Recovery ~ Justin Bieber (Book 2)

18

Madison's POV:

I sit on the couch and click through the channel. Nothing is ever on. Then I find 'The Scoop' channel. It basically dishes on the lives of celebrities. 

Everyone was shocked to hear that Justin Bieber is not doing well. We assumed that he could handle the conditions in Afganistan, but apparently not. It was reported that this morning, at about 12:00 am, Justin Bieber took a bullet in his stomach. There is no word on if the popstar has woken up, but it is said that Bieber isn't doing well. 

For a minute, I swear, my heart stops.

"No, no," I mumble, and I fumble for my phone. I call the guards at the white house. I know, this is a little extreme, but Justin always liked me having their number, just in case.

"White house," A man in a deep voice answers.

"Excuse me, this is Madison Bieber, and I would like to know if you have the where abouts of were they are keeping Justin Bieber," I ask, my voice shaking. 

"I will check for you, ma'am. Please hold."

I pace around the house, tears running down my face. I can't believe it. I don't believe it.

"Justin Bieber is scheduled in at the Atlanta General Hospital. They flew him there this morning, since there were no hospitals in Afganistan they would have room for him in," the man says, and hangs up.

"LILLY, ARIANA," I yell, and they both run downstairs.

"Justin's in the hospital, we need to go now! He got shot," my voice cracks.

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We sit in the car, and I feel uncomfortable. Something's different. 

"Are you okay, Madison? You look like your in pain," Lilly says, looking over at me, and then a sharp pain hits my stomach.

"OW," I yell, gripping my stomach.

"I think the baby's coming," I choke out.

"Are you kidding? This is the worst time!" Ariana says as we pull into the hospital.

"Well apparantly it doesn't car, it's about as rude as it's father," I say as they help me out of the car, and we walk into the hospital.

"Excuse me, we think my friend's in labor. Get her a room quick, she's Justin Bieber's wife, she knows the president," she says, and the front desk lady nods and runs to get a nurse.

"OW! Oh my gosh," I complain, and they give me a wheelchair and roll me into a room.

"Let's check how far along you are," the nurse says.

"Here it comes again," I yell.

"OW OW OW," I scream.

"Oh, they are close. You might be ready to have the baby," she says, and they shut the door.

This is it, I'm having a baby.

Ariana's POV: (this is the only time this POV is happening lol)

Lilly and I stand outside of the room, pacing.

"Should we go find Justin's room?" I ask.

"No! Madison is probably in the worst mood right now, and she might kill us if we see him before her," Lilly answers.

"You think?" I ask.