key to my heart | jariana

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Walking down the hallways of the hospital, Ariana scrunched up her nose, trying to ignore the beeping sounds of life machines and the people in stretchers being rolled by her.

Ariana knocked on the bathroom door, frowning. "Justin? You alright in there?" She heard slight grunting before an answer.

"I-I'm fine," Justin mustered out shakily, flushing the toilet quickly and washing his hands.

Ariana stepped back and Justin exited the restroom, his hair messy and his face pale. She placed a hand on his cheeks, the other on his forehead. "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

Justin gave her a small smile. "No, I'm good."

"Are you sure?" Ariana asked, unconvinced. "Your forehead is hot. And you're really pale Justin, I don't think you should-"

Justin stopped her by placing a kiss on her forehead. "Baby, I'm alright. Just getting used to this Argentina weather, that's all. Stop worrying about me and start worrying about getting yourself to the stadium for your performance."

She pouted cutely, but nodded. She grabbed her duffel bag and began heading towards the door of the bus, Justin right behind her, holding his stomach and wincing. He was not alright.

The two made it to the stadium just in time for Ariana's sound check.

"There you guys are! Why are you guys always so late?" Scooter chuckled, shaking his head at the two singers as they entered the huge stadium in Argentina.

Ariana giggled as Justin answered, "Sorry, I was having a little stomach problems."

A worried expression immediately came across Scooter's face. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm totally fine. It's probably just the heat."

Scooter nodded, unsurely. A case of suspicion filled Scooter but he let it go. He turned to Ariana, who was laughing at her dancers on the stage. "Ariana." She turned her attention to him. "Why are you still here? You have a sound check to do!" Scooter yelled, quickly ushering the petite girl towards the stage.

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" she shrieked, giggling as she ran up the stage.

Scooter smiled, shaking his head. Turning around to talk to Justin, he realized that the boy wasn't there. Looking further out, he saw him running backstage.

"Yo, Justin, where are you going?"

"It's the heat!" was the last thing Scooter heard before Justin disappeared.

Scooter's eyes turned into slits, almost certain that there was something going on. "It's not from the heat."

He immediately turned and walked to Ariana, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from the stage, far enough so that the dancers couldn't hear.

"Whoa, Scooter, what's up? I thought you wanted me to-"

"Yeah, I know," Scooter interrupted, nervously. "Have you noticed that Justin has been feeling sick today?"

"Um, yeah. He's been in the bathroom mostly all day today. He keeps blaming Argentina."

"I think that it's something more than the heat. I'm getting really worried that he's actually very sick," Scooter stroked his chin, as if investigating. "And I think it has something to do with that chef from Falcon's Diner."

"What? The main guy?"

"Him. He was all for giving Justin that specific plate of food."

"He said he got a specific order for Justin."