Do You Really? (Justin Bieber fanfic)

Chapter 58

Seeing my mom lay on that hospital cot is terrifying. Even though I know she is fine and out of danger it's scary to see her lay there. There shouldn't be a reason to why she should be laying on a bed in a hospital, unless she is giving the miracle of bringing life to this world, but she isn't. My mom is laying on that bed because I was stubborn and acting immaturely. I should of stayed in the coffee shop and listened to her. That's the least I could of done. That would of had prevented this accident, but of course I had to be the mess I am.

Her eyes are closed since she is asleep and right under her right eye there is a very big dark purple bruise that will keep her in the bathroom quite long so she will cover it up entirely. Her arms have scratches in them but the nurse is about to cover them, but first she is dealing with the biggest bruise that is on her left leg. I didn't see how she got hit but I saw when she fell. She loves wearing dresses, how is she going to wear them now with that huge green/purple bruise on her leg? Gosh, it's all my fault.

I come out of the room, not being able to be there anymore, and Justin looks at me surprised. He gets up and hands me the cup of coffee he had gotten for us before. I see right next to us that man sitting on the chair next to Justin's looking at us. Justin blocks him with his body and I let out a long sigh. I look at the steam that comes from the cup as I go through the whole event that has occurred today and I can hear my mom's scream when she got hit. I shut my eyes but then the image of her laying on the ground with blood coming out from her head appears and I immediately open my eyes.

"Ashley, are you listening to me?" I look up at Justin to see his worried look and I shake my head. I wonder who was the person that told them about the accident.

"I'm sorry. What were you saying?" I try to drink the coffee but the liquid never reaches my lips since I don't find the energy to raise the cup any higher.

"I asked if you were okay, are you okay?" He moves the hair from my face and I lean in to his sweet and warm touch of his hand.

"The person that should be asked that question is my mom, not me. I'm not the one that got into the accident." I frown and look at the door of her room. My dad is there with her, she is okay.

"Ashley," he pulls me towards his body and kisses the top of my head. "The accident has obviously affected you too, so I want to know how you are feeling." I push him a bit since the cup of coffee is close to spill on both of us, and kiss his chest.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. I only need some air." I finally taste the coffee and the warm but bitter liquids seems to make me feel better so I finish it fast and throw the styrofoam cup in the nearest trash can.  I hear footsteps behind me and there is no need for me to guess who that is since soon enough he is holding my hand.

I look at him and he lets go of my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulder, bringing me close to him. We come out of the hospital building and look for the nearest bench. The loud sirens are deafening so I speed my walk, wanting to get away from them. We end up going to the little diner next to the hospital and order something to eat. I'm not hungry, what I wanted was to be outside, away from that place. I didn't want to go the place that all patients go with their visitors to. I didn't want to feel the hospital environment. I just can't run away from it, can I?

I have always hated hospitals. It seems like such a dead place. They might safe lives there but the place is dead. Everything is white, the smell of sanitizer is intoxicating, and everybody seems so lifeless. After all this is a hospital and not some nightclub. The place is depressing, they could at least paint some of the walls, bring anything to make this place a bit more a live, like an aquarium. I hated hospitals even more after what happened.