"What?!" I scowl.
Victoria jumps from a fright as the excitement slowly drains out of me from what just happened moments before.
I swallow down the bile.
"She was driving to school and this drunk idiot pulled out right in front of her! did Dad call you at all?"
"He called this morning- I-" I shake my head. Fuck! "Doniya, I just want to know if she's going to be okay?"
She hesitates and I cup my forehead with frustration. "The impact of the vehicles colliding caused more than just one injury."
"How bad is it?"
She sniffs and I sigh quietly. "She fractured a few ribs and-" her voice cuts out.
"Doniya? Doniya are you there?!"
"Zayn? Is that you?" A new voice comes and even though I'm relieved to hear her voice, panic seethes through me again.
"Mum! What's wrong?! Where's Doniya?"
"I'm sorry. She just needed a breather. I wish you were here son! It was a severe accident."
"How severe?! Tell me!" I ask.
"There was no visible sign of trauma. But the impact of her head colliding against the steering wheel-
"No." I shake my head. "No! But you just said there was no trauma?!"
"Visible trauma, Zayn." She explains. "She was untouched, no blood, cuts or bruises but she wouldn't respond."
I swallow. Waliyha.
My annoying little sister.
"The doctors had found out she had intracranial hematoma, which means a blood vessel had ruptured, causing the blood to form around the brain. she was immediately operated on. She woke up but she wasn't responding." And that's when she starts crying. I close my eyes in pain.
"It's okay Mum."
Victoria faces me this time, her eyes wide with anguish and I take a seat on the chair. She joins me and attempts to comfort me, even when she has no idea what's going on.
"At the moment she's in a temporary vegetative state."
I frown. "What's that?!"
"She's awake but she's not there. A wakeful unconsciousness."
I look down. "Does she have any hope?" I whisper.
"The doctors said it was little but they're doing everything they can."
They better fucking do it!
"Don't cry, Mum. Everything's going to be okay." I can't even convince myself but I hate hearing my mother cry.
"When can you come, Zayn?" she questions, sniffing to herself.
I bite my lip. "I'm in New York Mum-"
I swallow as I hear Yaser.
My posture stiffens.
"One moment." I hear him speak to Trisha.
"Yes?" I reply, my voice tight.
"How long are you in New York for?"
"I can come tomorrow-"
"No. I said how long."
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Frost bite - Z.M (Book 3, Cold trilogy)Fanfiction
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