Coping with Bieber

Chapter 8: Shock

"Are you ok? Please tell me that you are ok. You are ok right? She's ok right? What's wrong? Is everything ok? Why isn't anyone saying anything?" Justin storms into the room after a couple of minutes.

"Sorry, I was panicking." He says as he sees my shocked face as he passes his hand through his hair.

"I couldn't wait much longer." He continues, rushing over to my side.

The doctor and I both stare at him quietly.

"Ok, well I will give you two some privacy. Estela, I will have a nurse come in to draw some more blood and to get some additional tests done. Press the red button on the control by the bed if you need anything." Dr. Shouls says as he walks towards the door.

"Also, remember the importance of remaining calm and under no stress." He stares directly at Justin once he reaches the door.

"Baby, what's going on." Justin crouches down closer to me.

"Sit with me." I pat the small area right next to me on the bed.

Slowly, he takes a seat and holds my hand, worry flooding his face.

"Justin, I-I." I begin nervously. I let go of his hand and begin playing with my fingers. Tears beginning to fill my eyes.

"Estela, if you don't tell me what's going on, the doctors will have to come in and place me on a bed too." He says. "What is it?" He speaks seriously. "I am sure whatever it is we can find a treatment plan or something. The best in the country. I promise. I will give all of my money to make sure that you are ok if I have to."

I shake my head.

"Justin, I missed my period and had not noticed." I blurt it out quicker than expected, figuring I should just grab onto the small "do it already" moment that came up in my mind. Do not overthink this. That will only make things worse.

His eyebrows come together as confusion runs over his face.

"What are you telling me, Estela?" He gets up slowly.

"Are y-you ... pregnant?" He looks at me in disbelief as I nod slowly, the tears falling down my face.

After a minute of silence, I look up to him and see him pacing the room.

I wipe the tears from my eyes as every emotion I can imagine runs through my body but the most prominent emotion that I am feeling is fear. I am scared.

Lost in my thoughts, I am bought aback by the sound of door closing.

Looking around for Justin, I begin to panic, he is gone.

Seconds later he walks back into the room, but this time stays by the open door, still in shock.

He walks up to me. "I'm sorry." He says. "f-for doing that. Walking out. I-I just don't know what to do, where to be." He grabs my hand and looks down to the floor, a tear slipping his eye.

"Hey." I say as I sit up enough to reach his chin with my hand but before I am able to do so, his hands are holding both my shoulders, steadying me.

"Be careful." He says, out of breathe with wide eyes.

A chuckle escapes my mouth just as someone knocks on the door. A nurse.

"Hello Ms. Salvatierra, I am here to draw some blood and to take you up to get some tests done." She walks closer to us, smiling softly.

"Tests? What tests?" Justin asks here immediately.

"Just a sonogram and an ultrasound to make sure that everything is ok with the baby being as her body is very low on fluids. They should be quick. 20 minutes tops." She answers as she prepares to draw some blood from my arm.

"Justin. Go." I say, looking him in the eyes.

"W-what? Go where?" He looks at me with pleading eyes.

"Anywhere. Get some air. I am in a hospital, I will be ok." I look at him softly as I reach for his hand.

"I am not leaving." He stands his ground.

"Yes, you are. How about you get something to eat? Please. We both need to be as calm as possible." I plead.

"What do you want to eat? Anything? You mention it and you got it." Justin stands taller as he waits for my answer.

"I can't eat anything until they get my results back. How about I call you when I get back from the tests and give you an answer on what I want to eat? Ok?" I negotiate with him and he nods after thinking it through.

"Please. Call me." He says before the nurse unlocks the bed and begins wheeling me out of the room.