Within a week, Zayn received a four-hour infusion of high-dose chemotherapy and the first of 11 treatments of full-body radiation. His blood count plummeted.
This also left him frail, bald and wiped away his immune system completely. He was unable to tolerate food, and had to be fed intravenously.
For the next three weeks, he was kept in isolation. We weren't allowed to see him without washing thoroughly and putting on surgical gowns.
It was heartbreaking.
The marrow was finally injected in him through a incision in his chest. The doctor said he would be discharged when his WBCs count went upto 1000. Right now, he has to build up an entire immune system based on the few blood cells Perrie has given him.
Just a few weeks ago, he was a healthy-looking lad and now he has been brought to the brink of death.
And I have become a walking zombie. Dead from inside. I don't eat, don't smile. Nothing.
All I do is pray and pray and pray. Pray for him to be saved. He deserves it. He really does.
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Fanfictionzarry // completed I was young. I was naive. I was in love. We were happy.... But happy times never last forever. I should have known that. Because he said those three words that could either destroyed us, or could make us much stronger than before...
