Zayn

"Did you take your medication, Zayn?" The nurse stepped inside my room while I was changing so I quickly sat down on my bed and gave her a look. I wasn't pleased with the fact that she came inside without knocking.

"Yes I did, good night." I was lucky that I was at least wearing my underwear, but I still hated how she didn't knock. Sure, I was in a hospital but it still meant I had privacy. She closed all of the curtains, switched off the lights and closed the door behind her, making my room completely dark.

I sighed and horizontally lied down on my bed, my feet still placed on the floor. It was Saturday today but my parents didn't come by as they would pick me up on Monday. I had been extremely bored and lonely the past few days as Rose wasn't here either.

No one visited me and I couldn't help and feel alone. Spending all your days in a hospital wasn't fun at all, though I'd never really admit it.

It was late but I couldn't sleep. The nurse made my room dark without even asking me and the noises on the hallways were really bothering me for some reasons. Maybe it was because of the chemo I had had this week. They were probably kicking in just now, causing me to not really feel well and alone.

I stared up at the ceiling and drew circles with my finger on my bare chest. I wanted to talk to Rose. I knew she would make me feel less alone and I might be able to fall asleep.

I flipped over on my belly and reached for my phone which I had left next to my pillow. I debated if I should call her or not, due to the time. Maybe she was asleep, but what if she wasn't?

I told her to call her anyway and maybe I could tell her what she needed for her stay at my house because I still hadn't told her. That's when I decided to call her.

If she didn't have time, she'd let me know. I laid down on my back again and smiled when I saw her name, which I had changed to 'Dawson'. I pressed on the phone icon and held it up to my ear.

I heard how she was receiving my call and not much later someone picked up, "Good evening, Rose West speaking?"

I smiled. I hadn't contacted her yet, so she didn't know it was my number. "Hey, it's Jack. Jack Dawson."

"Hey, Zayn." She chuckled. The sound of it made me sigh happily.

"Hey, Rose." I replied. I couldn't stop smiling. She made me forget how dark my room was, how I felt alone and she made me forget about the bothering noises on the hallways.

"What's up?" She was clearly waiting for me to tell her why I called her, but did I have a reason? Not really. I just wanted to feel less alone and talk to her.

I pulled my knees up and played with the waistband of my boxers, "Nothing. You?"

"Same actually. Just got into my bed and now I'm calling with you." Her voice sounded slightly different on the phone, but it was still as sweet as ever.

"Nice. Did you have a good day?" I asked while I was still smiling. She made me so happy, it was unbelievable.

I heard some rumbling noises in the background and I heard her say something to someone before she answered me, "Sorry, brothers. Anyway, I had to babysit my baby cousin for the whole day and after that I did some schoolwork. What about you?"

I chuckled, "Wish I could relate." I said, referring to the brother part. "That doesn't sound too bad. I didn't do anything at all, except for another scan I had in the afternoon."

"Oh! How'd it go?" She asked genuinely, something I loved about her. She was always interested in everything.

I shrugged, "The usual. Didn't really like it." I flipped over on my belly again and put my phone on speaker, laying it down in front of me while I held myself up on my elbows. I rested my chin in my hands and stared at the wall full of cards, letters and drawings.

"Yeah, I can imagine.. I'm sorry." She sighed sadly.

"It's okay." I smiled. I know I didn't say much, but I didn't feel like I had to. The only thing I needed was hearing her voice now, pretending she was here with me.

I pictured her in her bed right now. I bet she'd look so cute.

Rose coughed quietly, "I like that you're calling me but.. do you have a specific reason why? Can't you sleep?"

"Uh.. no- yes.. I don't know." I sighed. Why not tell her? I had told her this before. She knew it anyway. "I just felt a little alone."

It stayed quiet for a while but when she spoke I could hear the smile in her voice. She quietly said, "I'm here."

"Thanks Rose.." I bit my lip and sat up to grab my pajamas.

"Are you okay, though?" She asked softly.

It made me feel like I had to be honest. I mean, I'd never lie to Rose, but I didn't want to seem like someone who was always complaining about everything. "I just.." I sighed. I decided to spill it. She knew me in different ways than my friends did. She'd understand.

"I'm tired of being here, Rose. The hospital isn't a nice place. The nurse forgot what privacy was and walked in when I was changing, not even caring to leave me alone. She made my room completely dark without asking me and then I could only focus on all the noises on the hallways.. I don't know why I let everything get to me that much today but maybe it's because of the chemo. I don't feel well and I wish someone was here." I heard my voice almost crack as I was feeling emotional again but I hid it by coughing.

