Texting Justin Bieber

Leg, Problems, Together

Sorry that I update late. I have school now and I have stuff to do. Today was the second day and I already had a test (I think I failed) Anyways–enjoy!!!!

**Justin's Point of View**

I look down at my leg and see it's covered in blood. I look at it closer and see glass shards.

My mom looks back at me and she has a worried expression on her face.

I look back at Prim, who has a couple cuts on her neck. I knew we would get cuts, but I just don't get how mine is worse. I mean, I'm glad it's me and not her but we shouldn't have gotten that many.

"Prim do you have any other cuts?" I ask her.

"What do you mean by other? I have no cuts!" she exclaims.

"Yeah well the three cuts on your neck say otherwise." I say.

She quickly sits up from my lap and looks at her legs and arms. I check her back and there isn't any cuts. She lifts up her shirt in the front to reveal a big gash across her stomach.

"Um so can we go to the hospital instead?" my mom asks.

The driver nods his head and I text Scooter.

Me: hey Scooter, going to hospital my leg is probably going to be infected, it's covered in blood and has glass shards in it Prim has three cuts on the left side of her neck and a huge gash on her stomach just wanted to let you know

I wait for Scooter to answer and when he does he'll be furious. Yep, here comes the text now.

Scooter: JUSTIN DREW BIEBER! I told you not to kill yourself or do anything stupid that meant not to get hurt! You are so stupid sometimes! YOU HAVE A TOUR! We can't just cancel that! And hopefully Prim is ok too! Just go to the hospital and send me feedback from the doctors.

I read it but I don't bother answering. One I don't know what to say and two he'll explode more. We pull into the parking lot and my mom quickly gets out.

**Pattie's Point of View**

I quickly get out of the car and rush into the hospital.

"Someone help! It's my son and his girlfriend they were in a terrible accident and they need help they are hurt!" I yell.

They all scramble and one types on the computer.

"Sons full name?"

"Justin Drew Bieber."

"Girlfriends?"

"Prim Elizabeth Slocum."

She pulls up a document and tells me to show the nurses where the car is.

**Prim's Point of View**

I see Pattie coming back to the car with a team of nurses.

"Justin. I don't feel good." I say.

"It's alright baby girl, I'm here."

I look up at his beautiful eyes. A tear runs down my cheek and before I know it nurses are putting me on a gurney.

"NO!" I scream, "I WANT JUSTIN!"

"Honey you'll see him later. We need to get you in the hospital." a red head says.

"But I want Justin. Please! I want Justin!" I say and start to cry.

"We promise you'll see him later, ok? We just need to get you inside." she says. I look at her name tag: Claire.

I get carried into the hospital and into a room where a doctor will look at me. I look at my arms, getting paler and paler. Soon enough I pass out.

**Justin's Point of View**

I hear Prim calling my name. I grip a nurses wrist.

"You get Prim to me." I say gritting my teeth.

"I'm sorry sir we can't." a blonde says.

"You don't understand! You have to! Do whatever. Just please" I say as she's being carried away.

"Sir we can't" she says and they put me down in a room.

The Doctor comes in and puts IV in me and I'm knocked out cold.

When I wake up I'm a room this time. My leg bandaged, I'm laying on a bed. I look around me and I see Prim. She's sleeping but she's here. With me. Just us. Together.

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Hope you liked it. It's hard to update with school but I'll try my best.

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