Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 59

Zayn

"W-where are we going?" I stuttered, my whole body felt like an icicle, my hands burned painfully and my face felt frozen.
"To the city, we'll see if you get warm again. And that you get to see a doctor," Justin replied as he pushed me further through the trees. I leaned on him fully, because I could just put one foot down.
I could feel his body heat, warming my side as I let out a shuddering breath. My spine ached, my legs jolted, and my chest felt like an igloo had been built on top of it. Every little breath of cold air made me shiver more, and I could barely feel my face.
"D-do you even know how long you have to go?" I asked, not wanting to get lost and distract myself.
"We'll get there, Wifey. Don't worry, just make sure you stay warm," and he rubbed my sides, making me gasp at the warmth.
As I nuzzled my face into his neck, I realized how cold he must be. "J-justin, you're freezing." Guilt clenched my insides, because I was wearing his jacket and scarf, and I was still cold. I shouldn't even be complaining. Justin wasn't wearing a jacket, and he didn't whine one bit.
"I'm fine, Wifey. Don't worry about me. Just stay awake," he whispered as we struggled to get through the melting snow.
"I-I'm so cold, J-justin," I almost cried as the cold gusted through my layers of clothing and into my heart with another gust of wind.
"I know, I know. But you can do it, you can do it. How's your foot?" he asked, noticing that I hadn't even put my foot down.
When he mentioned it, pain shot through my ankle, and the cold only made it worse. "I-it s-fucking hurts."
It felt like my foot had been chewed up by dogs, or something, like someone had tried to cut it off with a simple knife but hadn't been able to because they hit the bone. I hated how I fell down that damn slope, I hated how I lost my coordination, I hated how I couldn't keep my balance.
He sighed. "I know, but I promise we'll find you a doctor and he can bandage your ankles," he tried to reassure me, but all hope had left me when the cold came. "
See? We're almost there, I can already see the trail, we just have to run down there and we're in town." Justin's voice took on a hopeful tone and he picked up speed.
And then I realized he was right. We reached the hiking trail, I recognized the trees we had passed before. You could see our footprints and a small spark of hope jumped up in me too. I tried to take some of the weight off Justin, because his breathing was heavy as he ran slowly and was freezing.
He seemed to notice this and pushed me against him again. "You shouldn't put so much weight on your foot, it's okay, lean on me, Wifey."
I wanted to protest but I was too weak and cold to even get a word out, my throat was dry as sandpaper and my lips were probably as blue as cranberries. I licked them briefly but that was probably a mistake because they only got colder.
"We just have to walk that little bend there, okay, Wifey? And then I'll make you a nice cup of tea because you're British and you like that shit." Even when we were freezing our arses off and I was limping he still had the humor to make a stupid joke.
"A-arsehole."
He just laughed and carried on walking us down the hill, the town came into view with every single step and now you could even see it, we were getting closer and then the exhaustion took over. I could feel my muscles weakening and I couldn't control the shaking anymore.
I could feel the hypothermia seeping through my bones, my heart felt like ice and my fingertips burned and were bright red. I could barely breathe.
"J-justin." I whimpered, my body almost giving up.
"Wifey, stay awake." he ordered me as he shook my body a little, my neck weak, leaning against his neck.
I tried to do what he said, I tried so damn hard. I was just trying to keep my eyes open but the cold took over. My heart began to slow its rhythm as I felt my whole body freeze. I couldn't stop the cold no matter how hard I tried.

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Narrator

Justin could feel his wifey's body going limp, he could feel the weight that was now completely pressing down on him and he struggled to keep it upright. Justin was freezing himself and he could feel his own body getting completely cold.
Cold and cold, that never worked. Justin wanted his wifey as hot as fire, he was, but the attractiveness didn't match his body temperature. Justin couldn't give up like Zayn had, he had to get them both to safety.
They couldn't just die here in the woods in a snowdrift while the others had a snowball fight. He prayed to God that Niall would pull himself together and tell the others about Zayn's fall.
