Miley paced back and forth in the hallway as they all waited for some news on Demi. Everyone was here. Demi's family, Joe and his brothers, Justin, and some of Demi's best friends that she wasn't well acquainted with. Demi was her best friend and if she wasn't okay and if her baby wasn't okay then she was gonna kill Wilmer. Everyone knew what had happened. It was all over the news. There were reporters and paparazzi standing outside of the hospital. Everyone was worried. There was something special about Demi that caused her to be loved by everyone.
"I want Demi!" Lexi called out, saying what everyone was thinking. She collapsed in Justin's arms and Miley went to sit on Liam's lap, digging her head into his neck.
Joe couldn't keep still. He had to be doing something. He had heard what was happening while it was happening. He couldn't believe he had let Wilmer move into his house. Wilmer was an asshole. Even when they had been best friends and Wilmer was with Demi, he knew Wilmer was an asshole. There was so much about their relationship he didn't know but he knew that when they were together, Demi never looked happy. She always looked scared and Wilmer had come off as the controlling type.
"Demetria Jonas?" Joe shot up along with everyone else and the nurse guided them all back to the women and children's ward. She said only one person could go in at a time. Everyone let Joe go in first because that is his wife.
"Her wrist has been sprained and she has been having back spasms since she came here. But the baby is fine, nothing happened to it. Demi will probably be experiencing some post traumatic stress but she should be okay. But, I need you to take me very seriously when I say that she can not be stressed during this pregnancy. I don't know what you need to do to make that happen, but when she came here her blood pressure was extremely high. She could've lost the baby. I'm putting her on bed rest for the rest of the week but after that I really need her to be stress free," the doctor explained as Joe nodded. He just wanted to see Demi. He would keep her stress free and make sure that she never had to move a muscle for the next five months if that meant that her and the baby would stay safe.
"You can see her now," Joe went into the room and blinked away his tears as he saw the love of his life, his best friend, laying helpless in a hospital bed. Demi hated hospitals. She had told him that so many times. She had on a hospital gown and an oxygen mask was secured on her face. But she looked calm. She looked peaceful. Too peaceful. He checked her heart monitors before he went to sit by her. They were still going strong.
"Dems," he placed a warm hand on her cool arm and guided it down over her "stay" tattoo. The other wrist was in a plastered cast that he knew Demi would hate.
Demi's eyes fluttered open and she looked around the barren hospital room. It was big and filled with "get well soon" cards and teddy bears. Demi's eyes landed on Joe who was watching her carefully. She ripped the mask off her face and sat up, groaning at the pain in her back. Her eyes darted from side to side as everything came back to her. Wilmer. The ambulances. The baby. Her panic. Joe.
Her heart picked up and her breathing became uneven and Joe laid her back down on the bed, placing the oxygen mask back on her face. She needed to be calm.
"Demi, baby, listen to me. I need you to stay calm for yourself and the baby. Think about the baby okay. You can't be stressed out," Demi's eyes closed as Joe was speaking to her and Joe sat back in the chair as her heart slowed down and she went back to sleep. These next few days were gonna be tough.
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Joe watched as Miley shook her head and sat back down with everyone else. Demi still wasn't awake. It had been five hours and half of the people had went home. The only people that stayed was Dallas, Justin and Lexi, Miley, and Nick.
