The paramedics came and treated Michael. The hooked
up an IV and put Michael on the gurney. "We are taking
him to Hollywood Prespterian hospital." "Okay! I'll follow
in my car." Michael didn't want to let go. "Ju...liette..
I...lo...p... you... ssst...aayy......" Michael held her
hand tight. "I'm coming with you. In my car. She made
motion to indicate driving her car. "I love you Michael."
Leaning over to kiss him. She smiled softly at him.
The paramedics thought okay whatever but hurried him
to the ambulance. They left with sirens blaring. The
police said they'd have to report to the state depart-
ment. "Do what you have to but if they try to hurt him
or make him stay in the LAX airport terminal again. I
will file charges against the government for unlawful
detainment, and violation of human civil rights and I
will win. I've already contacted a lawyer yesterday on
his behalf just in case!" Juliette sped away after the
ambulance.
HOLLYWOOD PRESBATERIAN HOSPITAL......
The doctors in the emergency room worked on Michael
to save him. The cut was bad. It nicked his gall bladder
and spleen but they were able to repair both with little
recurring damage or medical issues. The scar on him would
be only two inches long and with time shrink more. They
did it in suck a way that it would be a thin line and
nothing more.
Juliette was walking back and forth in the waiting room.
She was scared and nervous. The doctor came out to her.
"Michael Jackson?" "Me! That's me! How is he?" "I'm
Doctor Cavanah. Michael came through well. He'll mend
just fine and can go home in two days. He's lucky you
found him and cared for him." "Thank god. Can I see him?"
"Oh, yes. Yes. He's in room 4209 on the forth floor."
"Thank you." Juliette raced up the elevator to the room.
She wanted to be with Michael.
ROOM 4209...
Juliette hurried in. Michael laid in bed he was still
asleep from the surgery. Juliette leaned over and kissed
him. Then she sat next to him and took his hand resting
her head on his chest. Closing her own eyes, Juliette
fell fast asleep.
Michael woke to a weight on his chest. Fearful at first
seeing he was in a hospital somewhere. His eyes darted
around the room, then they came to rest on the head of
the weight that was on his chest. He raised his hand and
gently caressed the hair back. "Juliette...." He whispered.
Juliette's eyes open. "Hmmmm......" Seeing Michael looking
back at her filled her heat with so much love and happiness.
"Michael. Thank god." She stood and kissed Michael. "I love
you." Michael sobbed. "I love you too.....Aghju fattu un vosi
pi fari 'na surprisa per voi. cibo Cook per voi. Aghju vulsutu
vi mostra quantu vi vùagliu beni e quantu spiciali tù sì à mè.
Mi vogghiu maritari voi. Lasciate dì tù mi Mulateri Di
L'maritari e pirduna u mio ignuranza di lingua inglese." (I
just wanted to make a surprise for you. Cook food for you. I
wanted to show you how much I love you and how special you
are to me. I want to marry you. Please say you'll marry me
and forgive my ignorance of English.) "I don't know every-
thing you said but....I don't care about anything but you.
Yes. I will marry you. I don't want to lose you. I almost
lost you last night. I couldn't bare it to lose you again.
Yes! Yes! I love you! I'll marry you!" Juliette smiled. "You....
may...re....me? I love you me...wi...ummm...wife?" Juliette
nods. "Yes!" Michael smiled and kissed Juliette so lovingly.
He held her to his heart. Tears fell but this time they
were tears of joy. Juliette too. Kissing him over and over.
A doctor walked in later and brought an interpretor.
"Bonghjornu, Michael Jackson. Iu sugnu Victor Blevins
da u Dipartimentu Statu. König per li turmenti, eranu
cotti à u campu d 'aviazione. Chistu nun era quarchi
cosa di noi sanatorium e signor Di Leo mai ne stete in
cuntattu cù nuatri dunca nun capisci ca ti eranu sempre
quì, è e cose avianu escalated stu longu per voi. Nuàutri
nun partiri populu crozza supra li strati, di quarchi
cosa ca iddi nun appi risurtati di cuntrollu supra li
cuvirnanti tab." (Hello, Michael Jackson. I'm Victor
Blevins from the state department. We are sorry for the
way you were treated at the airport. This was not some-
thing we sanctioned and Mr. Di Leo never stayed in touch
with us so we didn't realize that you were still here and
things had escalated this long for you. We don't leave
people homeless on the street for something that they
had no control over their governments coo.) The man
said. "Mi ne impippu. Iu nun fari nenti, è tuttu ciò
ch'elli fàccianu si mi fai stari in u campu d 'aviazione
à LAX in terminal 7 mi si desi una cinquantina di u
vostru euru US e allura chista nun avissi mai più parlà
incù mè quandu aghju pruvatu à p'attruvari ciò chì
andavanu nant'à s'ellu si avìa statu in cuntattu cù i
vostri ufficiu. Sta donna quì, s'arrisicau a so vita
volte à salvà à mè. A mera stranieru. Ma avà. Emu falatu
in amore. Era amore a prima vista. so mi vogghiu cu mia.
Vogliu di spusà la. Fate u mio moglia. Idda dissi sì.
Idda l' insignava à mè inglese e Je cherche insignava
à i so Crouse. tutte Vuliu era a glòria, ma òmu mamma
in Croanan. Idda amori di Jazz e havi lu Autografi di
tutti li Granni ma dizzy Gilespie e poi mi andavanu à
andà in u ritornu casa. I prevista solu nantu à esse u
so quattru ghjorni. Avà ..." (I don't care. I didn't do
anything and all they would do is make me stay in the
airport at LAX in terminal 7 they gave me fifty of your
US dollars and then they wouldn't talk with me when I
tried to find out what was going on if they had been in
touch with your office. This woman here risked her life
twice to save me. A mere stranger. But now. We have fallen
in love. It was love at first sight. I want her with me.
I want to marry her. Make her my wife. She said yes. She's
teaching me English and I am teaching her Crouse. All
I wanted was to honor my dying mother in Croanan. She
loves Jazz and has the autographs of all the greats
but Dizzy Gilespie and then I was going to go on back
home. I only planned on being her four days. Now...)
Michael begins to sob. "Aghju pruvatu di cridenza
ribumbarà me matri e u solcu telefunu internaziunali sò
falà tantu nun mi puteva arrivare à traversu. Ùn vogliu
micca ..... ùn vogliu mancu sapiri siddu ...." (I tried
calling my mother and the international phone lines are
down so I couldn't get through. I don't .....I don't
even know if....) Michael sobbed. Juliette held him.
"Ssssshhhh....it's okay...sssshhh...Michael....." "Iu
sugnu di fideltà scusa. Aghju fattu u cuntattu tò matri.
Idda d'Lettera. Idda lu sapi tù sì Lettera. aghju trovu
capiri d'unni putìa dizzy Gilespie è è li dumandò à vene
vede voi. Iddu hè nantu à a so manera. Allora Corsu a
francisata troppu statu urdinatu a dàriti dames u vostru
passaportu è un bigliettu Festa e cumpagnìa. You sò senza
lascià party vo vulete nantu à i guverni US Dime. Nannuccia.
Avemu lu nnomu di stu bruttu e cchiù pisanti." (I'm truly
sorry. I did contact your mother. She's okay. She knows
you are okay. I found out where Dizzy Gilespie is and
asked him to come see you. He's on his way. Then I've
been ordered to give you back your passport and visa and
airline tickets. You are free to leave anytime you want
on the US governments dime. Again. We apologize for this
horrible mistake.)