What The Future Holds [JEMI]

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Chapter#20
"She Never Did Anything Wrong"

DEMI's P.O.V.

I opened the taxi door and got out. I payed the driver and ran inside the hospital as soon as possible. I've been calling Miley continuously since I got out of the plane which was like 45 minutes ago but no damn answer. The whole journey which was for 8 fucking hours I couldn't stop my tears. My baby girl was hurt and I couldn't be there for 8 fucking hours. I have NO idea how she's doing.

I ran inside as fast as possible. I took my heels off and ran to the receptionist.

"How can I help You, ma'am?" The lady asked and I felt my eyes getting wet once again.

"I'm Isabella Jane Lovato's mother... How's she?" I asked.

"Ma'am, wait a second." The lady looked at her computer

"She has been out of the surgery almost five hours. Go to the children section on 6th floor and they will tell you more about her" The lady said

"Thank you" With that I ran to the elevator. I pressed the button as much as possible. But it was still on 8th floor. I lost my patience. I ran towards the stairs. I didn't even think before I started running up the stairs probably like crazy.

After which felt like forever, I reached the 6th floor. My feet were hurting like hell and I was totally out of breathe. I tried to breathe properly for a few seconds but I couldn't. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. My lungs were drying and I needed oxygen but I couldn't breathe. I lost my balance and soon fell to my knees. My vision was getting a bit blurry because of my attempts to breathe and my non stop crying.

I saw someone running towards me and kneeling down beside me.

"Dems, are you okay? Demi!" I heard Miley say as she was holding me.

"Miley, I can't breathe!" I said. Miley knew that I had breathing problems. And I wasn't supposed to run that much.

"Oh my god, Demi. Shit. Try to match my breathing. " I tried to match her breathing but it wasn't working.

"Someone Please give me an inhaler. Please. She can't breathe!" Miley said

"Here Demi. Take this. " Miley helped me with the inhaler and soon I was able to breathe again. I looked at Miley and there were a few years in her eyes.

"Oh god, Demi. You are okay! You scared the shit out of me!" Miley hugged me.

"I've been calling you for an hour, Miley! Why weren't you picking the phone up? How's Izzy? How is she doing?" I said

""Demi, calm down. My phone died and there is no way to charge it here. And Izzy, she hasn't woken up yet. The doctors won't tell me anything since I'm 'not family'. But they'll tell you. Go and talk to him." I nodded and went to the reception.

"Excuse me, I'm Izabella Lovato's mother. I'd like to talk to her doctor." I said to the middle aged woman on the front desk.

"Okay, ma'am. Wait in the waiting room. We'll call you when he's ready. It won't take long." She smiled.

"Okay." I said and wiped my eyes. I probably looked like mess. I've been on a 8 hours plane journey continuously crying my eyes out. Besides I was still holding my heels.

After what felt like years, a nurse came in and called for me. I went to her and she led me to a doctor's office. He asked me to take a seat and I obeyed.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Grey. And I'm Isabella Lovato's doctor. You must be Ms. Lovato." He gave me a genuine smile.

"Yes, how's she? I was in Paris. So I couldn't come in time." I explained myself.

"It's okay. So Isabella was in a deathly accident which occurred by a drunk driver who crashed onto her on the sidewalk. Isabella was here on time. But the driver died. We got Isabella out of surgery five hours ago. And seems like she's in a long time coma." The doctor explained and tears were streaming down my face. My baby girl....why her? She never did anything wrong.