Scooter's POV
We'd been back in tour for two weeks now, and I was starting to get worried about Justin. He'd been acting really weird and that without talking of the fact that he'd been screwing all his performances. That was not normal for him, the kid was really hard on himself and right now I didn't recognize the Justin I discovered.
"Justin," I yelled. "That's awful, what are you doing?"
"I don't know I'm just a bit tired." He answered simply.
"Kid, just take a break , okay? And next I need you to concentrate on these rehearsals, I don't wanna do another playback show, I think you've done enough during these two weeks."
"I know, don't need you to remind me." He snapped leaving the arena.
I really had to do something, I just couldn't let that kid go. Not after all what he was going through these last weeks. Since the VS Fashion Show everything was just crazy. Between his break ups and reconciliations with Selena, his new "friends", and not a week ago the weed rumors, I really did affect him. I was brought out off my thoughts by my phone ringing.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Scooter, it's me, Selena."
"Oh, everything's okay?" I asked surprised that she was calling. She rarely called me normally, and now it was even more strange because they were in one of their break up periods.
"I don't know." She answered. "That's why I'm calling you. Justin sent me a message not even 10 minutes ago saying that he needed me, really needed me. I called him back but he's not picking up the phone. Did anything happen?" She asked. God, when this girl started to talk no one could stop her.
"No, don't worry he's just tired I think. He probably just fell asleep.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Selena, don't worry that much. It's his last show of the week. Tomorrow he will get some more rest. So he will be fine."
"Hmm, okay. If you say so. But please make sure he's okay. Even if we're not together right now I really care for him." She insisted.
"I will." I simply agreed.
"Thanks Scooter. I gotta go. I'll call later to know how he's feeling."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye." She said hanging up.
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"Why didn't you call me?" Justin asked kinda angry.
"Because you were getting some needed rest. Plus she's gonna call after the show. Now stop talking and start the rehearsals the show is gonna start soon and you're still not ready."
Justin's POV
And here we went for another show. I was so tired. I didn't know why but all I wanted was to sleep, just sleep. Plus with everything what was going on in my life lately it really didn't help. When I thought about it was quite ridiculous. I could I have been so blind. He was just destroying me. And because of him I probably lost Selena. We still talked, at least every other day, but she just didn't want to come back with our relationship. And it was just stressing me so much. I stopped talking with Lil Twist since the New Years Eve, but it didn't change anything. I lost her trust, and I probably wouldn't get it back.
"Justin, are you ready?" Scooter asked from outside my dressing room.
"Yeah, I'm coming."
"Just hurry, show time in 10."
"Yeah!"
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I was halfway through Beauty and a Beat when I felt a sudden and strong headache. But I just ignored it and continued to sing. Even with all what's going on, my Beliebers just stuck by me so I couldn't let them down.
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We are now at the last song of the show, and my headache just kept getting stronger. It made me mess up with the lyrics so I just decided to let the fans kept singing. My sight started to blur and when I get up to say goodbye to the fans, everything went black.
Selena's POV
"What? You told me everything was okay. And now huh, now he's in a hospital. Scooter, make him be okay." I break down on the phone.
"Selena, he'll be okay. He's a strong kid."
"And what if he won't?" I asked crying.
"I'm sure he will." He tried to reassure me. "Hey, how about I book you a private jet so you can come here?"
"It sounds great." I answered, still crying but forcing a halfhearted smile to show on my lips, even if he couldn't see me.
"Okay, then, I'll call you back as soon as it's done."
"Okay." I hang up. "Mom!" I called
"In the kitchen."
"Please cancel everything I have planned for the next few days." I stated entering the kitchen.
"Sel, you kn... what's going on sweetie?" She asked when she saw my tear-stained face.
"It's Justin, he...he passed out and... was rushed to...the hospital but... nobody has any news...and he's not waking...up." I said, starting to sob again.
"Oh sweetheart, come here." Mom said taking me in a warm embrace. "Everything's gonna be okay."
Everyone was telling me that but what guaranteed me that he's going to be fine. I was miles away from him and he was in a hospital. I quickly leave my mom's arms when my phone rang.
"So, did you get me the flight?" I croaked on the phone when I saw it was Scooter.
"I did. You're leaving in an hour, is that okay?"
"Yes, that's perfect. Thank you so much Scooter."
"And Moshe is gonna to pick you up at the airport."
"Okay. Thanks. I gotta get ready. See ya later." I said hanging up, not even letting him reply.
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We were in a private waiting room. I'd arrived not long ago. But 6 hours already passed since the drama. And still no news. Justin was still out cold, and that was all we know. The doctors were still making some tests.
I was dozing on and off of sleep on a couch when the door suddenly went open and a doctor enter the room.
Scooter and I immediately rushed to the doctor asking for news.
"So, Mr. Bieber is still unconscious, and it's better this way."
When I heard the doctor's words I started to shake. Scooter probably noticed because he started to rub my back gently.
"As you know, when he was rushed here, he had high fevers. Which is not really normal. We thought at first it was the flu but unfortunately it's not, he..."
"Just please, tell us what's wrong with him already." I snapped cutting him off.
"Mr. Bieber has..."
