Oh god, I want you now

Chapter 12: Stage two

FUCK FUCK FUCK I  DINT MEAN TO PUBLISH. YOU GUYS ARE FAST ASL. SOME OF YOU ALREADY VOTED OMG I WASN'T EVEN DONE YET NOOOOO FUVK FUCK FUCK. IF YOU READ SOME OF IT, JUST PRETEND YOU DIDN'T PLEASE LIKE I DIDNT EVEN ADD THE VIDEO YET- OMG😫😫😫😫😫*AND I DID A LOT OF RESEARCH FOR THIS CHAPTER SO BE THANKFUL*

Any fucking ways,
Seven's been in the hospital for a week now and he's still in a coma.
"Are you sure, Billie?," 
"Yeah I'll be fine. I promise." I told que's mom. (I don't want to put her real name out there bc it's not my place to do so, so we're just gonna call her Tia and Billie's gonna call her Ms. Tia bc yeah)

"I won't be too long I promise-"
"Ms. Tia, it's okay. You've been here for a week you deserve to go home, take a shower and rest a little bit. I'll be here in case a doctor comes in with any updates and I'll call you if anything happens."

She walked over to me and hugged me tight. "Thank you Billie, I really appreciate it. And please, just call me Tia- or mom if you want."

I smiled at her as she walked over to que and kissed his forehead before walking out.

I really felt bad for her, Que was her only son. Most of his family lived in Philadelphia so he didn't have that much family in LA but the family that he did have, came a few days ago along with Prince, Graham, and Nakkita.

It was hard for me when everyone was here. I felt sort of overprotective of Que. I didn't like when all these people came to see him even though they were his family and his closest friends- people who he knew way before he even knew me. But ever since what happened in London, I felt like I was gonna lose him some how so I needed to protect him. That's another reason why I wanted him on tour with me.

I haven't left the hospital since I got here. My mom comes everyday though to bring food and to comfort me. I'm glad she understands that I really need to be here. She hasn't asked me once about going home or how I left tour once again. I'm pretty sure my fans understand too since they know what happened and probably know that I'm with que.

I haven't had any alone time with Que since I got here and Tia was talking with my mom and Finneas outside the room.

When I can, I tell him I love him and sing to him a little bit. He really likes ilomilo and that's what I sing to him most times but today I decided to sing to him 'At your best' by Aaliyah.
(I feel like Billie would sound so angelic and beautiful singing that song omggg and the song's up there^^ so go listen if you want to be blessed by Aaliyah's beautiful voice🥰but anyways, back to the story)

That song was one of my favorites by Aaliyah. It was so beautiful, it could make you cry. The lyrics, the melody, the song was beautiful and it was everything i felt for Que.

I layed on the side of the bed beside him and rested my hand on his cheek. He looked so peaceful. His breathing was slow and small. I started singing to him.
"Let me know... when I feel what I feel.." I sang.
"But at your best, you are loved. Your s positive motivation force within my life.."

As I sung to him, I rubbed his check and played with his hair. In between the song i bent my head down and kissed him. When I pulled out of the kiss, I saw his eyes slowly flutter open.

My heart nearly jumped out of my body
"Oh my god." I screamed out loud.
I bent down and hugged him tight. "Oh thank god." I let go of the hug and sat up and just held his face. I saw a tear role down his cheek.
"No, no baby. Your doing good. Your improving," I told him holding him tight again. "Progress. Your making progress."

"Wait I'll be right back," I told him leaving to go get a doctor. My heart raced as I raced out of the room to find the nearest doctor.

"His eyes are open! His eyes are open!" I told the nearest nurse.