If I Die... (Final Ending to Deadly in Love)

Chapter 37

(Christie's pov)
"I'm so sorry, Christie."
Justin held me close to his warmth and calmed down.
"Where's everyone?"
I noticed everybody was gone.
"I made them leave."
He smiled weakly. I smiled back crookedly; then I slapped him.
"Why did you leave me?! I thought you were hurt!"
I exclaimed in tears. Justin clenched his jaw then sighed in guilt.
"I didn't feel like I should be with you after I hurt you."
He responded shamefully.
"I thought you'd be gone for a few days, not 2 fucking weeks!"
I cried and hugged him close, because that's all that could make me anything-close-to-okay.
"I'm sorry, Christie. Don't worry about me. I'm ok. I just can't forgive myself."
He hugged back.
"It's ok, Justin. I know you didn't mean it."
I caressed his red cheek, where I slapped him.
"You slap hard, baby."
Justin chuckled lowly.
"Sorry."
I cracked a weak smile and lightly kissed his cheek.
"I deserved it."
He shrugged then cuddled me on the hospital bed.
"I missed you so much, Justin."
I wanted to hold Drew, but Ryan has him.
"I missed you too, baby."
Justin kissed my head before we fell asleep.
-7am-
I gasped awake with my stomach aching, and sweat was slightly built up on my forehead. My back and head were hurting.
"Christie, baby, what's wrong?"
Justin's voice was filled with concern.
"Mm, I don't feel good, Justin."
I whimpered and moaned painfully. Justin hopped out of bed then dodged out the door. He came back with a nurse, who then injected me with medicine. She placed an ice pack on my head then gave me more medicine in a small cup.
"This should help soothe the pain a bit..."
The nurse told both me and Justin.
"...Your doctor wants to speak with you. Oh, and Mrs, Bieber, I'll bring you some crackers."
The nurse gave me a demanding look; then she left.
"I'm guessing I fucked that up too."
Justin muttered guiltily.
"It's fine. They're just giving me a hard time."
I reached my hand out to him to hold.
"Well, you do need to eat."
He took my hand and kissed it.
"Here you go, Mrs. Bieber."
The nurse gave me some water and 6 crackers; then she stood waiting for me to eat.
"Oh, don't worry, ma'am. I got this. You can leave. I'm sure you've got other things to do."
Justin cut in, and the nurse nodded then left the room again.
"Christie, you have to eat at least 3."
He handed me a cracker, and I poorly nibbled on it.
"...Try it like this, bae."
He took the cracker back then broke it into fourths.
"Open up."
He ordered, and I reluctantly opened my mouth. Justin popped one of the pieces in my mouth.
"Ok, now eat it."
He placed his fingers under my chin, as if he could hold my mouth closed. I chewed hesitantly and swallowed the calories with regret.
"That wasn't so bad, baby."
Justin grabbed another piece of the cracker. Oh, but it was bad. I wanted to cry and choke the food out.
"Christie, you need to eat to stay healthy. You don't need to lose any more weight. I swear if you lose another pound, it'll be the death of you. As long as you don't eat tons of junk food, you're ok. I promise you'll be ok. I need you to eat. It's not gonna kill you."
He stroked my jawline with tenderness.
"How much do I have to eat?"
I swallowed painfully.
"As much as it takes to get you healthy again."
He popped the piece of cracker in my mouth.
"How much do I have to weigh?"
I chewed the cracker, still wanting to spit it out.
"You're perfect no matter what. I didn't marry you because of your weight or because of your looks. I married you because I love you. I love every fucking thing about you, even if some of them can kill you."
Justin slipped my wedding ring back on my finger, where it forever belongs.
-11am-
(Justin's pov)
Christie and I were resting, waiting for the others and Drew to return.
"Excuse me, am I interrupting something?"
A lady, the doctor I talked with a while back, entered the room.
"No."
I noticed Christie tense up a little.
"Now that you've finally returned, I highly suggest that Christie gets her disorders treated."
The doctor, Dr. Woods, told me with seriousness.
"Does she have to?"
I sat up straight and asked her.
"Yes, she's been dealing with this for a while, and she isn't getting any better. I know a good place outside of town for her to go."
Dr. Woods suggested.
"Ok, I'll talk to Christie and see where she decides to go."
I gave Christie a serious look.
"Ok, call me within the next week or so when you decide."
With that said, the doctor left.
"Alright, Christie. It's up to you. It's either you get better, or you're going away. If you want to stay with me, you have to get better, because I won't hesitate to say yes to that doctor."
I threatened her. It's the only way to get her better, and I'm desperate as fuck.
"No...I promise I'll get better, Justin. Please don't send me away. I want to stay with you."
Christie began to tear up with her voice cracking.
"Then that's what we'll do. They're not letting you out of here, but I'll take care of that. Don't worry."
I held her in my arms and kissed her temple.
"I hope you like donuts!"
Za and the others bursted in.
"Oops, sorry, wrong time?"
Stacy spoke in a shushed tone.
"No, you're fine."
I kept Christie in arms.
"You want a donut?"
Za offered, and accepted it.
"Let's share it."
I whispered to Christie, and thankfully she nodded. I tore the donut in half and handed it to her. She still seemed uneasy, but she ate it.
"Oh, here's Drew."
Brie handed Drew to us, and I smiled and kissed his head.
"Christie hasn't been out of this room for weeks. I think you should take her outside, bro."
Ryan suggested.
"You want to, baby?"
I held Drew as I sat up.
"Ok"
She nodded, and I helped her up. She didn't have any wires on her anymore, so she can walk without dragging anything with her.
"Can you walk ok?"
I helped her stand with the help of Ryan. I only have one arm since I'm carrying Drew.
"I get a little dizzy, but I can walk."
Christie stood and clung onto my free arm for support. My hands are now full. Drew's on my right, and Christie's on my left. I can see how she would get dizzy. She probably hit her head on the wall or floor that night.
"You feel ok?"
I looked at her with concern.
"Yea"
She nodded; then I led her out the door.
"You guys coming?"
I asked the others.
"Oh, yea, if it's fine with you."
Khalil shrugged.
"I don't mind."
I continued to lead Christie out. She's walking pretty well while holding my hand.

(A/N: Hey guys! Btw I won't be posting on Friday bc I have a funeral to go to. I'll be posting on Sunday tho💜)

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