At the thought of Niall, Justin's blood started to boil and he was so close to strangling the Irishman, but he couldn't think about that right now. As much as his teeth were grinding, Niall was right at the bottom of his list of problems right now.
Justin continued to push Zayn's body down the path. The town was getting closer with every little step. He couldn't wait to get his wifey to a warm place where he could thaw out and have his ankles checked.
When Justin reached the edge of the small hill. He let out a long sigh of relief. The hardest part was now over. Still, Zayn's breathing had slowed so drastically that Justin was millimeters away from having a panic attack.
But he couldn't have a panic attack now. His wifey's life was practically in his hands and he wasn't going to let him die. (little dramatic, huh?) He should die when he was a hairless old man, in a warm bed with his family around him. Not in Colorado Springs on the shoulders of Justin Bieber. That really shouldn't be the way he was going.
Justin walked through the small town, aimlessly looking for a clinic, hospital or emergency room. But in vain, he found boutiques and cafes but nothing else. He was so close to giving up, so close to just screaming, he wanted to know why he had put them both in this situation.
Justin didn't want Zayn to die, he wanted him to live, to laugh, to succeed, to make memories, he wanted him to breathe.
Justin couldn't give up, the anger and determination gave him enough strength to keep running down the streets. Zayn's feet dragged on the cobblestones and Justin grimaced at the sound. It sounded like he was dragging a fucking corpse with him.
But Justin wasn't Superman either, he couldn't hold out much longer. His own body was starting to weaken. Sure, he was young, only nineteen, but that didn't mean he was inexhaustible. His body had a limit and he was very close to it. Justin didn't want to break down just yet, he at least wanted to find help or Heidi. He knew she would come looking for him when he didn't come back from his little snowball fight with his wifey.
Then suddenly Justin spotted a small woman, in a thick wool sweater, walking towards a door, not paying much attention to them as if she had her own life and her own much bigger problems.
"Miss!" Justin called weakly, his throat slowly closing from the burning cold.
The woman hadn't heard anything, she was just looking through her purse for the key to the clinic she worked at, she hummed to herself as she rummaged through her purse, sighing in frustration when she couldn't find her keys, she only felt pens, prescriptions and her lunch.
"Ma'am, can you help us?" Justin shouted a little louder, just enough to make the woman sit up.
Her eyes searched briefly and then saw the struggling Justin and the almost lifeless Zayn at his side. She gasped and nodded. "Bring him here!" she called back and turned back to her purse. This time, however, she turned it upside down and promptly emptied everything out. She found her keys after just a few seconds. She unlocked the glass door and she could hear how hard Justin was struggling with the weight on his shoulder.
She immediately rushed over to him, took half of the weight onto her shoulders and breathed a sigh of shock when she felt the man's coldness.
"We need to get you both in there, the heating should be on. Now," she informed Justin, her medical skills kicking in and Justin sighed in relief when he realized he had found help.
She helped Justin carry the freezing Zayn into the white clinic. They were met with such a wall of warmth that Justin almost collapsed on the floor. Justin was still freezing, but he didn't care because he had brought his wifey inside and he knew that this woman could help him.
"Could you maybe tell me what happened now? Why on earth were you outside because of a snowstorm?" she demanded, her soothing voice now a little sharper. She was angry that these two fools had managed to be outside in such a temperature. After she had nursed them back to health, she would give them a hard time.
Justin could barely answer as they laid Zayn in the hospital bed, the nurse threw her coat on the floor and opened a few drawers. "We have to get him out of those clothes, he has severe hypothermia and if we don't get his blood warm again..." she didn't finish her sentence, knowing that Justin could guess what she meant anyway.
Justin was already working on getting the clothes off his wifey's almost numb body, slowly and carefully he pulled the sleeves down the ice cold arms. The woman watched quite confused as the young man in front of her undressed the boy without complaining, she didn't even see a face twisted in disgust.
"Are you sure you don't want me to do that instead of you? I know it can be pretty weird to see another man naked and half frozen," she suggested, trying not to offend him.
