'Fall' (Justin Bieber love story)*completed*

chapter forty- six

RYLIE P.O.V

"JUSTIN!" I screamed running over to his body. Zayn right behind me. "Rylie! Wait, let me.." He said trying to push me away so he could carry him. All the dancers ran off stage, most of the fans screaming and running. *BANG BANG* Two more gun fires. I didn't care who they hit. I grabbed Justin's feet while Zayn grabbed his arms. "FREDDO HELP!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. Justin's eyes were half open, his jaw clenched because of the pain. "In here! Ill call someone!" Fredo pointed to the private room. We layed Justin on the sofa. I checked his body for the wounds. His stomach and shoulder covered in blood. "Oh god Justin! Stay with me okay? Zayn keep him awake!!" I shouted. I pulled off my jumper, ripping it in half. "W-What are you doing?" Justin chocked out. "Baby, don't waste your energy okay?" He nodded allowing me to finish what I was doing. I took one half of the jumper and wrapped it tight around his stomach. Then took the other half. "Zayn lift him up gently..." Zayn nodded. He lifted Justin while I tied the other half around his shoulder. "Justin baby stay with me please... I love you.." I chocked out, tears still streaming down my face. "Ur Rylie? Your... Your leg.." Zayn's eyes were traumatized. I looked down at my leg. Blood rushing out. "Don't worry about it.." But he still worried. No matter what I said he still continued. He took off his jacket and tied it around my leg. The paramedics rushed in, putting Justin on a stretcher. I rushed to hold his hand, my leg in pain. "Miss you sure your okay?" I nodded, concentrating on Justin. Zayn was right behind me, all the way.

We finally got into the hospital, rushing through corridors. "I'm sorry but your gonna have to wait here while we fix the wounds.."

"WHAT? NO I HAVE TO BE WITH HIM YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I shouted. Everyone stared at me but I didn't care. I had to be with him. "Calm down please.." I can't do this."He'll be okay right?" I chocked out, falling into Zayn's arms. "He'll be fine, he'll be here for a while though.." I didn't know whether she was just saying that or not. "You wanna get your leg checked out?" I heard Zayn whisper. "Sure, don't leave ,me please?" I pleaded. "Never.." He smiled back, carrying me to the doctor waiting for me. " Your leg should be fine but you'll have to use crutches..." Zayn sighed in relief. I hopped off the bed back into the waiting room. The tears just wouldn't stop falling. No one was here. None of the crew. Just me and Zayn. "He'll be okay.." Zayn rubbed circles on my back, just like Justin use to do. "what if he isn't? What if I loose him?!" I chocked out. "don't think like that okay?" He pulled me onto his lap. I moved my face into his chest and I cried even more. "I can't loose him... I just can't.." He stroked my hair, in attempt to calm me down. "Its okay, Zayn's here.." He whispered. All I could hear was his heartbeat. My whole body was numb. I couldn't feel anything. I just layed there, listening to the beat of his heart. Remembering all those amazing times with Justin. I looked down at my engagement ring, and my promise ring. Both a promise to never leave him. My eyes slowly fell heavy as everyone rushed in. "Where is he?" I heard Scooter ask. "Is he okay?" Freddo spoke. "Is my baby okay? RYLIE!" I heard Pattie. I lifted my heavy head from Zayn's chest. "I'm fine, he's getting his wounds fixed... That's all I've heard.. " she rushed over cupping my face. "Your so so brave Rylie.." This made me cry again. "I tired everything to stop the bleeding... I really did.." I heard a cough from behind me. "Mrs Bieber? Oh sorry urm Rylie?" I turned around to see a young male doctor. "Yes?" I gulped, hoping it wasn't bad news. "His condition is stable for now, he might not make it through the night. I'm sorry..." I heard Pattie scream, Fredo punch the wall, I saw Scooter slide down the wall putting his head in his hands. I stood up and tried to run straight out the hospital. I need to get out of here. This can't happen. This just can't. I can't loose him. Papz were all over me as I walked to the nearest bench. Its all my fault. If only I hadn't of argued with him. I shouldn't of snapped at him either.