Count Of Three, We Run (Justin Bieber)

21. Wow...

"Dancing includes a lot of movement." Micah said, with his hand under his chin. "And just like running, your throat tightns  But a lot of movements cause dust, which cause coughing. Usually, coughing will getbyour throat all worked up and etc."

I nodded, carefully. I didn't understand everything, but I got the jist of it.

"What does chemotherapy do to you?" I askrd him.

"Many things actually..." Micah shrugged. "Well... What it does is that chemo literally kills everything inside you. The good cells and the bad cells. So you get very weak and look older than you should. Usually about at least 10 years?"

What Milton and Mia talked about came in mind:

"Taking chemo will probably make you looked at least 10 years older."

"So?"

"Imagine. Justin will be liking someone who looks like at least 30 years old?"

"Or older." Micah's voice snapped me out of my flashback.

"Wow..." Was literally all I could say.

Micah handed me a buisness card. "Here. contact me if you need, okay?"

I gave a nod, politely. "Thank you for... your time."

Micah smiled, and I just walked out of the room.

As I waled out of Micah's office, I saw Valentine sitting in the waiting room, biting her thumbnail.

"So... what's up?" I asked her.

I must've startled her. She kinda jumped and look at me with wide eyes.

I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry..."

She shrugged. "No, I was zoning out. This isn't your fault."

"Anyways, what were the results?" I asked once again.

"Well..." She started. "I'm kinda waiting dor the results at the moment and it's complicated."

"Valentine Taica. Valentine Taica." The intercom speaker spoke up. "Your results are out."

Valentine looked at me. "Catch you in a few?"

I nodded, assuring her anf she sent me a smile right before she left. I rested back onto the hard blue plastic chair. Mia... I wonder if she's okay...?

"Justin Bieber?" I turned my head the direction my name was called. A small girl was in a hospital gown, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Hey princess!" I sent the little girl a smile.

She giggled.

"What's your name princess?" I asked.

"My name is Jill." She answered. It sounded a lot like Mwai nyame ish Jwill. But... I... I found it cute. I smiled.

"Hey there princess Jill, why are you in the hospital? Where are your parents?"

"Well... My orphanage teacher said I was sick... So I'm here." She shrugged. Weyall... Mwai orfanage teasher sed I wash shick... Sho I"m heeya!

I noticed that she had difficulty pronouncing the 's' sound. But I also noticed that she said orphanage. And I also noticed that she was smiling like crazy.

"What made you smile so big?" I blurted. I mean, she's in a/the hospital!

"Well... You're Justin Bieber. You're my hero!" Her eyes were twinkling like stars. Weyall... You'wa Juzteen Biebver. You'wa mwai heeyaro!

I chuckled. She also said both 'v' and 'b' on my last name.

"Hey Jill, c'mon. You needa get your daily check up." A nurse said.

Jill pouted and I smiled at her. "Here, gimme a hug." I told her with my arms wide apart."

She giggled and ran into my arms. I gave her a slightly tight squeeze, earning a squeel from her. I let go and looked at her. "Stay strong princess."

She waved bye and left with the nurse.

Staring at them walk away, I smile. Jill reminded me a lot of Avalanna. Talking of Avalanna, where's Mia?

I got up and looked around. She went to the emergency room, right? I went to the nurse and asked., "Where is Mia at? Mia Jones?"

She lazily looked at me and looked at her papers again. "She's in the emergency room."

No shit Sherlock.

"Where is the emergency room?"

She shrugged. I stared in disbelief. What the hell is wrong with this nurse?

The nurseblooked at me with a poker face. "To your left."

My left? My left where? I turned my head towards the left and felt so stupid. On the wall was a HUGE sign that said EMERGENCY ROOM.

Great...

I followed the sign and face one door. I feel so stupid! Maybe... Ugh. Why did I even ask her stupid nurse?

I opned to door, and there were nurses just roaming around the empty room. On the oposite side wall, there was another door. That's probably the room Mia's at...

I started walking, only to be stopped by a cute medium heighted nurse. She was smiling at me shyly.

"Sorry, no autographs or pictures." I simply said.

She frowned, but it was a confused frown... Not a disappointed frown. Her face showed realization after a while. She laughed. "I don't need anything from you. You need something from me. Not the other way around." She crossed her arms. "You're not in the right outfit to enter the room."

She handed me a stack of greenish white frolded clothes... and a mask. "Germs aren't allowed in. We'll also have to sanitize you." She stated, simply.

"Oh..." Was all I said. Some sassy nurse...

I changed, behind a curtain and put the mask on. The sassy nurse sprayed me with what I expext to be sanitizer.

An older nurse came by. "Serenity?" I guess that's the sassy nurses name...? "Is Mr. Bieber allowed in the emergency room?"

Serenity froze. "Oops... He barged in, so I thought he had permission. Sorry..."

The older nurse looked at me. "How are you related to Miss Jones?" She raised an eye brow.

"I'm... kinda... you know... She's like... uhh... I'm Mia's boyfriend?" It came out as a question.

It took sometime convincing the older nurse that I deserve to meet Mia, a.k.a. my girlfriend, but I was allowed in right after I said I knew Milton.

As I walked in the emergency room, there still nurses and doctors around Mia's hospital bed. They were discussing some things. But Mia's eyes were closed and her heart monitor thing was beeping, with a 3 second distance between them.

Beep... 1... 2... 3... Beep... 1... 2... 3... Beep... 1... 2... 3...

I remember the first time I heard her heartbeats. There was a 4 second distace. But this time, she had on an oxygen mask and an IV chord on her left hand. She was in a white hospital gown with uer legs bare and her hair was... off. Her skin was pale as if she hadn't seen the sun for years and her arms and legs were boney and very skinny. I gulped.

Someone cleared their throat, and I turned my gaze from Mia to whoever they were.

"Well..." It was Milton. "She's not in best shape. What happened?"

"I... I don't know..." I answered with full honesty.

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