Secretly Loving You- Justin Bieber

Chapter Thirty Eight

Justin laid there, stunned as to what the doctor just told him. Za's face mirrored his, his awkward cough breaking the silence. "How far on?" He asked, avoiding eye contact with Justin as the nurse looked through her documents. "About a week or two, obviously its early days but we managed to pick up on it early, that's all the information we have right now, obviously we're going to be operating on her leg later on today to put it back into place, her arm will be in a cast and her hearing? That'll come back soon.." And with that she left the boys on their own, an awkward silence upon them. As much as Justin wanted to speak, and apologise for he pregnancy, he just couldn't find the right words to explain himself. What could he say? "I'm not saying I'm happy with the whole pregnancy, but I see the way she looks at you.. and I'm happy for her, for you.." Za mumbled, patting Justin's shoulder gently before heading outside, allowing the rest of the family to walk through. Justin was debating on whether or not he should tell his family about Tuka, knowing either way it would cause even more drama. If he kept it from them, they'll think he doesn't care, or trust them. But if he tells them, Tuka will be upset, due to her being the last one to know. He sat there for a while, thinking about how he didn't see any signs of it. She wasn't being sick, grumpy, she never had mood swings, nor did she have cravings. But the doctor said it was early days right? So, that means she wouldn't of had anything yet. Justin's eyes finally found his family, sending them a small smile he sat up carefully. "How you doing Bieber?" Jaxon asked, placing a small teddy on Justin's lap as he sat back on Jeremy's lap. 

"I'm good, good." He mumbled, trying his best to come across as strong as he could so no one could see that he, himself, was hurting deep down. Pattie saw past this, and asked the rest of the family to clear the room. "you guys go back and get some rest, I'll call you if we hear anything.." and in that moment, as Justin let his heart out, told her everything that was troubling him, Tuka stared blankly at the wall yet again. Some say silence is a bliss, that if you get even a second of it, you should cherish it. But as she sat in silence, she was screaming. Her mind was screaming, crying, begging for help, but her face showed nothing. Not a single emotion. The world was now waiting, waiting to know whether anyone came out of that crash alive other than the drunken man. By now, twitter had come back to life, and people were questioning what was happening. It had been 7 hours since the world had found out, 7 hours of the same man repeating himself, telling fans to either stay calm or strong. The world never knew how strong, and how big of an impact the Justin Bieber had made until today. People who seemed to of hated him for his mistakes, were now tweeting, posting, telling him to stay strong. People were now saying how much of a legend he is, and what he's actually done for the world. It was now, now that he was fighting for his life, that people realised what he had done. Tuka laid there, wondering if the world could hear her cries, wondering if they even cared that she was there. Or if any other family member saw her on the news. Would people even care if she died? Or would they just let it wash down the drain, so she was forgotten. She wondered if Justin was okay, and how he was coping with this whole thing. Whether he was begging to see her, or crying in his bed like she does. 

"Can I see her?" He asked, pushing his legs over the side of the bed as the nurse rushed over. "Are you sure? Mr Bieber you aren't meant to be walking for another two days." She mumbled, letting him wrap his arm around her neck in support. He staggered to his feet, falling slightly, but regained his balance. "Please, call me Justin.." He smiled, slowly but surly making his way towards her room. The nurse held the door for him, as he smiled to the people waiting outside. Za frowned at the sight before opening Tuka's door for him. Justin tiptoed inside, seeing her laying on the bed helplessly. He rushed over as fast as he could, wrapping his arms around her gently as tears rolled down his cheeks. It hurt seeing her like this, seeing her so weak and fragile. She ran her fingers through his hair, quietly sobbing as she was thankful she couldn't hear his cries. He lifted his head from her chest, leaning in slowly. He pressed his lips against hers, almost as if it was the first time they kissed. She sighed happily, kissing him back with passion, love, showing him how much she's missed him. He moved back slowly, grabbing hold of the note pad, passing Tuka her own. 

"I've missed you.." He wrote, pouting as he showed her, making her laugh. Her beautiful laugh was enough to make his heart flutter. He loved her, and he was ready to spend the rest of his life with her, and whoever else came along.

Tuka's P.O.V

"I've missed you too.." I wrote, pouting back. I missed him, his voice, his laugh, his eyes. Him in general. It frustrated me that I couldn't hear him, or anyone in fact. It annoyed me that everyone had to put in all this effort just because I couldn't hear. I felt useless, pathetic. "I wish you could hear me.." He wrote, avoiding eye contact me, making my heart sink. I patted the space beside me, motioning him to lay with me. He was hesitant at first, but soon laid beside me, stroking my hair. I could tell her was singing, or humming something, by the way his chest vibrated. I just wish I could hear, that I could hear what he was singing, hear his voice and hear him say I love you. But I couldn't. And probably won't for a long time. 

No One's P.O.V

The world was still waiting to know if the young singer was still alive, and what damage this whole thing had caused. "We have new news coming in about the pop star.." The news reporter paused, bringing everyone onto the edge of their seats. "Both passengers are alive.. and on the road to recovery.." And with that, the world prayed, and thanked the lord. Fans started to cry, with happiness that it wasn't the end of Justin Bieber. The following day, there was still no change with Tuka. Her leg opporation went well, and she would be able to walk with crutches by this afternoon. Her hearing still wasn't back, but she could hear the vibrations of noise, like she had earphones in, and couldn't exactly hear what was going on. Justin was now up about a few days quicker than expected, but the doctors explained that he was more determined that other patients that they have had. That he had more ambition to get on his feet. His family blamed it on Tuka, as he was constantly in and out of her room, collecting small things like books, Ipod, phone, maybe even McDonald's now and then, even though he got told off. Paul, Jeremy, Pattie and the kids were at home, freshinging up before arriving back at the hospital. Of course, they told Za it was okay to leave, but he didn't want to. He wanted to be here if anything changed. He thought if he left, and something happened, like she went into panic, he wouldn't be here to help. "How're you going to tell Tuka about the baby?" Za asked Justin as they sat outside in the sun. Justin felt somewhat better sitting outside rather than inside that hospital, people crowding around him and the small rooms were enough to make anyone go insane. "Ill wait until she can hear, tell her what's she's missed then explain how everything is okay, maybe be really cheesy and place my hand over her stomach as I say it.." Justin smirked, nudging Za slightly. They both chuckled and joked for a while, feeling somewhat better than the day before. Doctors always wondered why Justin had recovered so easily, how he managed to be up on his feet after what had happened. But, everyone knew he was a fighter, and if he wanted to do something, he'd push himself until he got there. He was a fighter, and now, he had someone else to fight for too. 

*Few days later*

"Tuka.. I love you.." Justin mumbled, causing Tuka to gasp as she heard him clearly. Tears streamed down her face as he began to speak more, his eyes widening as he saw she was listening. "I love you!"