Fame Or What?

Part 47

Throwback to the last part: You and Justin had a fight. He decides to go to a club and you follow him. You reconcile with Justin but only then there is a bomb attack in the club. Justin safes you by putting his own life in danger.

*Justin's pov.*

»Hey, Jay«, I perceive the sound of a female voice,»I...I don't know if you can hear me...but...but if you can then please listen to me.«

At first I'm surprised to hear her voice since my sense of hearing didn't seem to function anymore. But after some seconds of silence I start to listen to the noises of my surroundings more carefully. When I notice the girl beside me sob I try to open my eyes or just move my body but my muscles aren't working.

»I-I'm so sorry, Justin«, she stutters,»If I would've told you about the thing in my school earlier then maybe we wouldn't have had a fight and you wouldn't have been in this stupid club.«

My ears are understanding every word the girl says but none of them make any sense to me. It's as if my brain can't process the information behind the sentences.

»Whatever, the most important thing right now is for you to recover quickly and...come back«, she whispers the last words.

Suddenly I feel her hand touch mine. I try to open my eyes desperately but I'm too weak. What is this?, I ask myself. Am I dreaming? All of a sudden I perceive the sound of another voice. This time it's a male voice.

»Com'on Justin! Open your eyes!«, the guy says.

Only then my eyelids begin to flicker. Instantly I collect all my power to practically awaken myself. Meanwhile I listen to the voice encourage me. A few attempts later I'm able to open my eyes only a little bit but enough for me to get a glimpse of my surroundings. I see two silhouettes standing in front of my lying body and it seems like I'm finally getting my visual sense back. Nevertheless, I need some minutes to completely adjust to the light in the room.

»Hey, buddy! Look at me!«, the male voice tells me.

I lift my head up some more to be able to face the guy and with one last push I fully open my eyes. Relieved I breath in the air through my mouth and scan the room once again. I look at the bed I'm lying on and notice some weird syringes on my arms which have been pushed in my veins. On my right I catch sight of a monitor which is showing my heartbeat. In that moment I know exactly where I am.

»Justin?«, a deep voice calls me.

Slowly my eyes wander back to the two men in front of me. Now there are no longer silhouettes but clear figures that I can see.

»Are you okay? Do you remember me?«, the younger one of them asks.

I examine his whole appearance and shake my head. His face turns pale and I can see the  shock in his eyes.

»I have no idea who you are«, I respond.

»O god«, he sighs and runs his hands through his hair nervously.

»I mean I have no idea who you think you are. I'm starving and you haven't even brought me food«, I laugh recognizing both Alfredo and Scooter.

They join my laughter and seem to be more than happy to see me awake. Fredo approaches the bed and gives me a tight hug. Only then some doctors enter the room to check on me.

»Hello, Mr. Bieber! How are you?«, one of them asks me.

»I'm actually feeling fine!«

»That's great to hear! We've done some tests and had to notice that your back got affected by the accident you've been through. Do you remember it?«, he wonders.

Suddenly all the memories come flashing back. I remember the club and that there was a shooting. Additionally, my brain reminds me of the bomb that hit me.

»I do«, I respond and hectically look around the room,»Where...where is Y/N?«

But before anyone can answer my question I catch sight of my parents. As soon as my mom sees me tears form in her eyes.

»Thank god, you're back! I was afraid you'd never wake up but here you are. God brought you back to life!«, she says while giving me a big hug.

»I missed you too«, I reply smiling,»But it's not like I've been asleep for years.«

After I said those last words my mom stops the hug and stares at me seriously. Irritated I look at the others but they're silent as well. Then my father puts his hand on my shoulder and I slowly start to get a bad feeling.

»You've been in a coma for...three months, son«

After all I made it! I've written a new part and I hope you like it. Also I hope you'll continue reading this story even though I may not update it that often. Just see this fan fiction as a series: There's always a break before a new episode comes out ;)