Long road ahead.

Day 7

2 Days Later

"He awake?" I asked Pattie. She shrugged.

"I don't know. You can go see if you want," she said. I nodded and went back into Justin's room. I went in and closed the door behind me. Justin lay motionless in bed, on his stomach like always. I went and stood by his bed. I smiled a little bit. I reached out and felt his forehead, and he opened his eyes slowly.

"Hey, sorry, didn't mean to wake you," I said. He shook his head.

"It's fine," he said, then turned and sat up.

"Your fever's almost gone," I commented. He nodded and smiled a little bit.

"I feel a lot better," he said.

"Good," I replied. Sure, his voice is still a little scratchy and he's still very congested; sure, he's still got a cough that sounds like crumpling paper; sure, he's still got a sore throat and he sneezes every couple minutes, but overall he's doing a lot better. Except for his appetite. That's not doing too well, but it'll get better in time. He gets hungry, but he still for some strange reason just does not have the energy to feed himself. He can just barely sit up and walk, and not for too long. He sleeps a lot and he's always tired. He still has a fever of 102.5, last time I checked.

"You wanna come up front?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Yeah, sure," he said quietly. He got out of bed and started walking shakily up front. I followed him, noting how weak he still is. He sat down on the couch and erupted in a harsh, crackling coughing fit. He was shirtless, so you could see his abs clenching and relaxing. Once he was done, he went and got his phone off the counter. Jazzy came and sat on his lap while he checked Twitter. Suddenly he turned to the right, away from Jazzy and everybody else, and brought his right hand to cup loosely over his nose and mouth.

"Hupshoo!! Husshhoo!!! Hupshh!!" He let out three very congested sneezes; we still don't know why his allergies are going haywire so much.

"Bless you, Sweetheart," Pattie said from the kitchen where she was cooking dinner.

"Thanks," he said, turning back to his phone. I went and sat down next to him.

"Once we can get going with the tour again, Chaz and Ryan are coming back down," I told Justin.

"Really?" he asked, snapping his head up and giving me his full attention.

"Yup. But we have to wait until you're totally recovered," I said. He nodded and coughed a couple times.

"Oh, and Mama Jan wants to do a little vocal rehearsal tomorrow to see where you are," I added. He nodded.

"And then we do this show, then we can keep going?" he asked. I nodded.

"Basically, yeah. But you're not getting on that stage with an 102 degree fever," I said. He sulked a little, but nodded.

"101?"

"Nope."

"100?"

"Maybe. But probably not."

"99?"

"Possible. Depends on how you're doing overall," I answered. He nodded and coughed.

"See, that's gotta be gone. For the most part," I said. He pouted, but nodded.

"Don't be sad, Bieber!" Jazzy said, then kissed his cheek. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I won't, Babygirl," he said. I smiled. They have the cutest bond ever!!! Pattie finished cooking, and we all sat down to eat. Of course, I kept noticing that Justin ate two bites. That's it. Literally. I nudged him under the table, and he gave me a questioning look. I pointed my chin discreetly to his plate, which was full. He let out a small sigh and picked up his fork. He took one small bite, then suddenly the fork slipped from his hand and landed with a loud clatter on his plate. Everybody turned their heads.