Chapter 16

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Justin' pov
I looked into the room and saw Ariana laying in a clean white bed. There were wires all over her body. They led to different devices who were beeping. I looked at her face and it was beated up so badly. Her nose was thick and there was dried up blood on her head. Her lip was still a bit bleeding and her hair looked messy. I started crying. A nurse came in and calmed me down. "I she okay?" I asked with a shaky voice. "She's in coma and has a few swellings but she's fine physically." my hands were shaking. "I'll leave you alone now, but the visit hour will be over in 10 minutes." She walked out of the room and shut the door. I sat down next to her. I grabbed her hand and hold it tight. "Please be okay. Please wake up, don't leave me. I love you so much Ariana. I really do." I was calming a bit down. I slowly fell asleep.

The nurse woke me up and said the visiting hour was over about 2 hours ago and Ariana needed to go to the surgery room. "Why, is she okay?" The nurse smiled a little. "Yes she is. We just need to check if she hasn't any damage to her brain. But she'll be okay, you should get some rest at home." I nodded and walked out of the room.

I got into the car and drove to my house. I saw a car standing on the driveway and looked to the door when I stepped out. I saw scooter standing there and I walked towards him. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Well you have some explaining to do. You just left a concert and who was the person in the hospital?" I got mad. "You really f*cking care about the concert?!!! Ariana is in the hospital because her stupid ass boyfriend decided to beat her up, and now she's in coma. Now leave, could you?" Scooter opened his mouth and was about to say something but just left. I closed the door and sat on the ground. I ran my hand trough my hair and cried again. If only I canceled the show and just got with her, all of this wouldn't of happend. She wouldn't be in coma right now, dying. I stood up and threw everything on the table on the ground. "Why?WHY?!" I asked myself. "Why her?" I decided to pray for her and got to my room. I sat down and prayed for her. "Amen". I took off my clothes and jumped in bed. I looked to the ceiling and layed there untill I finally fell asleep.

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