The Bad Boy's Girl: Sequel to The Bad Boy's Mystery (On HOLD)

Chapter 9: Bruised Love

Emma's P.O.V

I quickly push through all the people on the bus and get out, rushing into the building. As I push through the revolving doors, the receptionist greets me with a warm smile.

     "Hello. Can I help you?" She speaks.

     "Yes, I'm here for Justin Manning..." I reply, biting my lip impatiently. The tears were at the brim of my eyes again, threatening me to let them flow.

     "Ah, yes. He's room number 362 on the fifth floor." She smiles. I couldn't bring myself to smile back; I was in pain. I rush to the elevators and press the button. My fingers find themselves tapping against my thighs in impatience. The elevator gets here before the doors open, revealing an old guy with a wheelchair as he gets off. I walk inside and click the 5th floor.  When I reach the 5th floor, I get off and search for room 362, often bumping into staff or patients. I apologize for not paying attention and continue my search. I finally come across the numbers hung above the room. Standing outside, I see his mother crying. I walk up to her as she wipes her tears away.

     "Oh, Emma. I'm glad you're here." Amy cries. "My baby..."

     "Is he okay? How's he doing?" I ask.

     "They just shifted him to the room. I just went in there. He's not awake yet." She replies.

     "What happened?" I inquire.

     "I don't know, they just told me he was in a motorcycle accident. They don't know how it happened. We have to wait until he wakes up for him to tell us exactly what happened." She answers.

     "May I go in?" I ask once again.

     "Yes, of course, sweetheart."

     "Thanks."

I take a breath before I slowly push the door open. My eyes make their way to the monitors hooked up on him. His forehead had a patch on the side and wires ran into the top of his hand and forearm. His leg was bandaged and elevated. His face was covered in minor bruises along with his arms. I walk over to the chair and sit, staring at him.

He still looked handsome despite all the damage but seeing him this way made my heart ache. The tears begin to flow, seeing him in this state. I reach out and hold his hand. His fingers, a bit cold, grab my own.

     "Justin?!" I move to the tip of my seat, waiting on his response.

He groans in pain as he shifts slightly.

     "Oh my god! Please be alright." I pray.

His dark blue eyes slowly open and glance around the room before they lay themselves on me.

     "Who... Who are you?" He asks.

     "Why would you ask that? I'm.. I'm Emma. Remember?"

     "Emma?? I don't remember an Emma. Where's my mom?"

  He couldn't remember me? Why couldn't he remember me? Was this going to be permanent?

     "No... Please. This can't be happening!" I let his hand go, crying. He grabs my hand causing me to look up.

     "Emma? I'm only kidding!" His hoarse voice calls out. "I know who you are, Emma Chambers."

     "Why would you do that to me? You're in the hospital, don't play jokes on me like that. What if something really happened to you? Huh?" I sniffle. " I don't know what I would do."

     "If anything happened to me, trust me, I'll always come back to you. I'll find a way back. I promise." He coughs slightly.

     "Do you want some water? Maybe, I should call the doctor?" I ask.