Unsure

Chapter 43

Justin's POV:

The ambulance finally slows down and parks up at the hospital before the ambulance doors are yanked open and the ambulance workers wheel me out of the ambulance, the hot Australian air hitting me as I leave the ambulance, making me feel a little fuzzy. 

Reporters and hectic members of the public swarm the front of the hospital and the workers barge through them, wheeling me through. I scan the crowds to look for Zayn or Bella but don't find them anywhere and sigh as I sink my head back into my pillow, earning worried looks and panicked squeals from the people around me. 

I shut my eyes to try and block out the noise of screams and cries and sigh a sigh of relief as we finally reach a hospital room, where I'm quickly and carefully moved to a bed. The ambulance workers leave before a tall, middle-aged doctor walks in with a blinding grin on his face and I roll my eyes as he makes his way over to my bed and picks up a clipboard.

"Right.. Justin." The doctor reads my name from the clipboard, his accent thick as he looks up at me. "You'll be pleased to know that you did not suffer any extreme injuries, and that your ribs are not any more damaged than they would have been before." He informs me and I nod. "However, as you know your leg was trapped under the chair in front of you and you lost a lot of blood, the bones are crushed."

I go to move the blanket from my legs to look at it but the doctor stops me. 

"I strongly recommend you don't look at it. It's bandaged to the best of our ability and you're on pain relief but it's not a pretty sight. There is metal from the chair in your leg and we need to take you straight into surgery to remove it and ensure that your leg is okay." He informs me and my eyes widen. 

"Will I lose my leg?" I croak, my voice quiet as I begin to shake in fear. He chuckles. Seriously?

"No no, nothing like that." He reassures me and I sigh a sigh of relief. "We just need to remove it to ensure there are no infections or further injuries. If you're happy to go through with it then just sign here and we can take you into surgery straight away. There's an operating room free but it won't be free for long." I nod and he hands me the clipboard. I hesitate before signing it. What if Bella comes whilst I'm in surgery? She's not coming Justin, my subconscience hisses at me and I sigh as I sign my name at the bottom of the paper, not bothering to read anything that it says above.

I hand the clipboard back to the doctor and he shoots me a blinding smile before leaving me alone in the hospital room. Shortly after some nurses enter and wheel my bed to the operating room. 

As I feel the injection shoot into my arm I slowly close my eyes, dreaming and thinking of Bella, and only Bella.

...

Bella's POV:

After sitting silently through the three hour drive to the hospital, my mom and Beau making awkward conversation in the front of the car as we drive, we finally arrive at the hospital. I wipe a stained tear from my cheek before sniffling and looking up from my lap as we arrive. 

The front of the hospital is majorly crowded with news reporters and members of the public. Crying, asking questions, rushing about. Beau, my mom and I get out of the car before fighting through the crowds to get into the hospital. 

The front desk is swarmed with people shouting questions at the nurses, the nurses panicking and running around hecticly. Beau spots a free nurse and we both run over to her. 

"Zayn Malik?" I ask her, my voice rushed. "Is Zayn Malik here?" I find myself extremely confused as to why I'm first asking about Zayn, and not Justin; my.. ex boyfriend. 

The woman quickly scans through her list and shakes her head. 

"No.." She trails off. "I'm sorr-"

"Justin Bieber?" I interrupt her, desperate to know at least where one of them is. If one of them is here, they must both be.. Right?

The woman shakes her head and I sigh, storming away from her in frustration. Beau mouths 'sorry' to her and she gives a sympathetic smile. I wipe the pathetic tears from my cheeks and storm through the hospital. I'll have to find them myself.

I missionly walk through the wards, looking at each bed and checking if they're there, along with asking almost every doctor I see if they've seen them. Most shake their head making my heart sink in dissappointment but I power through. I have to find them. I have to.

I reach the first empty bed Beau and I have found since we started looking. The bed is freshly made and some familiar items are neatly piled on the bed. A watch, a chain, and a cracked phone. My eyes widen and I run over to the bed, snatching the clipboard from the end of it that reads 'Justin Bieber.' I drop the clipboard as I finally realize. He can't be dead. He can't be.

I find myself unable to breathe, my heart paining so much that I feel as if I'm having a heart attack, and possibly am dying too. The pain continues to stay, aching constantly and Beau catches me as I fall to the ground, saying nothing but sympathetically rubbing my back, obviously shocked too.

I stare motionlessly in front of me, tears streaming from my face and slowly stand up from the floor, feeling vacant. Feeling dead inside. I did this. I killed him. 

I slowly walk outside Justin's section of the ward, my hands white as a ghost and I hear Beau call behind me but ignore him, continuing to walk. I feel physically sick as I ghastly walk through the ward, earning panicked and worried stares from people on the ward but I ignore them. 

Beau catches up with me and I feel him take my hand in his and squeeze it tightly as yet another tear slips from my eye and I silently and devastatedly push the doors open, walking through neutrally. 

And my eyes widen as I spot what is coming towards me.

A/N:

Sorry they've been short I know but I want to leave you on cliffhangers and make sure that not too much happens in each chapter :)

I promise they will be longer for the rest of the week and I'll make it up to you!

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