AN: This is an important filler...
Zayn's POV
I stared as the nurse walked around the room filling charts and other stuff. She was talking to me, but I wasn't really paying attention. I know it's rude, but the story about her cat was actually pretty boring. From the corner of my eye I saw her approach my bed.
"Am I boring you with my story sweetie?" she chuckled reaching for my arm to change the needles.
"No, it's really interesting how you taught her to use the bathroom," I said while she pulled the needle out of my arm. She threw her head back and laughed.
"Oh, you teenagers now a days don't care about stuff like. My grandson almost dies of excitement when he wins a game in those weird squared things you like to call useful. Phones! In my days they had a string attached to it," she smiled.
"Really? I thought those were disconnected years ago?"
"My mom liked the old fashion life," she nodded opening a new needle, "now, do you want to go to the bathroom before I connect you to this things again?"
"Yes please," I lied since in reality I just needed to stretch.
"Go on then. You already know the way."
I nodded and pushed myself up straight. Getting off the uncomfortable bed, I waddled to the middle of the room then stretched. A noise exited my mouth in pleasure.
"Feels nice huh? Those things nearly break your back," she shook her head. I sheepishly smiled and nodded.
Turning around, I exited the room leaving her behind. Since the bathroom was right across my door, I only took like three steps then reached it. Going inside, I quickly did my business since I did need to go after all. When I finished washing and drying my hands with the rough paper towel, I threw the paper in the bin and looked over at the mirror. My face was extremely pale and my eyes were sunk in. I looked terrible, my messy hair not helping at all. I brought my hands to my hair and quickly ran my them through trying to tame it. Realizing it was useless, I sighed letting my hands drop to my sides.
"Useless," I murmured to myself, "Everything is."
With that, I turned around and walked to the door. Pushing it open, I quickly pulled it back towards me when I heard Dr. Mark's laugh from the room. I don't know why, but something told me to listen.
"Unbelievable! I- I- this is funny," I heard him exclaim.
"Dr. I'm serious," Kylee's voice rang through.
"You're telling me you BELIEVE him? You believe his stupid fake dreams? Insane!"
What? Kylee believed me? Kylee... She believed me? This means the lads are real. This means everything is real and that there's gotta be a certain explanation as to why they're not here. I felt a smile crack on my face and butterflies fly in my stomach. In my head, I pictured how a small flame of hope started to shine in me-
but wait. Is this a test? Are they secretly testing me?
My smile faded as I blew out the flame arising in me. I couldn't get my hopes up just yet. I needed to make sure first.
"Dr. What else can you say it is?! Clearly all the evidence is here," she said frustrated.
"Look," Dr. Mark's voice boomed, "enough of this! Stop saying insanities and do your job right."
"But-"
"I said enough!" he said now in anger, "The only thing wrong with this kid is that he's stubborn and doesn't want to admit he's fine. He likes the attention. Clearly, all this pills aren't helping him because he's playing a little game with his mom. Now, I don't want to hear another word about these stupidities of yours. I'm the Dr. here and I know what's going on not YOU. You're only a new psychiatrist who thinks you already know everything. Well you don't. So to make sure you don't say anything else about your insane believes, today will be your last appointment with him."
"What? But there's still a lot of treatment he needs," she exclaimed.
"No he doesn't. I'm the Dr. So I say what's good for him," he said firmly.
"W-what do I tell him?"
"That he'll be going home soon and that he doesn't need you anymore. Simple as that."
"What if..."
Ignoring the rest of their conversation, I pushed the bathroom door open, walked across the hall and pushed the door to my room wide open. Dr. Mark and Kylee jumped in surprise but quickly composed themselves.
"Hi, Zayn," Dr. Mark greeted me.
"Hi..." I replied but looked over at Kylee.
"Hi, Zayn," she smiled at me but her warm eyes looked terrified.
"I came for your usual check up but the nurse said you went to the bathroom. Here, sit in bed and I'll connect you to the needles for her," he smiled but as I looked at him I didn't see the nice old man I used to see, but a terrible selfish prick. I numbly did as he said and sat on the bed. I watched as he slowly injected me the needles then moved onto checking my heart, eyes and ears.
