In Love With The Bad Boy. (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

A/N: Hey guys!! 2k reads!! Damn. You guys are great!! Anyways, it's been far too long. I don't really update on a schedule, so I'm sorry for that.....basically I'm going to do it off of reads now, so whenever you get my to a certain amount of reads, I'll update again. Sound fair? Okay so....next update 2.5k reads? Anyways, here's chapter 11. :)

CHAPTER 11

Justin's POV

It all happened so quickly. Emma screaming at me, the other vehicle ramming into us. I looked over there at Emma, and her eyes where closed. I heard sirens in the distance; the other driver must have called them. My poor baby Emma...... how could I have let this happen to her? She looked so helpless, so hurt. All from that stupid other driver. He couldn't just turn? Jesus Christ. Now I'm pissed off. I took a longer look at her, the sirens wailing coming towards us, the blood coming out from the right side of her head, the window busted. The truck must have hit us in the front where the engine was, because there was no noise from either of our vehicles. I went to touch her shoulder, I was thinking of attempting to shake her awake. The paramedics got there before I did and opened the door to my door and to hers.

They unbuckled her seatbelt and picked her up, putting her in a stretcher. They strapped her down and led her to the ambulance. Then two guys made their way towards me. I unbuckled my seatbelt myself as they made their way towards me. Looking down, I realized that I had blood on my arm. When I touched it, it ached. I was definitely going to have bruises there later......but that was nothing compared to what she felt right now.

The paramedics led me to the ambulance with her, and while on the way to the emergency room they asked me a series of questions, like what had happened to us and how it did. One of them informed me that the police were at the scene of the wreck too, talking to the man who hit us. I could barely answer their questions; my whole body ached and my brain was fogged with fear and worry for Emma. I'm pretty sure she was still knocked out. After they were finally done questioning me, I sat there with my head in my hands looking at Emma. The blood had stopped from her head....good. She looked peaceful in a way; her breathing steady, not needing a mask. She was just laying there, no expression on her face. It made me happy and sad all at the same time, and I'm still not sure how that could be.

When we made it to the hospital, she got led to a different room than me, but we both went right away. I figured she would be checked out before me, because after watching the clock tick along after what felt like forever in the room, the doctor finally came in. He asked me more questions, and I tried to answer them without getting pissed, even though I haven't seen Emma and I kept getting asked the same stupid questions over and over. He eventually bandaged up my arm and gave me medication to take for pain and headaches that I'm going to get from apparently hitting my head on something. I didn't try to remember.

After getting left to leave the doctors room, I immediately went to the nurse at the front desk to see where Emma was.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could find a patient for me? We were just in a car wreck, and I want to know where she is." I said to the lady as she looked up at me. She had a dark complexion with black hair, pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a blue set of scrubs, and looked up at me with sympathy.

"Yes, Emma? She's in room 179. But as of now, she's not allowed to have any visitors. Not for at least 2 more hours." The woman said, looking at her computer.

"2 hours? Are you fucking serious?" I responded, obviously pissed off. 2 hours? I have to see her now. I need to know if she's okay.

"Sir, I'm sorry. The least I can do right now is give you an update on her condition. That's all."

"Okay. Fine. Whatever. What's wrong with her now?" I said, looking down at the floor. I should've just taken her home and avoided this all. Fuck, screw John for even calling me for shit. He knows I was busy!

"The doctors say that she's just knocked out from her head injury," The lady said, interrupting my thoughts. "Everything else is fine, and she's even doing good breathing. All her scrapes and cuts are bandaged up."

"Okay, thank you." I sighed in relief. At least she's doing okay, for now. "Where's the waiting room?"

"Down the hall and to the right." She smiled at me from her computer.

I muttered my thank you's and made my way towards the waiting room. I immediately got my phone out and texted John that I was in the hospital from a car crash and not to bother texting me or even fucking visiting because I'm pissed. I know that Em is okay for now, but he's the one who got us into this fucking situation. He always calls me for bullshit, it's never even important. Damn it. I just hope she's okay.

I turned my phone off and rested my head in my hand, my arm propped up on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. Thoughts flooded my head and I did the best I could to block them out. I just wanted to make sure Emma was okay.

As I was thinking about the past few days I've had with her, I couldn't help but smile. She's been so amazing to me......and we haven't even really been together that long. She's so beautiful, and I love the taste of her lips, and the way her hand feels intertwined with mine.

Eventually I fell asleep laying on that waiting room chair, waiting to go see Emma in room 179.