A Night to Remember [Justin Bieber Fanfic]

Chapter 12!

A/N:

so I know this chapter is short but I'm just gonna post it to see if people are still even reading this story. comment if you are or I probably wont update anymore.

Chapter 12:

Amelia's p.o.v

I arrived at the hospital, panicked. I turned my head every direction as tears ran down my face. I turned finally to the receptionist who had been staring at me.

I rushed over to her in a panic and screamed at her.

"WHERES JUSTIN!!? I NEED TO SEE HIM!" I questioned her annoyingly calm little self.

"I assume you are talking about Mr. Bieber?" I noodled my head yes. "He's in critical condition and you will not be able to see him." My eyes widened and she could tell I was upset.

"We'll I guess I can escort you to his room" she disingenuously smiled.

"Thank you" I said between sobs.

The receptionist escorted me down the long white and plain hallway to a door where a familiar face sat in a small metal chair. Her face saddened and worn out.

This has been the only time where I have wanted to speak to Evelyn.

"Mind if I take a seat." I asked Evelyn, red eyed and gesturing towards the identical metal chair placed right beside her.

I sat down and she looked at me, her eyes puffy from tears, makeup streaming down her face.

We sat there in silence for about 3 minutes.

"He loves you" she spoke up. That triggered more tears. "He really really loves you, Amelia" I continue to stare at her, bewildered that she would say that to me.

I didn't say anything, though.

"He told me all the time how much he wishes he could tell you. He didn't want to see you in pain though." She started to tear up when a doctor slammed open the door to Justin's room

I caught a glimpse if Justin

Dear god, he looks terrible. I can't stop more tears from breaking through.

I don't care what the doctors said I'm going in. I run into the white hospital room and Neal down beside a pale weak Justin.

"Justin, it's okay I'm here." He couldn't speak because of all the equipment attached to him. All he did was lift up his brittle hand that had once been so strong and masculine. With his finger hooked up to some sort of clip, he held my cheek in his hand. He didn't say anything my I could see the guilt in his eyes

I could tell he was apologizing.

I don't even care about apologies right now though, I just wanted to be with him.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my back and was quickly snapped back into reality where nurses and doctors were running about, creating such mayhem in this hospital room. The owner of the hand who touched me was a nurse. She demented that I must leave and pulled me out if the room as tears streamed down Justin's face.