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