“Miss,” Someone said to me as I sat in shock in the front of a police car. I had been placed there so that I wouldn’t disturb any evidence or anything. I was going to rip their heads off with my screaming but then I realized that it wouldn’t make them move any faster.
I had been sitting there for a good twenty minutes. Every seemed so slow, yet so fast. People moved in slow motion in front of me as I stared blankly out the front window but the clock on the dashboard seemed to be moving exponentially.
I couldn’t believe Zayn had been shot right in front of me. He could be going under the knife right this minute and I wouldn’t know it. He could be wishing for me to be with him and I wouldn’t know it. He could be breathing his last breath and I wouldn’t know it. He could be dead right now and I would be stuck in a damn cop car where he was first shot.
I couldn’t cry. Not yet, at least. The tears were welled up inside me and wouldn’t come out. I could care less that people were all around me; at a point like this I didn’t care if I was sitting on a stage crying in front of a thousand people. I just wanted to see him.
I couldn’t feel my hands, or my feet for that matter. All I knew is that they were cold. Is that what happens when you go into shock? All of the blood goes to only the necessary organs? Must be…
“Miss.” He said again and I looked up. There was now a man sitting in the driver’s seat and the car had been turned on. The radio was on but he shut it off to continue talking to me. Heat poured out of the vents but it did not help my goosebumps in anyway. “I’m going to take you to the hospital where Officer Malik is.”
Officer Malik. The name would have previously turned me on so much, but now it made me want to collapse on the ground. I needed to see him.
“Please,” I gasped and the officer started driving. I wanted some answers; anything really. I just wanted some sliver of hope that I could hang on to. “Is he going to be okay?” Tears began to fall from my eyes and my hands started shaking. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was cold or because I was in shock.
“I’m not quite sure, Miss,” He said and he put the siren on. He started speeding down the streets and I let the tears fall freely from my eyes. “He’s a strong man. He’ll push through.” I nodded in agreement and then didn’t say another word.
The trip to the hospital seemed to take forever even though the siren was on and we were driving at least 70 mph. Nothing could be quick enough to go see Zayn. I just stared out the window the entire time. Everything seemed bland. I felt like my world was ripped in half. I felt like I was going to collapse. I held back a lump in my throat; if I let it go, I would probably have a panic attack.
When we got to the hospital I bolted out of the car after thanking the officer profusely. I quickly moved my ring from my right to left hand and ran to the front desk. I was surprised I had this quick thinking.
“I’m here to see Zayn Malik,” I gasped as my body hit the front desk. The woman gave me a weird look and then gave me instructions to go the wing he was in. Why couldn’t she just tell me where the f.uck he was anyways?
I went to the desk there after taking elevators and walking down numerous hallways. Hospitals are like damn mazes. “Zayn Malik.” I stated as I got to the desk. My legs were hurting from the fast walking I had done but it didn’t matter.
“Are you of relation?” She cocked her head to the side and looked at my appearance. I was probably disheveled and looked like I had been through hell. No doubt make up was running down my face, my skin was pale and lifeless, and my entire body was shaking slightly.
“I’m his fiancé,” I gasped and ran my fingers through my hair so she would see my engagement ring. It was a lie but I needed to know how he was doing.
“He is in the middle of surgery right now,” The nurse said a minute later as she was holding a folder and reading through it. She didn’t seem to care about my clearly distressed condition.
“Is he okay? Is he going to live?” I leaned even more forward. I was grasping for answers. I was tempted to reach across the counter and grab her scrubs, but I restrained myself.
“I cannot answer any questions on his condition right now, but he will be out of surgery in about an hour. The doctor will come speak to you then and then you can see Mr. Malik when he awakes, sounds good?” She smiled sweetly at me. Her smile didn’t even seem that sweet to me.
“Thank you,” I said and wiped away tears. I walked to the bathroom of the wing and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all in knots and my makeup was smeared everywhere. I had an hour to kill so I might as well make myself look halfway decent. I didn’t want to scare any of the people in the waiting room.
I ran cold fingers through my hair and then braided it quickly. I didn’t have a brush so a braid would have to do, even if it looked horrible. I used the soap that was meant for hands on my face and washed all of my makeup off. When I looked in the mirror again, I looked like I was 15 but I didn’t care.
I sighed before walking out to the waiting room. Some nurses were giving me weird looks so they must have heard about what had happened.
“Excuse me?” Someone said to me and pulled me from my daze.
“Y-yes?” I gulped and looked up at the woman standing in front of me. She seemed genuine as she looked at me with concern.
“Would you like a jacket and something to eat?” She offered as she walked closer to me. I guess she had seen the goosebumps on my arms. I nodded and she wrapped her arm around my shoulder, leading me off to a side room. She handed me a fleece that was folded in a plastic bag. She helped me put it on and zipped it up. “Better.” I nodded a little and she smiled at me. “Let’s get you something to eat…”
We made our way to another room and she handed me a package of goldfish. I held the bag in my hand because I wasn’t exactly hungry. “You’ll want to eat, trust me.” I blushed a little and opened the bag slowly, putting a single goldfish in my mouth to appease her. “Would you like some tea?”
“Y-yes, please,” I sighed and watched her as she turned on a Keurig machine. A minute later, a steaming cup of tea in a Styrofoam cup was in my hands. We made our way out to the waiting room. I sat down and she stood above me. I heard a beep and then she looked down at a black device hooked on her side.
“I have to go now, but I wish you and your fiancé the best,” She said sweetly. I was confused for a second when she said fiancé, but then I remembered.
“Wait…” I said as she turned to leave. I stood up slowly and smiled up at her. “What’s your name?”
“Dr. Parker,” She smiled at me. Suddenly I lurched forward and wrapped my arms around her. Tears started spilling from my eyes as I held onto her. I felt her warm arms wrap around me as well.
“Thank you so much Dr. Parker,” I sobbed as I hugged her.
“You’re welcome,” She smiled at me when we pulled away. It was so nice to have someone who was genuinely nice to me. I wished she wouldn’t leave, but she walked away a minute later after saying our final goodbyes.
I sat back down again and became aware of all of the eyes on me. I clutched onto my Styrofoam cup like a safety blanket and buried myself as far down as possible in my jacket. Slowly, warmth returned to my hands, but it was probably only because the warmth from the tea.
Hot tears fell down my face as I sat by myself. Worst case scenarios ran through my mind. He could be paralyzed. He could only lose control of one of his body parts. He could need a new organ. Clearly, I had no idea about bullets and how much damage they give to a person, even though none of these scenarios made no sense biologically, they still buzzed around my mind.
I looked around the waiting room. There were a few families sitting around nervously with some kids running around who seemed to be oblivious of the stressful situation going on. I ate a few more of my goldfish as I waited. A pang of hunger hit me and I soon ate the rest of the goldfish and drank my tea.
After all of the stress I had been through, I found myself dozing off. I couldn’t sleep. What if someone came out to tell me about Zayn? I couldn’t sleep…
I yawned and sat up straighter. I tried to keep my eyes open but my blinks became less frequent. Before I knew it, my head was resting on my shoulder and I had dozed off.
I must have been asleep for no more than twenty minutes. The sudden absence of adrenaline and shock had left me wiped out. The twenty minute nap had given me enough strength to maybe go on another hour. Then the one thing that I had been waiting for happened.
“Family of Zayn Malik?” I heard a voice say and I snapped my eyes open.
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