Forever and always (sequel to Being Mrs. Bieber)

Chapter 21: My everything

Mia's POV:

I burst in the hospital doors, out of breath.

I go to the closest nurse, stopping her in her tracks.

"Excuse me? I'm looking for a patient here. His name is Justin Bieber?"

She nods.

"Yes, and you are?"

"His wife."

"Okay. I just came from the room that the surgery was happening in," she tells me.

I huff out a breath.

"Surgery? How's it going?"

She shakes her head.

"It's been tricky and they're almost done."

"Is he gonna make it?!"

"We'll tell you what we know as soon as we can Mrs. Bieber."

She goes to walk away, but I block her.

"You still didn't answer my question," I point out.

"Mrs. Bie-"

"Please. Just tell me now," I beg.

"Bu-"

"I need to know."

"Excuse me? Is there something I can help you with?," I hear someone asks.

I turn and it's a security guard.

I roll my eyes. This is like the last time I was at the hospital when Kenzie had cancer. Me and security guards don't get along very well, just like Justin and paparazzi.

To be honest, we're both bad with paparazzi. They both caused trouble for both of us together and individually.

"No. I'm just worried about my husband," I tell him.

"Okay ma'am. That's fine. I can take you to the unit he's in and you can wait there."

I nod and he starts to lead the way.

Wow, this security guard is not that annoying like the other one was.

He guides me through the hospital, and I feel myself getting nervous by the second.

I don't wanna lose Justin.

I don't feel angry at him at all anymore. I just feel sorry.

Sorry for putting stress on him. Ever since October 25th, 2011, I feel like I fucked up his life.

I put stress on him from when he knew about my broken heart until now.

At this point, I wanna relieve him from stress from me. But, I know me leaving is not gonna help that.

We're both not ourselves when we're not together. It's painful for us.

I take a seat on the floor against the wall in the ER hallway, staring at the emergency room doors down the hall.

I lean my head back and take another deep breath, before a frown spreads on my face.

* Flashback *

You're gonna love France," Justin tells me, pulling me closer to him.

"I already been to France before-"

"Yeah, but not with me. I'm gonna make this the best time of your life. I promise," he says, pecking my cheek.

 "Why are you being so nice?," I ask him, curious.