the boy next door

Chapter 17: The Visit

Tear after tear, I drove as fast as possible to the hospital. Honestly, I don't think it's very safe, because I'm partially breaking down, and my breathing got really uneasy. Memories were flashing through my head, seeing that heart warming and cheesy smile of Justin's...I wasn't mentally prepared for what I was going to see. I quickly parked my car, and not even locking it, I sprinted towards the glass doors of the hospital. I ran to the front desk, and the lady was startled at the way I rushed towards her. "J-J-Jus-Justin B-Bieber." I breathed. The lady gave me a strange look and quickly glanced back at her laptop. "Oh, he recently was brought in...he's in room C-24..." Before she could finish her statement I continued sprinting towards the elevator, more tears rushing down my face. "Miss...please slow down!" I heard another nurse scr.eam. But I just ignored her, I didn't care. I needed to see him. I pressed the button on the elevator, waiting for what it felt like, 10 minutes, but was probably just a couple seconds. I ran into the elevator, and quickly pressed floor C. I backed into the wall of the elevator and tried to regain my breathing. I slid down onto the floor, feeling my whole world collapsing. No, he's not gone, I believe in him. He's alive, I can feel it. When the elevator doors opened, I sprinted out and ran towards room 24. When I was about to open the door, a tall old man stopped me. "Woah there I don't think so...sorry but my patient needs to rest, he just entered." I shook my head and felt my legs start to shake. "P-please sir...doc I-I need to see him. I just need to see if he's okay...PLEASE PLEASE." I begged. He took a deep breath. "Maybe in an hour mam, he hardly made it out alive." I felt my stomach churn. Hardly made it out alive? I immediately broke down and fell to my knees. "I NEED TO SEE HIM NOW. LET ME IN NOW!" I yelled. I stood up and tried to push past him to get to the door. He yanked my arm back, pulling me away. "SECURITY! I NEED SECURITY NOW!" I fidgeted and tried to get out of his grasp but he was too strong. I turned and saw two tall, buff security guards running towards us. "NO!" I screamed. "LET ME GO! I NEED TO SEE HIM.... PLEASE, HE'S MY EVERYTHING!" I cried. Each of them grabbed onto my arm and yanked me backward, into the waiting room. They placed me on the seat and stood by me. "You'll see him in an hour." one of them said angrily. I sat there, not moving an inch, and began to cry to myself.

Justin's POV:

I was just getting food for Ashley, and next thing you know I'm in a hospital bed. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and I looked around, seeing no one. I sat up slowly to sip some of my water, but the sharp sting in my head stopped me. "Fuck." I cursed. I held onto my head, groaning when I turned to the side looking at my X-Rays. Next to it read severe concussion and broken ribs. Shit. I groaned and leaned back into my bed when I heard running and yelling outside my door. "Woah there I don't think so...sorry but my patient needs to rest, he just entered." I heard an old man say. "P-please sir...doc I-I need to see him. I just need to see if he's okay...PLEASE PLEASE." A familiar girl's voice said. Oh my god. Ashley. I sat back up."Let her in!" I screamed. Nothing. Damn these walls are soundproof as fuck. After a couple more sentences exchanged, Ashley started to break down. My poor baby, I just wanted to see her. "I NEED TO SEE HIM NOW. LET ME IN NOW!" I heard her scream, while her voice cracked from all that sobbing. I tried to get out of the bed, but I was connected to the monitor. Are you joking me? "SECURITY! I NEED SECURITY NOW!" I heard the same man yell. Shit. No, they can't take Ash away. I heard more running footsteps and more crying. "NO! LET ME GO! I NEED TO SEE HIM.... PLEASE, HE'S MY EVERYTHING!" My heart melted. Just hearing that made me feel terrible, not being able to get up and run to her and hold her in my arms. Then there was absolute silence. The door opened and I saw an old man walk into the room holding a clipboard."Oh, Mr. Bieber, you're up. How are you feeling?" I cleared my throat before speaking. "I could be better." He smiled and looked over at the X-rays. "Wow, may I say, sir, you're in good shape, considering how much damage your car was in. We got you back after CPR and you only have fractured ribs on your right side, and your concession is getting better." I faked a smile and took a deep breath."Um yeah okay...so why didn't you let my girlfriend in? She just wanted to see me, she was worried." The doctor took a deep breath before turning back around. "Well Mr. Bieber, you need some rest, we can't have anyone adding stress on you, you went through enough." I rolled my eyes and adjusted my weight to my other side. I just wanted to see Ashley and hug her and tell her I'm okay, she probably thinks I'm dying for fuck's sake. "Alright Mr. Bieber, I'll check back on you in a couple hours, and that girlfriend of yours can come check on you in an hour. Get some rest." He smiled as he closed the door. Great, I'm alone again. I guess I'll just sleep for now. Before I knew it I went unconscious just like that.