Don't Play With Me // A Zendaya {and Justin Bieber} Fanfiction

Twenty

*Justin's POV*

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Uh, hi. My friend, i think she, uh.. had an overdose. A uh, drug overdose." I managed to get out.

"Sir, I'm going to need an address."

"Uh, yeah sure. It's 8264 Jaxldine Avenue." I spoke with panic dripping from every word.

"We'll be there as soon as posible."

"Thank you" I said before the line went dead.

I threw my phone on Zendaya's bed and knealed next to her and picked her up into my arms.

I slowly walked downstairs and took a seat on the couch.

It felt like ages waiting for the slow ass ambulance to come. Like damn, she's probably dying and they're just taking their sweet time.

"You'll be ok. I promise." I whispered to Zendaya before giving her a kiss on her forehead.

Soon later, a paramedic barged through the front door of her house, making me jump.

He stole her lifeless body out of my arms and placed her on a stretcher.

I followed Zendaya to the ambulance and stayed on for the ride to the hospital, holding her hand the whole time.

***

We arrived at the hopsital probably ten minutes later which felt like a never ending ride.

They sprinted her through the emergency department, but restricted my access.

I rolled my eyes and took a seat in the waiting area.

I mostly sat looking down and tapping my foot in impatience but my eyes were starting to droop closed and my mind was started to fall in and out of sleep.

I leaned my head on hand and started to drift off to sleep.

***

I was rudely awaken my someone who was shaking me and occasionally poking me on the arm.

My eyes slowly fluttered open to see some lady in a nurse's uniform.

"Hi sir, who are you here for?"

"Zendaya Coleman"

"Let me just check my files for the latest update, please come with me."

I got up slowly following the lady, stretching or yawning every so often.

"So, Zendaya Coleman... ahh yes." She dragged, looking through some files. "Yeah, she's fine now. You can pay her a visit if you'd like."

"Yeah sounds good." I tried to say with the most expression possible.

"Room 242." She smiled signaling to thr door behind her for me to enter.

"Thank you" I spoke returning the smile, then walking away.

I walked down the hallway, scanning side to side taking in ever room number.

237. 238. 239. 240. 241. 242.

Here we are.

I placed my hand on the door handle and turned it slowly.

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