This night, Michael was allowed to use his drugs to fall asleep again. He had told me there was no way he could do it without it tonight because the next day we would have to go to the doctors again. There, we would find out who was the father of Siedah Garrets child. Michael or Steve Lory, the singer she had had an affair with while playing her tricks on Michael.

As I lay next to Michael, I studied his face. He didn't look relaxed; his brows were furrowed in the medically induced sleep he was in. I stroked over his cheek, I knew he wouldn't wake up from the like he normally did. I even kissed his lips gently, but he didn't move. A tear rolled down my cheek and I sunk back into the pillow.

Tomorrow was officially the day I had been dreading for months.

When I woke up the next morning, Michael was still asleep and it made me feel so uneasy. I knew it was time to get up but I didn't know what I was supposed to do with him. I sat up in bed and looked at him, then took his hand and lightly shook it.

"Michael?" I said and looked at his face, but there was no reaction there. "Hey" I whispered and bit my lips as I felt them beginning to tremble. I was nervous, so terribly nervous. What would this day do to Michael? He was already so drained and emotionally weak. He wouldn't be able to handle any bad news from the DNA test.

I took a deep breath and got up from the bed, making my way downstairs. Halfway down the steps, I bumped into a man carrying a suitcase, probably some staff member, I thought. I looked where he was going when he was upstairs; he was aiming towards our bedroom.

"Hey, Michael is still sleeping" I said and run up the stairs to stop the man.

"Of course he is" The man said calmly and put down the suitcase, extending his arm towards me. "Hello, you must be Miss Carter. I'm Doctor Duran, family doctor."

I reluctantly shook his hand. "Why did you say, of course he's still asleep?" I wondered.

"Mr. Jackson would sleep for several more hours if I wouldn't wake up now. It's time." The doctor said and pointed to the large, wooden grandfather clock in the entryway downstairs.

"I tried to wake up him but it didn't work. He must be really tired still." I said.

"No, that isn't the reason Miss Carter. You wouldn't be able to wake him up when he's under the influence he is right now. He needs special treatment in the morning to wake up again and be fit, you could say the antidote to yesterdays medication." He finally picked up his suitcase and entered the room.

I went inside with him and stayed right by the door, watching him sit down on the bed next to Michael. He opened his suitcase and produced a band, which he tightened around Michael's upper arm.

"Gosh no!" I let out silently and put my shaking hand over my mouth, as I realized what he was about to do. I closed my eyes and leaned against the door.

"Miss Carter, you can leave the room if you're more comfortable with that. Mr. Jackson will be awake in 15 minutes." The doctor said, and I heard him roam around in his suitcase. I decided it was best for me to wait outside, but as I opened my eyes to get to the hallway I caught a glimpse of what was going on. I only saw Michael's arm in the doctor's lap and a tube hanging from a plastic bag that was adjusted on the headboard.

A yelp escaped my lips and I closed the door behind me, slumping down against it in the hallway. I put my hand out in front of me, staring at my shaking fingers.

"Shhhh, it's ok" I tried to calm myself, my eyes frantically wandering over the furniture in the hallway to distract me from my thoughts. There was a sofa with some antique dolls on it, a table with flowers and pictures in golden frames. I stood up and looked at them, they were all of children and Michael with children. I focused on Michael's face in the photographs and slowly calmed down, seeing his beautiful smile on the photos made me feel calmer.

Finally I heard the door open and Michael came out of the room, wearing his red, silk pajamas. He looked so sweet and it broke my heard, knowing what had just happened in the room.

"Baby" I whispered and came over to him, slinging my arms around his torso and burying my head in his chest.

"Oh Susan" He chuckled and held the back of my head with his large hand, stroking my back with the other.

"Promise me you won't ever do that again." I sobbed into his shirt. "I really can't handle this" My heart was racing and I held him tighter. "Promise me" I begged.

"I'm sorry Susan" Michael whispered and pulled back, looking down into my watery eyes. "So you saw...what the doctor did?"

"No, I didn't see it, I went outside when he put the needle – oh god" I couldn't finish the sentence and went right back to hugging him.

"Susan, I don't want you to see that. You know it was necessary for me. I won't do that often anymore, okay?"

"Promise me" I muffled into his chest.

"Promise" Michael said and pulled my head back. "Now let me kiss you baby" He smiled and gently wiped away my tears with his fingers. I looked up and closed my eyes and he bent his head down and kissed me.

We ate breakfast in the kitchen, but we both didn't feel like eating a lot, we were too anxious. Finally, we were ready to leave for the doctor's office to get the DNA results. We both looked extremely nervous, but Michael was visibly worried. We were just about to leave the house as the phone rang.

"I'll take that" Michael said, I could tell he was glad that something allowed him to stay a little longer at home, even if it was just for a minute.

"Hello?" He said, then just listened, staring down at the floor the whole time. Within seconds, his expression changed form worried, to flat out devastated; every muscle in his face seemed to slump down.

"You're not...alright then...yeah, then it's me. Yes, I was just about to go to the doctor...thank you...yeah I...I should go now, Steve...yeah bye...bye" Michael hung up and sunk down to the floor.

"Hey...hey Michael baby!" I exclaimed and ran over to him. I put my hand on his shoulder and kneeled down next to him. He leaned his back against the chest of drawers, putting his face in his hands.

"Michael? Michael what happened?" I asked and shook him. He didn't answer but I could feel his body shaking and he was crying.

"Michael are you alright?" I asked. I was so scared. Who had called him? What did they say?

"No I'm not!" Michael brought out and cried even harder. He leaned his head back against the drawers and let out a sigh, his eyes were filled with tears.

"Oh god baby...who called? Do you want some water I...do you need anything?" I asked frantically.

"No Susan, just let me... there's nothing to do anymore, you'll leave me and ohh...I didn't want to live like this!" He cried out and balled his hands in fists. "I DON'T" he said and threw his head back, slamming it against the wood.

"NO STOP!!" I exclaimed and held his head. "Stop it INSTANTLY!" I stuttered. "Look at me Michael, shhhh calm down. I'm here for you." I whispered, trying to keep my voice from shaking, and put my hand under his chin so he would look at me. "Who called?" I asked slowly but firmly so he would listen to me.

Michael took some deep breaths. "Steve...Steve Lory" He said and shook his head.

"Steve Lory, he who could also be the father, right?" I asked.

"No...no he can't be the father...He, oh Susan" Michael broke down and I let go of his hand as it dawned upon me.

"He called you to tell you that...he is not the father?" I realized in a whisper. Steve Lory must've gotten back his DNA test results before Michael!

"And if he's not the father....it's you." I closed my eyes and a tear rolled down my cheek.