I slipped my pajama pants on and my sleeping blouse before lying down in bed, covering myself with the duvets.

"I'm sorry, Zayn.. I wish I was there to keep you company. I mean it." And I know she did. She was Rose after all and she was always being genuinely.

I smiled, "Hey, don't worry. You're here with me. Well, on the phone.. but at least I'm talking to you. So, tell me something Rose." I didn't want to dwell on my negative thoughts. I wiped my eyes as tears had formed into them without me noticing it and I put on my smile.

"Like what?" I could hear her smiling and I wondered if she was getting comfortable too in her bed as I heard her turning around.

"Anything."

She laughed softly, "Okay, I'm currently sleeping with my old horse bedding because it's warm. It's a secret though, so don't tell anyone I still have horse bedding."

I laughed as well, "Really?" Her sweet laughter filled my ear and that warm and beautiful sound made me smile even more. "Well then I have to confess something too. I'm afraid of the dark."

"Ah, I see, I see. So you didn't tell me the truth back up there on the eighth floor, did you?" She teased, making my cheeks flush red.

I laughed, "Sorry, Rose. I kinda did tell you, though. Just not the way I did now. It isn't really charming or anything so yeah.." I bit my lip and played with my fingers. Would she think I was lame now? Maybe it was dumb to say something like this.

"It's cute." She chuckled softly.

I groaned, "It's lame! But it's Doniya's fault. We used to share a room and she was always scared, so that made me scared too."

"That's even cuter! Can you imagine? I picture you already, ah." She almost cooed, making me laugh then shake my head. "Anyway, you said the nurse made your room completely dark, right? Did you switch on a light?"

"Uhm, no.." I bit my lip and closed my eyes. "I don't need to when I'm talking to you."

Rose's voice sounded happy, all smiley and sweet, "How cute. You're being really honest tonight."

I groaned a little, probably because I felt a little embarrassed. "I blame it on the medication. I'll get sleepy and I'll confess everything when I'm tired. Bad thing, isn't it?"

My eyes started to close already and that was a good yet a bad sign. Good, because I couldn't sleep before and Rose made me feel so much better that I felt safe enough to sleep. Bad, because now I was calling with her and I didn't want to sleep.

"It's not a bad thing, Zayn." She said seriously. It made me smile.

"Okay, Rose."

"Okay, Zayn."

We both stayed quiet for a while and it made me feel more tired and tired. My eyes started to fall close and my breathing became slower and deeper. I thought I heard her say my name, but I was already too far in the process of falling asleep that I didn't hear it anymore.

Little did I know that she said, "I wish I could kiss you again."

...

When I woke up the next morning, I had quickly checked my phone and saw she had disconnected a while after I fell asleep. She had texted me, saying that I only had to survive one day on my own before she'd come and work here.

I smiled and texted her back, telling her I couldn't wait for it.

I was currently seated at my table as I was drawing and painting some random stuff. I didn't really know what else to do and no one was around, not even Caroline.

Then someone knocked on the door and when I told them 'yes', it was opened. I noticed the doctor walking inside and my heart started beating immediately. I was scared.

"Hello, Zayn." He didn't give me a smile, but then again, it was the doctor. He barely smiled.

"Hello Doctor Lane." I responded quickly, looking up at him with questionable eyes as I didn't know what to expect from him.

He pulled out a chair and sat down on it, resting his hands on the table. "I know you're waiting for the results, but they might take some more time. We got your blood and urine tests back only today so we will sort that out tomorrow. We do have the results of the scans, but we need to somehow connect them to the results of your blood and urine test. That's why it's taking a little longer. Also, we want to be really sure of it."

"Okay." I replied quietly, still having that uneasy feeling that tells me it's bad.

"I know you're home next week and since you're twenty one I don't have to call your parents but you, so do you agree if I'll call you as soon as we have the results?" He asked, "I don't want you to come all the way to here during your break from the hospital. It'll be better to call."

I nodded, "Okay, Doctor Lane. I agree. It's fine."

He gave me a small smile and stretched his hand out, "Alright, Zayn. All the best. I'll see you around."

I shook it and nodded my head. He stood up and I watched him as he took a deep breath and left my room, closing the door behind him.

I suddenly couldn't focus on my painting anymore and as I already didn't really feel well I decided to just lay on my bed.

I wished it was tomorrow already, Rose would be here and I'd be going home. With her.

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Wasn't the phone call the cutest?

Also, Zayn is not pathetic or something. He is just a guy from 21 who has feelings and has been locked up in the hospital for ages. Ofc he gets soft and emotional sometimes, okay ❤️

Vote and comment if you want x
(Ps I'm excited for Rose to come home with zayn)