"Everything looks fine. Looks like a little ear infection but I'll get you some drops for that. Other than that you're fine," he said writing something on my chart. I looked over his shoulder to find Kylee staring at the floor.
"Your new stronger doze is on the table. Take them like the others. Hopefully those work, and when we get your newest results back we'll talk about when you're ready to go home ok?"
I nodded for I didn't trust my voice at the moment.
"Ok then, I'll leave you with Kylee now," he smiled. I glanced down at my hands and nodded, but looked up in time to see him send Kylee a warning look. She bit her lip then nodded making him finally close the door.
"Hi, Zayn," she let out a sigh.
"Hi," I said as she slowly approached me. She dragged a chair and put it where she usually placed it. She sat down and set her notebook on her lap then looked up at me.
"I heard," I blurted.
"I know," she nodded.
"How?"
"It's written all over your face," she smiled slightly. I nodded.
"I'm guessing you want an explanation?"
"Yes please," I said making my voice sound small. She glanced over at the door then scooted closer to talk in a low voice.
"Well, I came to the conclusion that somehow in someway part of your dreams are real," she stated making a smile appear on my face.
"Whats the evidence?"
"Well, for starters, I searched up their names and those boys are real."
"And?"
"Do you remember that on my first visit I asked you to tell me something I could find out if it's true right away?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, as it turns out, Liam WAS born with one kidney. Louis DOES have sisters. Maura IS Niall's mom. And Harry DOES have four nipples," she finished. I held back a giggle by pressing my lips together.
"You asked them personally?"
"No, I had to do some research, and I did have to talk to their doctors and such."
"Why doesn't Dr. Mark believe this?"
"Well, because even though this is proof, it's not solid proof because just like you figured out their names, you could've figured out the other info too. Dr. Mark said that maybe you all once met online and started chatting and that this is how you got all the information and then that you put all this together in your dreams. But I think there's more to the story than that."
"But you do believe me that they aren't just dreams?"
"Well," she dragged out the word, "I don't know what to believe anymore. But I do know that you're onto something."
"Are you going to tell mom?"
"No! Definitely NO. This conversation stays between you and me, got it?"
"Yes."
"I can lose my job because of this, Zayn. I'm trying to help you but..."
"I promise. I won't tell anyone what you told me," I said bringing my hand up to my heart.
"Well, you heard Dr. Mark, this is the last time you'll be seeing me," her eyebrows frowned.
"But how are you going to help me then?" I said alarmed.
"Here," she said pulling out a card, "here's my number. You'll be leaving the hospital soon, probably in like three days. You're going to be on your own on what ever you do, but if you ever need help of some sort ring me. I'll try my best to help."
"But I can't do this on my own," I said looking down at the card.
"You're smarter than you give yourself credit for. I'm sure you'll think of something," she said standing up.
"But-"
"No buts, Zayn. Liam, Harry, Niall and Louis are counting on you," she smirked making me smile.
"Yeah..."
"It was nice working with you," she extended her hand.
"Thanks," I said shaking it. When she let it go, she handed me the notebook she's been using all this time.
"I never give away my notebooks, but this is a gift from me to you," she smiled.
"Thanks," I said flipping through the pages. Neat cursive writing appeared on every page.
"I wish you the best," she said walking over to the door. I nodded.
"Good luck," with that she closed the door behind her, and as the door clicked close, I smiled wide.
Finally, I let the flame of hope inside me shine bright. I felt it grow inside of me, and this time it was here to stay.
I looked down at the notebook and flipped it to a random page. Smiling, I started reading...
**'.... loves to do pranks. He's always pranking all of us! Even if he's the oldest, he's the most immature! This one time he and Harry were in the room ALL day! It turns out they were planning on how to hide my hair....'**
AN: YEY! I was able to update! Even though it was super short, it included important information. I hope you all liked it :) Finally someone is on Zayn's side. And please my lovely grapes, share, vote and comment
~Itzel<3