Being Mrs. Bieber {Sequel To OJT} {In Process of Being Edited}

Chapter 10

 - Katy -

I shot out of the hospital room.  I ran into the emergency room waiting room, where the whole crew now was.  Scooter stood up once he saw me.  I ran into his arms and immediately began bawling (not like I already wasn't).  He hugged me in a father-ly type way.

"My life is over!" I cried.  Everyone had the most fearful looks on their faces.

"How is he?" Alfredo asked.  {A/N: I've never really introduced Alfredo Flores in any other of my stories because I didn't really know who he was until late last year. :P Basically, to explain, he is like a director, but he is also one of Justin's best friends.}

I had to suck up my tears and force myself to stop crying for a few seconds so I could say a couple words.  It was hard.  "He... he doesn't remember anything..." I choked out.  Everyone at literally the same time gasped.  Scooter looked right at me, in complete shock.

"No. This can't be!" he shakily shouted.

"It's true. He doesn't know who he is, or even who I am..." I told everyone, then I resumed bawling.

It's like my whole life for the past couple years has been erased.  The concert?  Erased.  The One Less Lonely Girl?  Erased.  Dating Justin?  Erased.  All those wonderful memories we had together?  Erased.  Myself being pregnant by force?  Erased (although that isn't such a bad thing to forget).  Him saving me from my mom?  Erased.  Our wedding... erased.  This child...  erased.

And another terrible thing?  He doesn't know he is a world famous celebrity whose tour is supposed to start in a few days.

I began to go into panic mode and utter shock.  I fell down onto the floor again, and curled up into a tight ball.  I begun crying and screaming, I don't even know anymore.

This has to be a bad dream.  It has to be.

***

It was some time later.  I had to have fallen asleep on one of the uncomfortable waiting room's benches.  I think the rest of the crew did too.  All I could think about was Justin.

I scrambled to my feet as fast as I could.  While rushing to Justin's room, I looked out a window and noticed that it was well into the night.  I quietly opened the door of the hospital room.  One of the doctors was sitting in there, jotting things down on a paper.  It looked like Justin was sleeping.

"Oh Katy, hello..." the doctor greeted me.  I could tell by the sound of his voice that things weren't good.  Here comes Niagara Falls again.

"How is he?" my raspy voice asked with a gulp.

"We tried all day to get him to remember... We just don't know what else to do at this point. He is completely clueless to everything we try," the doctor said, in an achy voice.

As soon as he said the last word, tears started flowing again.  "What is going to happen from here? Don't you realize this is a world famous singer here! It's bad enough he doesn't remember me, but he doesn't even remember his own life! He has a sold out tour beginning in a few days!" I frantically said, but not too loudly.  I'd hate to wake him.

"Katy, there is not much more we can do. We already stressed his brain enough today, and it's really obvious to conclude that he is not going to remember, at least at the moment. His memory may begin to gradually come back, but we can't guarantee that. His case is really bad. Usually, memory loss patients can at least remember SOMETHING, even if it's from an earlier point in their lives. For example, when we ask the patients what president is currently in office, they say one that was in office when they were younger. Unfortunately for Justin, he can't remember anything. We tried asking him who the Prime Minister was as well, since that is who basically 'runs' Canada. We thought we could have a younger flashback answer there. But he doesn't even remember he is Canadian," the doctor explained.