Justin Bieber Imagines | Book 1

7 - Blurred Vision // PART 2

7 - Blurred vision // PART 2

It's been 5 weeks. 5 weeks since the surgery and Justin has been in coma since then.

My life has been lived in the hospital these weeks. I've eaten hospital food, I've slept in a chair beside his bed, hoping that he once day will reach out for my hand and say 'Baby' as he always says. I need to hear his voice again, I need to feel his touch.

Pattie and Jeremy have been by a few times, with the same amount of hope for their son to awake from this unbearable thing the doctors call coma. It's so hard, you can't even understand how hard it is to sit here, beside him and holding his hand. Giving it kisses, touching his hair, cheeks, arms and, oh so carefully, his soft and plump lips.

Monday, the first day of week six. This torment and I've been living in literally hell the past weeks. Pattie coming in and telling me to go home and get some comfortable sleep, in a real bed. But the bed isn't real or comfortable at all when Justin's presence isn't beside me. No, the bed is a stone-hard block without him. It holds so many late nights, long talks and intense moments that I'll not be able to sleep in it without him. That bed is going to bear way more memories because Justin is waking up again. I know he is, he just has to fight for dear life. He's strong and I know he can.

I carefully sit down in the chair, also called my bed, beside Justin's hospital bed before grabbing his hand. My thumb runs over it, slowly and softly. My actions haven't been nothing but soft the time Justin has been in coma. I've been scared to be too rough and maybe break him but he's strong, he's make it.

"Hi baby," I say softly. My voice quiet and almost not high enough for anyone to hear, "I miss you."

My thumb continues to graze over the soft skin on the back of his hand as I talk with him. It's not like talking to a brick wall. It's like talking to him, like when he listens to my long rambles about whatever that comes to my mind. He always listens, with a smile. He listens with that cute, little, crooked smile. He smiles that way at people he loves. I know because he looks at him mother like that, he looks at Jazmyn like that and he looks at his fans like that. The people he truly loves deserves to see that smile in real life. Not all fans have had the chance on meeting their incredible idol but it'll happen for the true fans. The Beliebers.

"I know you probably can't hear me but I one thing I know is that you'll make it. You'll wake up, be that happy and smiling guy I have known since kindergarten. You're going to grow up, have kids and get married. Whether it's with me or someone else, I'll be happy for you because you're a spot in the back of my head. A spot that'll never fade away. You're like a tattoo on my skin, Justin and just that thought makes my stomach tingle. I love you and I for sure know you love me too, that thought makes my heart beat thousand times per minute. You make me feel this special feeling that makes me want to be close to you all the time. We have a bond, strings, that'll never break and makes us to us," I say, my voice cracking.

"I need you here in the real world with me, Justin. I need you beside me and I need your kiss, your touch and hugs. The small gestures you come with like when in the morning, you think I'm asleep but I'm not. I notice and feel my heart melt whenever you kiss my shoulder and interlock our fingers. I can feel my stomach tingle whenever you look at me, whenever I can feel you smiling at me. It makes my stomach tingle and my heart melt, something I want to feel the rest of my life. I love, love, love, love, love you. So much," I whisper and squeeze his hand before bringing it to my lips and giving it a soft and blissful kiss.

A small tear escapes from my eyes as I keep my lips pressed against his hand. The tear slides down my cheek and falls onto his skin, disappearing as it falls further to the floor. "Come back to me."

Suddenly, the heart rate machine begins to beep. Loudly and fast. I gasp and quickly press the emergency button as I was told by the doctors weeks ago. Soon a team of doctors and nurses comes running in, pushing me away. "What's happening?" I ask a nurse as she comes towards me when she notice me shaking and gasping for air. "Is he going to be okay?" I ask, my hands trembling. The nurse gives me a sympathetic look before wrapping an arm around my shoulders, holding me tightly.

"A wise man once said: 'When you love someone, let them go. If they love you too, they'll come back'," the nurse says, rubbing a hand up and down my arm in a comforting way, "and in this situation I think, that no matter what happens to your boyfriend... He'll come back. He'll come back and love you as much as he did before." I give the kind nurse a small smile through my tears.

"I hope so," I whisper, looking as they roll Justin out of the room and towards examination.

All this shit has got my head spinning. Everything is blurred, this makes my vision blur. I always cry. Night and day, every minute, hour, day. All the damn time. I can't do anything than just sit here and hope the doctors will do anything to keep Justin alive because a life without him isn't even a thing I want to think about. Never.

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Aaaarghhh! Shit, this is so long :) there'll be a part 3 so don't worry my loves <3