Stay away!

Concert and go.

Justins POV:
I open my eyes and i'm met with a great white and grayish ceiling. Where am i? I remember a car ride and after that everything went black. Is this the police station? I look around and i'm in a bed. A blanket around me and my head is resting on a pillow. I must say i still feel a little uneasy. But that's because i have drank to much ofcourse. My head hurts and my tummy wants the alcohol out. But further than that i'm okay. I look besides me and see an IV stand. I'm confused. Is this an hospital? I lock eyes with the string attached to the IV and started following it. Where does it go? The last part goes under the blanket where i lay under. That's odd. I move the blanket and freaked out. IT'S INSIDE MY HAND!! Fastly i pull it out of my hand. Blood flows everywhere shit. I put the tape over the wound i just created and wanted to stand up. But before i get my toes on the ground an officer walks in.
'Everyting alright here buddy?' He asks friendly. I hate it when people refrer to me as buddy. Im not a young kid anymore! Im 18! 'Yes now please leave' i say. 'You don't look okay to me. Blood is everywhere on your wrist and blanket, is there something wrong with the IV?' I thought. Is there something wrong? No right? Just a little blood on my right wrist. And my after alcohol sickness. And mabye i have sweat a little because my shirt and pants are wet. Whoeps. But nothing to worry about. 'No there is nothing wrong. Why the IV in the first place! Im not sick. So i put it out, it was useless. And now i want to go home'. I say.

'The IV was because you fainted buddy. There wasn't enough nutriens in your system to keep up with you. So the ambulance had given you an IV. And stated that it is good for you to come by an hospital very soon. Because they think your not okay. And because you ripped it out. It's bleeding now. Wait here i will pick up some bandages'. After he left. I'm pissed. First don't fk call me buddy and second i'm not sick dumbasses!! I will not wait, i'm just going. I stand up and walk to the door. By now i see that i'm in a cell. Wtf. The door opens and i see the same officer come up to me. Oh for fuckshake. He takes my right arm. I try to wiggle free but it's no use. He started take off all the tape. By now i see a lot more blood. I felt uneasy looking at it. Mabye i was wrong about the blood.. the officer takes an cold medical wipe and sweeps all the blood off. Then he takes the bandages and wraps it around my right wrist. He pins it thight and says 'done, so that must feel better. Right?' I admit it does. I look him in the eyes and nod softly. I'm not in the mood to speak any longer. 'The chief had called someone to pick you up. Are you good enough to wait here? Or must i place you back in the cell waiting?' I nod. Great scooter will be pissed. More likely he will pick me up and start yelling the first steps he set in this place. I walk to a bench and sit down. I will wait. The officer from before start talking again. 'Great choice. I will explain what we wants from you further in you case' i nod and half listen to what he's saying. If you want cash, you get it dude. I have plenty, who cares. And i can't get to loose the sentence he said to me. You don't look okay. It that true? There is nothing wrong with me, why do i felt weird when he said that. I was in deep thoughs because i didn't notice that scooter was already in the building

Scooters POV
I run outside to my car. Started the engine and drove off to the police station. I'm so pissed at Justin. Why does he do this? Why! I raced through the streets. I hope nobody sees it. In no time i'm infront of the police office. In Big blue letters on the builing is writting Atlanta Police department. I park the car and run inside. A lovely lady greeted me at the intake desk. 'Hello sir, can i help you?' 'Hi, i'm looking for Justin. I'm family and they called that I can pick him up' 'I see. Is his lastname Bieber?' 'Yes it is' 'right, walk in. On your left first door. A colleague will meet you up there'. 'Thanks' i say to the nice lady and walk in.

I follow the directions and came to an halt infront of a metal door. 'Family of mister Bieber?' I freaked out. I didn't noticed the officer behind me. 'Yes' 'come with me, sir.' And he opens the metal door. Behind the door was a room with a desk, benches and three celdoors. On one of the benches sits Justin. His head is in his hands. I can see he is in distress. He is breathing heavily and isn't aware of his surroundings. I walk closer.