Played.

35: "Home In L.A."

A couple days later, Justin was released from the hospital. Since then, he had spent most of the time in bed, too sore to even move properly.

"Do you want anything else?" I asked Justin, holding his head up while I adjusted his pillows.

"I should be fine, thanks."

"Okay, maybe try to get some sleep, we've got to fly home tomorrow."

"Yes, Miss." He nodded, as I began to walk out of the room. "Wait, Maddie."

"Mm?" I spun back around, making my way toward the bed again.

"Thank you. You know, for everything."

"Did Justin just...thank me? Oh wow, I better record this day, it's going down in history." I joked.

"See, that was a nice moment just then, and you killed it. Gee, thanks, Maddie."

"Oh my God, he did it again!"

"You're really funny, you know."

"I try." I flipped my hair back with my hand. "Now, you better sleep, the queen needs all the beauty sleep she can get. Night." I leaned over and kissed his forehead, then continued to leave the room.

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Once we had said goodbye to all of the family, we boarded the plane. We were among those allowed on first because of "special consideration", with Justin being in a wheelchair, and all.

It barely felt like four hours when we landed back home in L.A. I couldn't have been more happy to be back in the beautiful, sunny weather. The trip was amazing, but the cold, not so amazing.

Eventually, we pulled up to the Bieber mansion, at which I helped Justin into his chair, and wheeled him inside.

"Are you my designated carer now?" Justin smiled up at me.

"I guess, since no one else wants to be stuck with you all the time."

"So, you want to be stuck with me?" He smirked.

"I didn't say that."

"But you implied it."

"Okay, Justin." I pushed him through the house, stopping at the stairs. "Here we go." I walked round to the front of the wheelchair.

"Careful. We'll go slow." I hooked his arm over my shoulder and held onto his waist, trying to make it as easy and comfortable as possible for him.

I took the first step, he followed, hopping next to me. With much effort, we made it up five steps.

"Don't worry, Marcus is here to save the day."

Marcus came swooping in front behind. He took Justin's other arm, and helped to support him. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, literally. With Marcus' help, we managed to get up the whole staircase.

"I'll take you to your room." Marcus led Justin in the right direction.

"I'll get your chair." I skipped back down the stairs, grabbing the chair, and hoisting it along with me.

I put it down close to Justin so he could sit back down.

"Mom's gone out to the shops, by the way." Marcus said as we reached Justin's room.

"Did she say when she'll be back?" Justin asked, allowing himself to be helped into his familiar blue bed.

"No. She said something after, but I didn't get it."

"Helpful." Justin smiled sarcastically.

"I'm going to make something for us to eat, any requests?" Marcus said.

"I think there's pizza downstairs."

"Pizza sounds good."

"Need any help?" I offered.

"I think I'll be fine, Princess, but if you want to, you can come down." Marcus left the room.

"Excuse me, 'royal highness'?" Justin called.

"Yes?"

"Instead of going down to help my more able brother, may I have the pleasure of your complany to watch a movie with me?"

His voice sounded so sweet and innocent, there was no way I could say no. Not only that, but he was doing the most adorable puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen.

"Of course you may."

"Thank you very much, Queen." He shuffled along in the bed, opening the covers for me to come under.

"What movie are we watching then?"

"Close your eyes."

"Okay...?"

"Now pick." I felt a hard, plastic-like object in my hand. "No peaking!" Justin's hands covered my eyes.

I scanned through and picked a movie, getting settled and ready to watch it.