chapter seventy eight

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JUSTIN'S P.O.V

Still no change. It's been about 2 weeks. Everyone's fine. Mums recovering. We've had to change dates for the Tour again. We've missed Christmas too. Rylie still hasn't come out of her coma. Her heart gave way last night. She's a fighter. I walked in to see her weak pale body laying there. "Hey baby, it's just me..." I mumbled sitting down. I probably look stupid but I don't care. "We've been on the news... People have been asking about you..." I sighed, knowing she probably didnt hear me. "I told them everything was okay, I haven't said about the baby yet... I was thinking, when you come home. We could start on the bedroom..." I've always wanted to paint it with her. Never without her. I couldn't bring myself to do anything until she was out, safe and sound. "We could go baby shopping too, you can choose whatever you want..." I chuckled lightly. "I love you baby, come back please..." I chocked, tears stinging and begging to fall. "You know... I never thought this was so hard. I can't imagine what you went through when I was shot.." I sniffled. Looking down at her skinny body. "Baby come back..." I chocked laying my head on her lap. 

RYLIE'S P.O.V

I couldn't feel my body. I couldn't hear anything. I tried to move. "Baby come back..." Justin? Justin? Why is Justin crying? What happened? I pushed my eyes open slowly. I looked around. This wasnt home. I'm not home. Am I? Am I in the hospital? Why? I looked down to see Justin crying on my lap. What made him upset? I tried to open my mouth but, nothing. I tried again. "J-Justin..." I whispered, my voice cracking abit. "Oh great! I'm imagining your talking..." He chocked on his own words. "Justin...." I mumbled, moving my hand to his head. He shot up straight away. "Baby?" He blinked a couple of times before pulling me into a hug. "Your awake! What do you remember?" He shot questions at me. "Justin... What happened? I feel sick..." I mumbled, looking around again. Where was everyone else?  "Justin...." I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. I feel, different. I mean, yeh I've been in hospital but, I feel... Different.

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