Justin's POV:
"You're going home!" Pattie exclaimed as she entered the room. "Wait, so … you're going to break me out of here?" I asked quite confused. "What? No, Justin, why would you think that? The doctor said you could go." – "Oh, right!" I said blushing slightly.
I slowly got out of bed, because I still wasn't really sure if I could walk properly. After all I'd only done my first steps after waking up in the hospital last night.
Before I could even get a proper thought together, my mum had packed all my possessions into a giant suitcase. She gave me a bunch of fresh clothes and I gladly took them. I made my way towards the tiny bathroom and heard Pattie say something like "Why are you doing that? There's nothing I haven't seen before.". I rolled my eyes and quickly closed the door. But let's just say getting changed after you've been ill in a tiny bathroom with limited bodily abilities is not easy. In a brief struggle I managed to slip on some jeans and a t-shirt, I had some trouble figuring out how to do up my shoelaces though.
After I was done we said our goodbyes to the hospital staff and took the elevator to the ground floor. Luckily although it was quite unusual there weren't any paparazzi waiting outside the front entrance or at least none I could see.
I was extremely relieved, when I noticed Kenny waiting beside my Range Rover. He helped me get into the backseat with Pattie, I put my seat belt on and as soon as we were driving I leaned my head on my mums shoulder and fell asleep cuddling up to her. Though I would've never admitted it, simply walking to the car was terribly exhausting.
I woke up feeling a hand pushing the hair off my forehead. "Hey Justin, sweetheart, wake up." Pattie said calmly. She was sitting beside me on our hotel room couch. I smelled pancakes and looking out the window behind me, I saw the light blue sky outside. I noticed a blanket on top of me and gladly snuggled into it. "Justin you've been sleeping since yesterday afternoon, I think you'd better get up." – "I've been what?" I asked shocked by how long I slept. "Yeah, honey, now get up it's time for breakfast." I sighed. "Okay mum, I'll get up."
"Is there anything planned for today?" I asked while I was eating the warm pancakes with some chocolate hail. "No, you can relax today, but I think Scooter has some stuff planned for you later this week. I think he's scheduled a press event, a couple of TV interviews and a photo shoot. I asked him to cancel your rehearsals."
I nodded and continued wolfing down my breakfast. After I was done I went back to the couch and switched on the telly. I continued watching cartoons and morning comedy shows like scrubs till lunch time.
I saw Pattie coming in from the balcony, she had been on the phone and obviously didn't want me to hear her talking. "Did Scooter change his mind? Does he want me to work?" I asked her. "No, no, sweetie, I told you, you need time to recover. But you were right it was Scooter. He has news about Ryan, from the hospital." Her expression darkened and suddenly fear started creeping into my head.