you something?"
"Is this jacket really yours?"
"Yes, it is." Michael said smiling. "But it's yours now."
"So you really did bring me here!"
"Yeah. If it wasn't for your little friend Harvey, I would have never found you in the cellar. What were you doing down there anyway?"
Rosabel explained everything to Michael, from the ribbon in her shoe to being unconcious. By the end of her story, Michael had tears in his eyes.
"But everyone seemed so nice when I was there." Michael said.
"That's because everyone puts on an act whenever someone visits." Rosabel said. "Matron Isabelle is the only one that's truly nice."
Suddenly there was another knock at the door. It was Michael's chauffeur. "Mr Jackson we'll need to go soon." He said.
"Just wait one minute." Michael replied. He turned back to Rosabel and looked her straight in the eye. "Well Rosabel, from what you've said, it seems that you've been living a life that you really don't deserve. I don't want you to go back to that orphanage. When you get out of hospital, you can come stay with me. Would you like that?"
"I'd love it!" Rosabel said, smiling. It was the first time she'd smiled in days.
"Good. I'll come back and visit you again. And before I forget, I got this for you."
Michael took out a small box that was wrapped in purple wrapping paper and gave it to Rosabel. Then Michael gave her a kiss and left. Rosabel opened to present gingerly and gound herself holding Michael's new album: Dangerous. On the back there was a note written in large, scribbled writing. It said:
Harvey told me that you love me most out of everyone in the orphanage, so I thought you'd like my new album. I hope you do like it. We could listen to it together sometime. I'd love to know which songs are your favourites.
All my love, your friend,
Rosabel read the note four times, until she had memorized it word for word. Then she daydreamed herself to sleep, still clutching her blue jacket.