Recovery ~ Justin Bieber (Book 2)

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Justin's POV:

"Babe," Madison says as she walks into the bedroom. I love her, but I hate how she's on top of me now. She keeps checking on me, and she's been at my house for 2 weeks straight.

"Mads, go home," I say, and her faces fades into a frown.

"Why?" she asks, walking closer, and I sigh and sit up. She sits on the bed and I take her hands.

"Don't get me wrong, I love having you here, but babe, go home. I need some alone time and you do too. You can come back tonight if you'd like," I suggest and she sighs.

"Ok, I should go see Ryan anyway, he's been staying at my house. He didn't want to leave you out here in America without him," she says. 

"Why didn't he stop by?" I ask.

Why didn't she tell me?

"He knew you wouldn't be up for it," she points out, and says goodbye.

It's true, I wouldn't, but I would like to know he's here. 

Madison's POV:

When I get to my house, I open the front door.

"Ryan?" I call, and I hear shuffling upstairs. What is he doing?

I hear voices, two of them.

"Go, go," Ryan says, and then he appears at the stairs, and a naked girl with a sheet wrapped around her runs out and down the road to a car.

"On my bed? Really?" I ask angrily, and he chuckles and walks downstairs.

"Guest bed, don't worry," he says, tapping my nose, and walks into the kitchen.

"That's still my bed, in my house. Who was that?" I ask, being a little protective. Ryan is like my little brother, and I can't stand seeing that, even though I know it happens a lot.

"I don't know, she was from out of town, I couldn't understand her. Her name sounded like toilet," he says with a shrug, and I laugh. 

"Anyway, Justin sent me home, I think he go tired of me," I say, and Ryan laughs.

"Who wouldn't?" 

Then the phone rings.

"Hello?" I ask. The number was private.

"Ms. Mayor?" The lady asks through the phone.

"Yes?" I ask, confused.

"This is the North-side Hospital, you'll need to get here immediately, your boyfriend, Justin Bieber was severely injured."

I drop the phone, and tears fall rapidly from my eyes.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" Ryan yells, following me to the audi, and I drive as fast as I can to the hospital. 

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When we get there, we run to the receptionist.

"Justin Bieber," I say. My eyes were all red and puffy, and Ryan looked really worried.

"Room 106."

We dash down the hall, and burst through the door.

"Justin?" I ask, running to him, but he was unconscious, with bruises all over his body.

The nurse was next to him.

"Your boyfriend was found below his balcony. We aren't sure if he fell, or jumped."

I knew I shouldn't have left him alone. This is my fault. How will the fans ever forgive me? How will I ever forgive me?

Ryan steps up. He has tears in his eyes. That's not good. Ryan never cries, he's more of a tough guy. Something is really wrong. Will Justin be okay?

I have so many questions and so many regrets.

Pattie jogs in. 

"Oh my gosh," she mumbles under her breath, and sprints to the other side of Justin, we each hold his hands.

"I'm so sorry, it's my fault," I cry. 

Justin's POV:

I must be in a coma. I can hear everything that's happening, but my body is limp, I can't move at all. I want to tell my beautiful girlfriend that this wasn't her fault, but I can't and its killing me inside.

"I should've never left him. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She's sobbing. I can't stand to hear her sob. Then I hear the nurse come in.

"He's in a coma, and.. we're not sure how much longer he has. He is really beat up. I'm so sorry."

Everyone lets out sobs, but Madison's are the only ones I care about. I wish I can hug her right now. She needs me. I can't die. We were going to have the perfect wedding, and have beautiful children, and we were going to grow old together. Why didn't I think of that when I jumped? Why didn't I think of her?

Then, my mind went blank.