Deadly In Love (A JB fanfic)

Chapter 56

(Christie's pov)
-7am-
"Just wake up baby," a soft male voice speaks, so I open my eyes to see Justin looking sad and worried. I shift, squeezing his hand a little. His eyes instantly meet mine, full of relief.
"Christie. Baby, are you ok?"
he stands over me. My head throbs in pain, and my throat is sore. "Justin," I hug him tight. I remember last night and start crying. "I got you baby. You're safe now," he whispers, holding me close. I feel so nauseated and tired. I try getting up, but Justin stops me. "Don't get up too fast babe," he starts to help me up slowly. "I need the bathroom," I hold my stomach. He leads me to the toilet, where I vomit. The only problem is that there's nothing to throw up. I'm obviously throwing up something, but it tastes metal-like. When I pause, I realize that I'm throwing up blood. It's a lot of blood too. Justin's hand rubs my back comfortingly. "That can't be good," he mumbles, just as surprised as I am. I lean against the wall and cough uncontrollably. It hurts like hell to cough, even to breathe. My breaths fall short and difficult. Justin stares at me worriedly, but he carries me back to his bed.
"Don't lay down," he orders before leaving the room. When he returns, he hands me a glass of water. I'm so thirsty, so I chug it. But my throat hurts so bad, and now my stomach aches and cramps. "What did he give you?" Justin brushes my hair out of my face. "I don't know," I whimper at the pain in my stomach. "Whatever he gave you, it was too much," Justin sits next to me, and I lean on him, trying to ignore the pain in my stomach, throat, and head.
"I should've locked the window," he murmurs guiltily. "It's not your fault Justi—" I pause because it kind of is his fault. He shouldn't have stolen the drugs in the first place. "Yeah, it is," he must've noticed the pause in my sentence. "It's ok. I'm fi—"
"Don't you dare say that you're fine. Christie, look at yourself. You're not even close to being fine. I'm not either," he sounds stressed and upset. "Sorry," I don't know why I'm apologizing.
"You have no reason to say that," he wraps his arm around me. "I feel terrible,"
I hold my stomach while whimpering. "I know," he gently strokes my hair. "It hurts to talk." My voice lowers as the words come out. "Then don't talk anymore baby," he holds my hand. Shit. I feel myself getting queasy again, so I pull away from him, and rush to the toilet. Once again, all I throw up is blood. It hurts so much and lasts forever. After I stop, I feel a tears roll down my cheeks. I'm so miserable, so I break into tears. Justin holds me close, and kisses my head.
"I know it hurts babe. Just hang in there." We stay there for a long time before I start to gag again. When I hover over the toilet to throw up again, Justin sighs in helplessness, then walks out.
(Justin's pov)
I can't take this anymore. That shit is killing her, or at least that's what it seems.
"Khalil, I need you," I motion Khalil to come here, so he walks over to me. "Dude, she's not doing good. She's throwing up blood and coughing." I'm hoping he has some experience with this. He used to be a hardcore junkie. Even I don't know how to handle it, and I do all types of random drugs. "That's not good," Khalil gives me a sympathetic look.
"I know. I think he gave her morphine," I lower my head. "Morphine? That should wear off by the evening," Khalil explains briefly. I merely nod , then walk back into my room. When I enter the bathroom, Christie looks terrible. She can't even kneel or hold herself up anymore. "Christie, I can't do anything to stop it. We just need to wait for it to wear off,"
I pull her close as she holds her stomach, whimpering. She's so pale and tired. I wish I could trade places with her. She doesn't deserve this.

All of a sudden, she starts shaking. Why is she shaking?
"What's wrong babe?" I notice that she's having trouble breathing, so I move away from her to give her space. I hold her hands and stare into her eyes.
"Breathe, Christie, just breathe for me." Then she starts to calm down and stop shaking. "I'm scared Justin," she whimpers. "It's ok baby. You can do this," I caress her cheek. She nods hopelessly, then rests her head on my shoulder.
-5pm-
I can tell Christie's feeling a little better. She stopped throwing up. Thank goodness. I was about ready to lose my mind if I saw her throw up again. It was horrible. Her coughing stopped and her headache wore off too.
"Are you feeling any better?" I ask her sweetly. "My stomach still hurts," she mumbles, and I know it's probably from all the blood she threw up. She's tired as well. I can tell she is.
"At least the worst part is over," I scoot closer to her. "Yeah." Her eyes narrowed, so I kiss her passionately, holding it for a few seconds. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," I smiled at her, making her smile back. "I gotta get my phone from my car babe. Be right back," I peck her cheek, then walk out the door.

Once I step in my car and find it, I shoved my phone in my pocket. Then I see two headlights in front of me, but they don't slow down. They keep heading towards me. Holy crap! Instantly, I jump on my car, hitting my shoulder as I land smack on the pavement. The car turns around and heads for me again. This time, I can't really go anywhere in time, so I leap on it, landing on the top of it, and on my back. I catch a glimpse of the person driving. It's Fiona, the girl who's trying to kill me. The car speeds up, making me fall on the concrete. I land face first before seeing the car turning towards me again. I can't just let myself die like this. Not when Christie needs me. So I crawl on my feet and quickly stumble to the staircase of the apartment. The car keeps driving towards me, and I crawl up the stairs. I quickly collapse inside the apartment and slam the door. "What the fuck?! What happened?" Khalil and Za rush over to me. I manage to stand up. Dammit, my back hurts, and I scraped up my forearms pretty bad. There's a bruise on my right shoulder too. "That bitch tried to fucking kill me again. Why can't I just kill her already?" I hiss angrily.
"Because, then everyone she's working for will try to kill you, or even us," Khalil looks out the window to make sure she's not out there. "Dammit. So there's nothing we can do about it?" I pop my neck and stretch my arms. "I'll handle it. Just go fix yourself up," Khalil pushes me towards my room, where Christie's lying down on my bed. I pull off my shirt as she notices my bruised state and instantly steps to me. "Omigod Justin what happened?" Her voice is tired and worn out, but full of concern. "She tried to kill me again. With her car," I step into the bathroom. "Are you ok?" she asks worriedly.
"I'm fine. Just a few scrapes that's all," I change into some black gym shorts. "How about you? You good?" I change the subject as I turn off the lights.
"Yeah. I feel better," she cuddles next to me in bed. "If you feel bad, wake me up," I kiss her cheek and wrap my arms around her. "Ok," she drapes her arm over my chest.
"I love you," I add before we get too tired. "I love you too Justin," she whispers before everything goes silent.

(A/N: I'm sooo sorry for not posting in such a long time. I've been so sick and exhausted. Every time I tried to post I just couldn't find the energy to do it. It's been like a week and I apologize for the delay.😟😳😬 Next post is on Thursday)