"Is this your friend?" Michael asked.
"Yes." Harvey replied.
"Is she okay?"
"I don't know. I heard Matron Helen taking her down here with a metal rod this morning and I haven't seen her since."
Michael moved closer to the girl on the floor. She looked like she was unconcious.
"What's her name?"
"Rosabel Diamond."
He crouched down beside her and examined her body. Rosabel had bad bruises on her arms and legs and she had dried blood around a large cut on her forehead.
"Rosabel?" Michael đã đưa ý kiến quietly, shaking her slightly. "Rosabel? Rosabel!"
"Is she alright?" Harvey asked nervously.
"Um..."
"She isn't, is she!"
"Harvey, I'm gonna need bạn to get me a blanket. Can bạn do that for me?"
"We don't have any though."
"Really? That's not right. Never mind though."
Michael took off the blue áo khoác he was wearing and wrapped Rosbael in it then he picked her up and carried her in his arms.
"Where are bạn going?" Harvey asked, as Michael walked towards the door.
"I'm taking her to the hospital. Are bạn gonna come?"
Harvey nodded and took Michael out the back door again and Michael took the two children to his red Mercedes across the đường phố, street where a chauffeur was waiting.
"Is everything okay, sir?" The chauffer asked as Michael and Harvey got in.
"Change of plan, Bill. We need to get to the hospital right away."
"No problem." Bill said, starting the engine.
"You have your own driver?" Harvey whispered.
"Yes, I do." Michael whispered back.
"That's amazing!"
Michael chuckled and held Rosabel close in his lap. He could feel her breathing, but they were small, fast breaths, almost like it was painful for her to breathe. Michael wanted to cry. Seeing a child so young and so hurt broke his heart.
After ten phút the red Mercedes pulled up in front of the local hospital. Michael and Harvey quickly got out and jogged through the automatic front door. To Michael's delight, there weren't that many people around, so he didn't to worry about huge crowds of những người hâm mộ surrounding him. Michael dashed to the reception bàn and asked where the childrens ward was then went up to the third floor in a lift with Harvey. Once on the childrens ward, a nurse a did a couple of quick tests on Rosabel then took her into a small room with a single white bed, a little bàn and some stuffed animals. Then the nurse put an oxygen mask on Rosabel, put a bandage on the wound on her head and hooked her up to machine which showed her tim, trái tim rate and oxygen levels.
"Will she be okay?" Michael asked.
"If everything goes well, then she should be fine in a couple of weeks." The nurse replied.
"Alright then. Lets go Harvey."
"Aren't bạn gonna take your jacket?" Harvey asked Michael.
"No. Rosabel can keep it."
"Yes." Harvey replied.
"Is she okay?"
"I don't know. I heard Matron Helen taking her down here with a metal rod this morning and I haven't seen her since."
Michael moved closer to the girl on the floor. She looked like she was unconcious.
"What's her name?"
"Rosabel Diamond."
He crouched down beside her and examined her body. Rosabel had bad bruises on her arms and legs and she had dried blood around a large cut on her forehead.
"Rosabel?" Michael đã đưa ý kiến quietly, shaking her slightly. "Rosabel? Rosabel!"
"Is she alright?" Harvey asked nervously.
"Um..."
"She isn't, is she!"
"Harvey, I'm gonna need bạn to get me a blanket. Can bạn do that for me?"
"We don't have any though."
"Really? That's not right. Never mind though."
Michael took off the blue áo khoác he was wearing and wrapped Rosbael in it then he picked her up and carried her in his arms.
"Where are bạn going?" Harvey asked, as Michael walked towards the door.
"I'm taking her to the hospital. Are bạn gonna come?"
Harvey nodded and took Michael out the back door again and Michael took the two children to his red Mercedes across the đường phố, street where a chauffeur was waiting.
"Is everything okay, sir?" The chauffer asked as Michael and Harvey got in.
"Change of plan, Bill. We need to get to the hospital right away."
"No problem." Bill said, starting the engine.
"You have your own driver?" Harvey whispered.
"Yes, I do." Michael whispered back.
"That's amazing!"
Michael chuckled and held Rosabel close in his lap. He could feel her breathing, but they were small, fast breaths, almost like it was painful for her to breathe. Michael wanted to cry. Seeing a child so young and so hurt broke his heart.
After ten phút the red Mercedes pulled up in front of the local hospital. Michael and Harvey quickly got out and jogged through the automatic front door. To Michael's delight, there weren't that many people around, so he didn't to worry about huge crowds of những người hâm mộ surrounding him. Michael dashed to the reception bàn and asked where the childrens ward was then went up to the third floor in a lift with Harvey. Once on the childrens ward, a nurse a did a couple of quick tests on Rosabel then took her into a small room with a single white bed, a little bàn and some stuffed animals. Then the nurse put an oxygen mask on Rosabel, put a bandage on the wound on her head and hooked her up to machine which showed her tim, trái tim rate and oxygen levels.
"Will she be okay?" Michael asked.
"If everything goes well, then she should be fine in a couple of weeks." The nurse replied.
"Alright then. Lets go Harvey."
"Aren't bạn gonna take your jacket?" Harvey asked Michael.
"No. Rosabel can keep it."
bạn know i think Michael really wanted to change the world. bạn can tell because of his songs like man in the mirror,heal the heal world,earth song,black hoặc white,and they don't care about us. and it is so sad that he pasted and when i looked at the video they don't care about us i really started to cry becuase is was so happy to see all the people that loved him and saw him. i mean he was and still the king of pop. i mean Michael had kids,family, and những người hâm mộ and Michael song bạn are not alone in so meaningful atfer his death. :( I tình yêu bạn MICHAEL!!!
There were no albums bigger than Thriller and Bad, and Jackson seemed to be just entering his prime as an artist.
In hindsight, considering the astonishing heights he hit in the 1980s, maybe there was nowhere to go but down. On hàng đầu, đầu trang of the world profeessionally, his persional affairs increasingly came under the microscope and seemed to gradually bleed the life and vibrancy out of the mercurial artist.
The new decade sarted off with Jackson in the studio, recording his new album, Dangerous. Jackson had recently signed a 15-years, six-record deal with sony, and if the singer was able to deliver sales numbers comparable to what he đã đăng in the 1980s, the deal was estimated to have an earing power of up to $1 billion.
Dangerous got off to a great start-it debuted at number one and quickly outpaced the sales of Bad.