Justin's POV:
The blackness started to shift and I saw a torch far away, or so I thought. That torchlight became bigger and bigger until it was to big for a torchlight. Now it looked like a floodlight, but it's shape changed and it became a long square. No matter what shape the light actually was it hurt my eyes… a lot. I put my hands up, in front of my eyes in order to shield my face from it.
My eyes darted around looking for other things to see, 'Where Am I' and 'What the fuck is going on', were my first proper thoughts. I saw my body was covered by a blanket and I was lying on a bed. The room was brightly lit, which made it very difficult for my eyes to make out anything else in the room. Then all of a sudden the sound of a voice came and shot into my ears.
I was extremely shocked by the loudness. "Oh my god, LOOK!" It was so loud I started to panic and threw the big heavy piece of cloth, that was covering me off my body. It was then, that I realized I was in fact in a hospital room. I saw two people running towards me, the first small and skinny with shoulder length brown hair and pale skin, the second tall and muscular with razor cut hair and dark skin. It took me a second to realize who they were.
"Mum? … Kenny?" I said with a scratchy voice. I felt a smile creeping on my face instinctively by seeing the two people, whom I loved deeply within my heart, come closer rapidly. "Yes, sweetheart, it's us." My mum immediately took my right hand into hers rubbing it with her thumbs, Kenny came to the other side of my bed and stood there looking very disturbed and weak, unlike anything I was used of him. "Justin, honey, we were so worried about you." – "We'll tell you about everything that happened, once you're feeling better ,okay?" They said very concerned. Pattie had a very blank look on her face and I noticed two more people walk in behind her. "So are you feeling fine?" Kenny asked. "I'm okay, I'm just hungry." I croaked.
A man in a white suit came to me, while a nurse checked the machines that were beside me. "Hello Mr Bieber, I'm the head physician in intensive care, Dr Schwartz. You've had a heavy traumas to your chest and neck. Luckily you won't have any permanent damages. You were in an artificial coma, by waking up your body is showing us that you're on the road to recovery. We will give you a slight sedative to make you go back to sleep and heal better though. We have you on very strong pain medication, so at the moment I can only allow you to drink some water, food will have to wait. How are you feeling at the moment, any pain?" The doctor asked. "Tired and weak, but no pain." I muttered. "Good, very good. I will come see you again in an hour, by then I want you back to sleep, alright?" I nodded at him and he swarmed out of the room again, the nurse right behind him.
"Don't worry, Justin, everything's going to be fine." My mother sobbed unconvincingly, while she helped drink some tap water. "So Justin, you better go to sleep now. We'll be here when you wake up." Kenny said, walking over to my mum. He then made her sit on the couch with his arms around her, she was sobbing heavily and that made tears run down my cheeks, it had always made me sad, when she was unhappy. The sleepiness started to take over and I fell asleep listening to her cry. The following sleep wasn't relaxing at all it was plagued by nightmare's and me reliving the accident over and over again.
I woke up feeling extremely nauseous and vomited all over myself, my two companions looked shocked, but I didn't care and immediately passed out from the exhaustion. The next 3 days felt like months passing by very slowly, as if to mock me. I spent most of the time sleeping uneasily and the few waking moments were accompanied by me either puking or drinking something, due to the extreme nausea or dryness in my throat.
Then I woke up at midnight, the next day was going to be my forth day in hospital, since I first woke up, there was a raging thunderstorm going on outside. I tried to go back to sleep, but after quite a while of just lying in my bed I decided it was pointless. So I pulled down my blanket and tried to get out of bed very slowly, but every movement hurt, though not as much as one might expect. My bare feet touched the cold floor, as soon as I managed to stand up properly I grabbed the infusion stand that I was connected to and rolled it over to the window, I leaned against it and looked out onto the lightning and water tormenting the city. I was guessing that on a normal day you'd be able to see the whole city from here, but right not a black wall blocked everything further than a couple of miles away. I looked back inside and saw Pattie sound asleep lying on the couch, I searched the room with my eyes and saw something of interest my iPhone was lying on a table beside my mum along with an open backpack. I wandered over there very slowly leaning onto the stand, I picked up my phone and turned it on, totally forgetting hospitals don't allow mobiles to be switched on. I had about 40 unread messages and several missed calls, but I didn't care about them at the moment. I clicked on the twitter application and tweeted that my fans shouldn't worry and that I was recovering. I lay back bed and fell back to sleep, I couldn't wait to go home again.