Selena's POV
"Justin? Are you okay? Can you hear me?" I yelled, shaking his arm.
"What happened?" Scooter came running into the room.
"He came off stage and just passed out!" I blinked to try to keep the tears from welling up in my eyes, but they wouldn't go away. I felt a lump in the back of my throat.
What if he wasn't okay? I couldn't even imagine my life without Justin. He was my world. He was everything that mattered to me, and more.
"Some one get a doctor!" Scooter yelled, kneeling over Justin.
"Please come back." I picked up his limp hand and held it in mine. "I need you."
Justin's POV
"Justin? Can you hear me?" An unfamiliar French man asked. My vision was blurry, but each time I blinked it came more into focus. "Justin?" He asked again. This time I could make him out. He was probably in his mid-thirties. He looked like a doctor.
"Yeah." I muttered and started to try to sit up.
"No!" Everybody who was standing around me shouted. I laid back down.
"How do you feel?" The doctor asked.
"My head hurts." I rubbed my forehead.
"Well it should!" Scooter laughed.
"Don't you remember running into the glass?" Selena was by my side now, holding my hand.
"Yeah." I laughed. "I do remember that now."
"You'll be fine. But I want you to take it easy tonight."
"Thank you, doctor." Scooter shook his hand. "I will make sure he doesn't overexert himself."
Selena's POV
"Are you sure you're okay? You look like you're in a lot of pain. I can go get Scooter." I asked Justin for the tenth time. He kept wincing, making me nervous.
"Shh." He laughed lightly. "I'm fine. I just want to lay here with my girl." He wrapped his arm around me. Scooter wasn't lying when he told the doctor he was going to make Justin take it easy. Justin hadn't gotten out of bed since the concert ended a couple of hours ago. Scooter had sent dinner to the room and had texted me numerous times to make sure that he was doing okay.
"Do you want anything else to eat? I can order room service. You barely touched the pasta that Scooter got us."
"Sel, look at me. I am fine. Just relax."
"I can't relax when you're hurt. I just want to make sure you're okay. Are you sure I can't do anything to make you feel better?"
"Well..." He winked at me.
"No!" I exclaimed. "If Scooter isn't okay with you going out to dinner, I know he would be very against you having sex. No overexerting yourself, remember?"
"I'm just playing." He laughed. "Wanna watch The Notebook?"
"You must really be sick. You hate that movie."
"Yeah, but you love it. And if we can't do anything but lay in bed, we might as well."
"Have I ever told you you're the best boyfriend? Even when you're sick." I kissed his lips gently and laid back down next to him.
