Zustin - Tightrope

LA

JUSTIN'S POV
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My whole body is hurting, my throat feels like I've swallowed a thousand needles.

Waking up feels like swimming through thick, dark syrup. I fight to the surface, every part of my body aching, my head pounding with a dull, insistent throb. The first thing I notice is the sound of the beeping, rhythmic and constant, accompanied by the low murmur of voices. My eyes flutter open, a ray on sunshine hitting me right in the eyes.

I try to move, but my body feels heavy and unresponsive. Panic starts to bubble up inside of me. I look around and I see the faces of everyone I love, my family. I see Zayn, I heard him whispering something but I cannot make out the words. And I guess my brain has been very bored because I really can't help myself. "Who, who, who are you?" I stutter out. He look away from me, and I immediately feel terrible.

My eyes lock onto Zayn's when he once again looks at me. "Just kidding." I smile. "God baby, my throat hurts more than when you mouth fucked me." I whisper out, my throat really hurting. And as a lot of times before, they look at me like I'm insane.

The room fills with activity as doctors and nurses goes around me doing god knows what, but all I see is Zayn. His hand is clutching onto mine, refusing to let go when the doctors tries to get in between, so they let him sit. The medical team checks my vitals, their voices a blur of medical jargon.

"Mr. Bieber." One of the doctors finally says, adrsssing me directly. "You've been through quite an ordeal. You were attacked and suffered significant injuries, including a severe head trauma causing brain bleeds, and internal injuries in you abdomen. We performed surgery to stop the bleeds, and to relieve pressure from the brain swelling. You've been in a coma for almost four days."

"Four days? Really?" I ask, my mind feeling foggy.

"Yes sir." She nods kindly.

"Oh no, then I missed the new 911 episode, please no one spoil it." I say when I realize it must be Friday.

The doctors and nurses looks at me like I'm absolutely insane, but the people who knows me just looks at me with so much love my whole body is filling with happiness, even though the immense pain.

"Sir, you've been through a serious trauma. It's bordering a miracle that you're awake." A nurse says, looking at me like she's in some type of shock.

"I'm all about miracles, have you seen my ass? And to think I haven't squatted a day in my life." I joke, my throat still sore. "God it would be so annoying if I died right? I just bought new books about the Salem Witch Trails and they were freaking expensive."

"Yes you fucking idiot it would've been so annoying if you died. I fucking hate you." Mia sobs, about to throw herself onto me but she stops herself, knowing how hurt I am. She kisses me carefully on my cheek, crying so hard she has to gasp for air.

"Justin honey, let's be serious for just a second please sweetheart, how are you feeling, how's your throat, are you breathing well?" Sven asks me seriously.

"Well I do enjoy having a dick in my mouth but that tube thing really made my throat hurt. Does anyone have a picture of it?" I ask looking around at them. "Also why are you all crying?"

"BECAUSE YOU ALMOST DIED YOU FUCKING CUNT WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" William yells out, tears flowing down his face.

"Would you be sad if I die?" I smile.