EMILY

The Bath

Emily's POV

As soon as Noah informed me that Justin was awake, I left everything I was doing and drove towards the hospital. I didn't know what I was going was right or wrong but it didn't really matter.

Once I reached his room, I asked the nurse if I could visit him. She let me in and left the room after me. He was already staring at me with his hooded, brown eyes.

"Hey." I said and sat down beside him. His gaze was unnerving me but I didn't show it on my face.

"Hey." his voice was really low.

"How are you feeling?" I said and looked around the room. A person like me couldn't even afford a luxurious hospital room like me. It was almost as big as our lounge.

"Tired." he whispered. "And shitty."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"For stressing everyone out." he replied.

"That you did." I said, stealing glances of his face. "But you are alright and that's what matters the most."

I felt his hand over mine, drawing small circles. My skin tingled under his touch but I didn't pull back my hand. "I am sorry." he muttered weakly and looked into my eyes. "I shouldn't have drive while drunk."

When Noah told me that he was driving while drunk, I felt really sad and angry, most of all angry. How could I ever say something harsh to him, knowing he might kill himself? Things don't work like that.

"You shouldn't have." I said and pulled back my hand.

"I know." he said. "I would never do that again."

"You better not." I said sternly.

"Mom said you stayed with her for most of the time." he asked, once again holding my hand.

"I.. Um.. I did." I could imagine the blush on my cheeks.

"Thanks." he whispered and kept staring at me while the warmth in my cheeks increased.

We kept talking like that. Well he talked and I gave one worded answer. Whenever I embarrassed myself, he would slightly smirk at me, embarassing me more.

"I'm seriously worried for you Emily. If you stay here one more minute, your face might explode." he said, teasing about my blush.

"Shut up." I slapped his arm and he winced. Realising what I had done, I started chanting sorry to him and he kept on laughing, despite the pain that was evident on his face.

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Justin's POV

She has been visiting me regularly the whole last week. We talk for hours, about random things, like weather, or a new Tv show or any movie or college. I never realised just talking could feel so good. In all my relationships, I never talked. Girls and I would just do stuff, but talking was where I put a limit. I didn't like that mushy feeling but with her, it felt different.

Today was the day I was discharged from the hospital. I still had some difficulties in moving and walking but my physical exam was better. I was less exhausted and my body didn't feel like it was run over by a car anymore.

"Mom." I said to her when Dad left the room. "I'm fine now. You don't have to look sad."

"I'm not sad." she lied.

"Then why do you look like you're about to cry?" I cocked my head sidewards and asked.

She sat down on the bed beside me and let out a long sigh. "Because I feel like I never give you the attention you deserve. I feel like I failed in bringing you up."