Justin shook his head. "I've seen it all anyway," he whispered, not wanting her to touch Zayn unless it was necessary. He was the only one who wanted to take off his clothes. When he got his borrowed jacket off Zayn, he cursed when he saw the wet denim jacket underneath, which had soaked up the melted snow. He lifted Zayn's back and was able to pull it off his shoulders. He was careful and didn't want to hurt his wifey.
The woman was still confused but she understood, friends had to see each other naked all the time these days. "I'm going to get some hot water bottles and all the blankets we have. Strip him down to his underwear, unless those are wet too, then take them off him too," and then she hurried out of the room.
Justin paid no more attention to her, but continued with the gloves, the scarf and the soaking wet beanie. He noticed how snow white Zayn was and his insides clenched. He hated how helpless and lifeless he appeared.
Justin pulled himself out of his thoughts, he had to get this done. He unbuttoned Zayn's dark blue jeans and pulled them down, Justin's fingertips felt how cold the skin underneath was and he wanted to slap himself for not looking after him well enough.
"Who are you? And why are you undressing this man?!" asked another young woman with wide eyes.
"The two boys were almost frozen to ice, the one on the bed has hypothermia, we have to warm them both up." The other woman, who had immediately helped both of them, rushed back into the room laden with thick wool blankets and hot water bottles.
Pamela's mouth formed into an O and she immediately started to work, put her handbag to the side and went over to Zayn.
"I'll take care of this one, you look after the other one. Sorry, love, what's your name?"
"Justin." he said, shocked that she didn't know who he was. But hey, these two women weren't that young to be in his or Zayn's fan base.
"I'm Sherrie and what's your boyfriend's name?" she asked as she began to spread the blankets and hot water bottles on Zayn. She wanted to warm his heart and lungs, the most important organs.
"Z-zayn." Justin managed to say, a little insulted that she had called Zayn a friend. He was his husband, his wifey.
"Can you take off your clothes, honey? We need to warm you up too." Pamele asked, taking some of the blankets Sherrie had brought.
Justin shook his head. "Please, make sure he's okay first. His ankle, he said he sprained it." he protested, wanting to get the women to make sure Zayn got better.
"Sherrie is taking good care of him and we need to make sure you get back on your feet. What would your friend Zayn think? Would he want you to freeze to death for him?" she asked, trying to convince him to get rid of his wet clothes.
Justin couldn't help but smile at her when she asked, Zayn definitely wouldn't want that. And that's why he did what she said. And because he saw that Zayn's skin was turning red again and he was freezing himself. Sherrie now also took care of his ankle.
"Your friend will be fine soon, he really sprained his ankle, but I'll just bandage it and then he'll be okay in a few weeks," she informed Justin.
"He's not my friend." Justin couldn't help but get that off his chest as he got rid of the first two layers of clothing because the last one wasn't soaked.
"Oh?" Pamela wondered. "Did you find him like that?"
Justin shook his head. "H-he's my husband," she croaked, finally admitting it to someone other than himself and Heidi. He couldn't describe how it felt to finally say it out loud.
Neither woman was particularly shocked, they had watched how carefully Justin treated Zayn, how he cared for him. His movements had been gentle and slow, careful not to accidentally hurt the other.
"He'll be fine. I'll keep checking his temperature for the next few hours. Pamela, could you make him some coffee? It'll warm him up from the inside," she ordered Sherrie kindly.
Pamela had put the blankets around Justin's shoulders and then asked before she left: "Milk and sugar, Justin?"
"Just a little milk and a spoonful of sugar, thank you very much." his voice was a little broken and there were tears of gratitude and relief in his eyes. His wifey was warming up again and so was he.
Pamela nodded and went out the door.
"Aren't you two a little too young to be married?" (Omg that just reminded me of Phineas and Ferb! XD) Sherrie couldn't help but ask because she herself wouldn't get married until she was in her mid-twenties. These guys didn't look much older than eighteen, maybe just twenty.
Justin just shrugged in response, he didn't want to talk about the not so solemn wedding that neither of them could remember. He just looked at Zayn worriedly, his lips didn't seem quite as blue anymore, but it still scared him.
