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Another Part Of Me - Part 13

"Hello, please, um, we need police right now," said Michael to a girl passing by. "AAAAHHH! Ohmygod, Michael Jackson, can I get an autograph?" "Uhm, can you call 9..." "Can you give me an autograph?" she cut in. "I am Lilly. My name is Lilly. Sign it for Lilly," she said, holding out a peice of paper. "Uh..." Michael reached for a pen. "F**k the damn autograph that's my baby!" I shouted, pointing to Thomas, speeding out of sight. Michael continued to sign. "Michael! YOUR BABY, MICHAEL!!" Michael dropped the pen. "Sorry. We gotta go," he said to Lilly. "You'll forget me!" said Lilly, crying. "No, I won't, Lilly is a great-" I pulled Michael's arm towards a taxi stand.

"What? A CAB??" asked Michael. "Get used to lower class," I told him and jumped into na cab. "But..." "Get in, damn, can't you ride without a limo for once?" Michael got in hesitantly. "Never been in a proper car?" I teased. "Not much," he admitted. "Follow that car!" I yelled and the cab speeded up. I looked behind us and realised there was another cab right behind us. I looked closely and realised it was LaToya and Jermaine. "Well it looks like another limo rider Jackson took a sacrifice!" I giggled. "Well, you can say I never ride in a car but I can say YOU never ride in a limousine, and never did," he replied. "Yeah, I would prefer being in a limo if I could. I would like to be in a limousine, but I never have been." "I can see to that," Michael smiled. I grinned at him.

Then I seen something:

The police were awfully close to Thomas's car. But suddenly, Thomas swerved around into a feild and the police cars nearly crashed into a house chasing after him. But they'd obviously done this before, as they turned and caught up with him quick. When the driver of our cab came to the field, he stopped suddenly. "I can't follow. I can't go on into the field. I'm sorry," he explained. "It's O..." Michael started and stopped when he realised I was already a hundred yards away from him following the police chase. "Well I guess she's left the fare to me," Michael giggled. "Sure, I can't complain. Thank you. Here's a tip - you did all you can. Thanks again." He climbed out and ran after me. "Well that was a... Britney??"

I ran further in front of a police car, when I felt something come into the back of me. Everything went hazy and I couldn't see anything. "Ah... My arm... It's killing me," I cried, but I wasn't sure if anyone heard.

I realised I had been run over.

"Heeeeeeelllllllllppp....." I murmered slowly. Then I couldn't help closing my eyes.

FROM MICHAEL'S VIEW:

I ran over. All the cars stopped and I ran into the middle of them and realised Britney was lying there. Her leg was in a bad position and I feared that she had broken it. Then I heard beeping behind me and I turned around. Janet was driving towards me in a cab. She braked right in front of me and hopped out. "The driver wouldn't go on the field so I hijacked the cab," she explained. "But Janet, you can't drive." "Yeah... I know, but... It had to be done." All of the police officers had crowded around Britney, looking at her leg and face. "JANET, GET AN AMBULANCE!" I yelled and realised what was going on. "Where?" she asked. "CALL BOX!" I screamed, pointing to the public phone quite far away, but visible enough. "A PUBLIC PHONE BOX? Are you MAD?" she yelled. "DO IT! Britney could be DYING over here!"

Janet ran to the phone box without hesitation. I pushed through the police officers. "Is she OK?" I asked. "She is still breathing. It is not major at the moment, but she could get into the state of critical condition."

Janet ran back, out of breath. "Does... Not... work... out... of... or-*GASP*-der..." she breathed and lay down on the grass. "CAN SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING??!!" I yelled. Suddenly a load of ambulance men arrived and ran up to Britney.

"Thank goodness! I never thought you were coming!" I cried. Behind them LaToya and Jermaine ran towards me. "What's happenin' here? Who's ill?" asked LaToya. "Britney... she got run over," said Janet, who was now standing up in a fit condition. Then I seen Britney hurry past me on a stretcher. "We're taking her in," one of the emergency men told me. "Can I go with her?" I asked. "Sorry, no." "Why?" I asked in disbelief. "Oh OK, but you can't talk to her when she is awake and you can't touch her. She is believed to have many broken bones."

I went with Brit in the ambulance and finally arrived at the hospital. When I got there there were lots of people waiting just inside. "Where is Britney Summers?" asked a woman whom I soon realised was her mother. "Erm, excuse me?" I asked. "Yes?" a blonde girl with a bob haircut, standing next to Britney's mom, turned around. "Britney is here. She got run over by a car," I explained. "Oh. Well this is Mom, this is Paige, Hilda, I'm Cina, and this is Alicia. Oh, and Harry." Everyone said hello. "Well maybe we had better see if she's okay," I said. Everyone followed me up to the room that Britney was in. "We usually have a rule of no visitors more than three at a time, but we can make an exeption for you," said the doctor. "What, 'cos he's Michael Jackson?" asked Cina. "Well... yeah," the doctor replied. Everyone poured into the room. "Wow, being famous is annoying sometimes!" I exclaimed.

The doctor came into the room. "I'm afraid she may not have much time left."

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

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