Count Of Three, We Run (Justin Bieber)

21. Wow...

-Justin's POV-

"I don't know you personally, so probably not. And I just started working here. But you might know my younger brother, Milton."

"Oh..." point of realization...

Although he's a stranger, I really wanted to ask him stuff. Plus, he's a doctor. "Can I ask you a couple questions?"

"Sure. It's my break time, anyways. My office?"

With a shrug, I followed him to his office. He sat down on his chair and I sat across from him. It felt as if I had a doctor's appointment.

"Why are you so intersted in cancer?" Micah asked.

I shrugged. He's a doctor... I can tell him, right? "Well... so you recognize me?"

"Of course I do. You're Justin Beaver." I ignored his common mistake. "oops. Bieber." he chuckled. "sorry. But could you do me a favor? I'll do one in return."

I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. But he look at me as if asking me for aproval. oh... "Ye, sure. What is it?"

Micah smiled. "My daughter, Ellie, is a 18 year old Belieber. Her birthday's coming up and I'll pay whatever needed."

"Wait wait wait. What's mine in return?"

"I'll tell you whatever you wanna know about cancer?"

That's a cheap trade... But suddenly, Mia's voice flew in my head. I sighed.

"No payment needed. I'll do anything for my Beliebers." I didn't lie.

Micah smiled. "I was kidding. I'm not even married." He shrugged. "But the deals on. i was just testing you to see if you're- nevermind."

Micah is... Interesting...

"So... Whatcha wanna know?"

"Well... The whole losing hair thing." I replied.

"Cancer doesn't cause you to lose hair."

"But... Mia has cancer and she lost hair. She's bald." But beautiful...

"Chemotherapy makes camcer patients lose hair."

"But she didn't have chemotherapy..."

"Are you 100% confident that she hasn't had chemotherapy before?"

I started nodding, but the nod turned unsure. Am I? Am I 100% confident?

"Maybe you should know about that before you keep going on woth the research."

I nodded in agreement.

"Any other questions?" Micah asked.

"Lung cancer... Why does it get deadly?"

Micah stared at me, with great interest. "You can't breathe."

I fought an urge to roll my eyes. "No really? Would've never known! I mean, watching Mia pass out all the time and-"

"Okay okay okay. I hear your sarcasm."

NOW, I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled. "Example... Running. Your throat starts to tighten to even a normal person has hard time breathing." He paused for a second. "What does this Mis girl like to do but can't?"

"Dancing..."

"Yes yes yes."

I noticed that he has a habit of repeating words... three times.