Letting out a deep sigh, wewe rub your temples in frustration. Your father had just called wewe to tell wewe that your mom had been admitted to the hospital because of a serious cough she had gotten. wewe are currently on tour with your boyfriend, Justin, and wewe can’t do anything about it. Your phone beeps and wewe receive yet another ‘are wewe okay?’ text from one of your cousins who had obviously also gotten the message. wewe let out a small shriek, wanting to just fall asleep and forget everything. wewe and your mom had always been close but wewe had recently started talking less when wewe had gone to visit Justin for a couple of months while he was on tour. It wasn’t that your mom loved wewe less for visiting him, rather the opposite. She was proud of wewe and Justin and your relationship with him. She was happy to see that wewe both worked hard to make the long distance relationship work. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Justin asks suddenly, making wewe lash your head around to locate the sound. Justin looks at wewe concernedly and when wewe meet his gaze, he immediately sits down beside wewe on the hotel room couch. “Nothing.” wewe sigh, “It’s just that… Dad just called and… He alisema tha-that mom’s in the hospital. She was admitted today because of a bad cough. I don’t know what’s happening, Justin! I-I’m supposed to be there for her but I’m here, halfway across the world. I-” Before wewe can say more, Justin has wewe wrapped up in his embrace as sobs wrecks through your body. He sneaks one of his hands under your t-shirt and rubs your back while the other is stroking your hair. “Shh…” He whispers softly as wewe cry into his shirt. He eventually pulls away and places his hands on your shoulders, forcing wewe to look directly at him. “It’s going to be okay. [Y/M/N] is strong, wewe know that. Remember that time when we were in 5th grade and she broke her ribs when she fell down the stairs?” wewe nod slowly, sniffing. wewe still can’t see where he’s going with this. “She was up and going the dakika the doctor gave her the okay. She’ll be fine, [Y/N]. I promise.” Justin offers wewe a small smile as he wipes the few tears, which are still falling from your eyes, with his thumb. “Thank you,” wewe whisper, your voice hoarse. “Thank wewe for always being there for me. Thank wewe for loving me like wewe promised in 3rd grade. I upendo you.” “I upendo you, too, [Y/N].”