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