Sherrie saw where Justin's gaze had fallen and sighed. "Blue lips are one of the most well-known symptoms, it's completely normal. We should have been worried if his toes were black."
"Here, Justin." Pamela came in with two cups of coffee, handing one to Sherrie and the other to him.
Justin gladly accepted the warm liquid and wanted to drink it right away so that it would thaw him out. When the bitter taste touched his tongue, he sighed and the hot drink ran down his throat. The hairs on his arms stood up.
"So, can you please tell me what in God's name you were doing out there in the snowstorm?" asked Sherrie, hand on hip and raising an eyebrow.
Justin sipped the cup, his hands warmed and then he raised his head. Both women looked at him as if he had grown a second head.
"We were there with a group of friends," Justin began.
"Friends? And where are the friends? Did they get lost up there? Pamela, call Phillip!" Sherrie began.
"No, they're all okay. It's Zayn who got hurt," Justin interrupted before the woman had a heart attack. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Did you walk the Henley Trail?"
Justin nodded. "Yes, we did. There were several snowball fights, Zayn here and his best friend Niall ran into the woods chasing each other and somewhere there Zayn fell." Justin didn't want to say it was because of Niall. "
Then how come you're the only one who brought him here when you weren't with him?" Sherrie couldn't help but ask, this story just didn't make sense.
Justin stiffened at the question, his cheeks flushing a little because he was the only one who had risked his own life for his wifey by racing down the slope to find him.
So he answered as vaguely as he could. "Because he's my wifey."
Both women burst out laughing, fully understanding what he meant. Neither of them asked why he called his husband "wifey," they just assumed it was something private that didn't need to be questioned.

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It was as the sun was setting that Justin noticed how much better Zayn looked. The color was coming back into his body, his cheeks were pink again and his lips looked so inviting again that Justin wanted to place a kiss on them.
So he did. A gentle, lingering kiss that sent shivers down his spine. And warmed his heart more than all the corners and hot water bottles in the world could. Together.
He was so grateful that his wifey was warm and okay again. In his mind came the images of Zayn lying white and frozen between the sheets, that had only been a few hours ago. He was so damn grateful that the two nurses had taken care of them. In his eyes, the two were heroes.
Zayn whimpered slightly, trying to snuggle deeper into the pillows, and Justin couldn't help but climb into the narrow hospital bed with him. A bed that was actually only made for one person. But he didn't care. He knew that his body heat would be good for him. Justin hated to admit it, but needed to be by his wifey's side right now.
Just as much as Zayn needed him by his side. When Justin was also under the covers, Zayn immediately snuggled into his side, enjoying Justin's body heat. Justin flinched slightly when he noticed how cold the other's feet were. He immediately pulled five new blankets over and spread them over both of them, making sure that every inch of Zayn was covered.
Zayn's heart was beating faster, pounding harder than ever, especially with Justin by his side, offering him all of his body heat. And Justin sighed wearily, his own eyelids growing heavy. The warmth under the many sheets did the exhausted boy's sore muscles good.
When Sherrie came to see how the two patients were doing, her heart melted when she saw the sleeping couple in the small bed. She couldn't stop the tear that ran down her cheek. It touched her how much the two cared about each other. Especially Justin, she hadn't officially met Zayn yet or seen how he behaved around his husband, but she knew that Justin would take a bullet in the head for him. She saw it, she knew it and she could feel it. She had already noticed. He would rather freeze to death himself than let Zayn do it. She could feel how selfless Justin was and her heart ached, she knew exactly how that felt.
She felt exactly the same about her husband, she would gladly die just so he could stay alive, the man she had been with for twenty years now. She loved him with all her being.
And Sherrie wiped away her tears, seeing the great affection between the two. Zayn was clinging to his husband, his head on his chest with his arms around him. She had never seen such strong emotions between two such young people. Nowadays teenagers exchange love for sex and break each other's hearts every day. But these two, she shook her head with a smile and pulled the blankets up over her shoulders, checked the temperature again and was happy to see that it had risen a lot.
"Oh, I know exactly why these two are married. And unlike other marriages, this one will last."