, (to my friend Ali, who requested this one: can you please write one of Justin getting super sick and Hailey being with him at the hospital white they run a bunch of tests?)
I walked over to our bed and sat on the edge.
-Hey, superstar- I whispered caressing his warm cheek softly. He squinted his eyes open, before shutting them tight and moving away from me. I patted his back thru the comforter and smiled weakly; Justin is feeling sick for over 3 days now, and I was starting to get worried.
He pushed himself up and turned over so he was sitting, leaning against the headboard. Once again, he didn't look right. He's been running high fevers, stomachaches and abnormal headaches. He can't even move his head without groaning in pain.
I looked at him closer and noted his flushed cheeks and groggy expression. I pushed his hair out of his face and pressed my hand to his clammy forehead.
-Are you feeling any better, Jay? -I asked, taking my hand away from his burning skin.
-No- he whined, rubbing his eyes and immediately holding his head, feeling pain just from a small talk.
-You're very warm- I stated.
-I don't feel well- he whined, lethargically.
-We're going to the hospital, okay? You need to see the doctor, baby- I said, caressing his cheeks and waiting for the protest. Justin only say he deal okay with doctors, but he doesn't. He hates hospitals, medicine, needles and even thermometers. Being sick was hell for the poor baby.
-Okay- he whispered, tired already of feeling yucky.
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-How you holding up, Jay? -I whispered, noticing he was already dozing off, his head never leaving my shoulder. We were waiting for the doctor for not longer than 10 minutes, and he was almost falling asleep again.
-Am I taking shots? -he whispered, his eyes barely opened as he cuddle more to my side- I don't want to.
-No, baby- I giggled- She'll probably just give you a prescription.
-Okay- he said in a small voice- I'm cold.
-I know. It's the fever, baby. We don't want it to get any higher, do we? -I said, and saw him shaking his head 'no'- So I can't give you another hoodie.
He was wearing his favorite purpose tour grey sweatpants, a long sleeved black t-shirt and a black hoodie on top, while I was wearing some black denim shorts and a white tee.
I kept rubbing Justin's head for 5 more minutes until the doctor finally arrived. She was apparently in her mid forties, her short light blond hair in a low ponytail and a white coat on top of her bunny scrubs.
-Good evening. I'm doctor Ballard, how are you? -she said smiling, shaking my hand and smiling at Justin, who kept glued to my arms, making me giggle- Mr. Bieber, huh? My daughter is a huge fan.
For the first time of the day, Justin smiled, shaking her hand.
-So, what brings you here, Mr. Bieber?
He looked at me.
-He's been having those strong headaches, where he can't even move his neck. His fever is usually around 102.2 and he's not eating. He's feeling nauseous the whole day.
-Alright, when did he start feeling sick? -she asked, writing down on her clipboard.
-Three days ago.
-Right- she smiled- Can you please seat on the table for me to take a look at you, honey?
Justin nodded after I gave him a reassuring smile, and he slowly made his way and sat on the table. She started checking his temperature, checked his blood pressure, his heart and breath, his weight and height, his eyes and throat. I saw that Justin had a painful look on his face and I frowned, knowing that sitting down made his headache worse.
