Zayn

"Zayn, wake up love." I felt someone rubbing my back and slowly shaking my body as that person was trying to wake me up. "You need to eat something."

I slowly opened my eyes and expecting to see my mother, I was confused when I saw Caroline smiling at me. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I started to recognize the room.

"You're in the hospital, love. You came back yesterday." She confirmed, pouring some water into the glass she had put on my nightstand. "You remember it?"

"Yeah," I almost whispered, rubbing my face again. I had slept for hours but I still felt like I hadn't slept for days. My energy was very low and I wondered if it would only get worse because I was terminal.. or if there was a chance it would still get better.

Caroline moved the upper part of my bed up so I sat down while my head was still pressed against my pillow. I watched her as she prepared a sandwich for me.

"So the bed and new mattress were good I suppose? You've been asleep ever since you passed out on the bed yesterday," Caroline smiled.

I frowned, "I passed out?"

Caroline glanced at me with a frown on her face as well, but she then understood and laughed softly, "I didn't mean it literally, Zayn."

"Oh," I chuckled slowly and wiped my mouth, cringing when I felt the slight amount of saliva in the corner of my mouth, making clear I had accidentally drooled in my sleep.

"Here you go. Eat something, we're going to visit the doctor soon." She handed me the plate and I stared at the food for a while.

"Where's Rose?" I asked, my eyes roaming all around my room, hoping to find her somewhere.

Caroline chuckled, "Give her a rest, Zayn. She's been with you the whole week and now you're still looking for her?" She teased, "And I thought I was your favorite nurse."

I smiled, "You are, Caroline. Rose too, but in a different way. And can you blame me? She's my girl now after all."

"Right, right." She laughed softly, slowly shaking her head. "I'm happy for you, Zayn. I really am. Because I know that she makes you happy."

I nodded, "She really does." I smiled down at my lap as I played with the crumbs on my plate. "Caroline?" I said.

"Yes, love?" She looked at me with questionable eyes.

"You'll look after her when I die, yeah?" I asked quietly, looking up from my lap, right into Caroline's already sad looking eyes.

"Zayn.."

"You will, right? You've followed many courses when you wanted to become a psychologist at first. You'll make sure she's alright." I said, hope clearly audible in my voice.

I didn't want to think about leaving Rose behind. I didn't want to hurt her, it made me so extremely sad. What if she became depressed? Or felt alone? I'd never forgive myself.

Caroline sighed sadly but smiled when she pressed her hand to my cheek, softly brushing her thumb over it. "Of course I will, Zayn. But don't worry about it now."

"Promise?"

She nodded. "Promise. Now eat up your sandwich, take your pills and drink your water because the doctor is waiting."

I took the sandwich from my plate and started taking small bites, trying to swallow the whole thing which was hard. After what was about fifteen minutes, my sandwich was finally gone and I took my pills with the water. Caroline had been waiting for as long as it took me to do that, a worried expression visible on her face.

"Do you think you can walk all the way over to his room?" Caroline asked unsure.

I sighed a little, "Of course."

"Alright. Let's go then." Caroline helped me get dressed and after that we left my room to go over the doctor's room.

We walked through the long hallways and I stared at the patients that passed by. I would give them a small smile while they would stare at me instead.

After we went through the long hallway, my breathing already started to become deeper and louder. I didn't understand why this was taking me so much energy. I decided to walk a little slower and Caroline noticed, so she started to walk even slower than I did.

But although we went much slower than before, my throat started to hurt and my vision started to move around and become slightly blurry so I had to stand still and hold myself up by leaning against the wall.

"Stay here. I'm getting a wheelchair for you." Caroline said, but I didn't want it. I didn't exactly know why, but I felt like I didn't want to prove it to her that I really was doing much worse than before. I didn't want to be the terminal patient, I didn't want to be weak, I didn't want to be that person who needed help all the time. I wanted to do everything myself.

"No, I'm fine," I breathed out, trying to cover it up as I didn't want to sound like a panting horse.

I pushed away from the wall to give myself a small support to start walking again and I set my mind on zero and just started to walk until we arrived at the doctor's room.

Caroline sat me down on the bed and sighed sadly when she looked at me. I simply bit my lip and stared down at my lap. Of course she noticed that I was weak. Of course she knew that I did need that wheelchair. I just didn't want to give in. I didn't want to confirm that I was weak.

"Good morning, Zayn. How are you feeling today?" The doctor asked when he walked into the room.

The moment I looked up I saw Caroline and Doctor Lane exchanging glances, making me feel worse because I knew it was because of me. "Fine," I mumbled quietly.

"We'll see," He smiled. "Can you take off your clothes? For the small checkups."

I stood up and started taking off my sweater, following by my thin shirt and my pants after I kicked off my shoes. I felt them staring at my bare upper body right away and I knew why. It was full of bruises and effusions of blood.

"Can you stand on the scale, please?" The doctor instructed. I did what he said and he wrote my weight down when he saw the numbers appearing.

"Finger prick." He mumbled, pointing at the bed so I could sit down.

I sat down and watched him as he grabbed my hand and started pricking my finger, which was slightly blue because of the many amounts that finger was pricked. He measured the value of my blood and glanced at Caroline again before writing it down. He didn't tell me what it was and it made me feel worried yet confused.

"Lay down, please. So we can make an ECG." I laid down on the bed and played with the waistband of my underwear as he started attacking stickers to my bare chest.

Eventually, he took the ECG and removed the stickers from my chest. He then examined my body by pressing on my skin with his fingers and looking at the bruises. He then took my temperature, gave me some more painkillers as he probably noticed I was still in pain and he then went to talk to Caroline about me. I couldn't focus on it for some reasons. I didn't feel that well and I just wanted to sleep.

And because of the walking, which took me a lot of energy, and the quietness in the room as their voices were soft and far away I felt my eyes closing as I was lying down.

Before I could fall asleep, I suddenly felt warm liquid dripping down my nose and once I smelled what it was, I started to become nauseous instantly. I sat up and pressed my hand to my nose, trying to stop it before the doctor and Caroline could notice, who were busy talking away about my condition without me listening to it.

I felt the blood seep down my arms, onto my legs and the fabric of my underwear and I started to become dizzy and lightheaded. I closed my eyes for a while but nothing seemed to help. Sweat started to drip down my forehead as well and before I knew it I felt the food coming all the way from my stomach up to my mouth.

I started to make retching noises before actually throwing up, but once I did both of Caroline's and the doctor's attention were on me immediately. She looked concerned, so did the doctor.

"Oh, love, come here." Caroline mumbled sadly, grabbing a few tissues and rushing her way over to me, making sure she didn't step into my puke.

She pressed the tissue to my nose, "Blow your nose, love." I did what she told me to and held a new tissue close to my nose. "It's okay," She assured me as she caught me staring at the mess I had made on the floor.

"I'm going to.. going to-" I felt my eyes rolling and closing, my strength completely fading away.

"You're not going to faint! Look at me, Zayn. Look at me." Caroline held me up and started patting my cheeks, while I felt the doctor grip on my arm as well, his hand pressed to my back to hold me up.

"Look at us, Zayn. Try to open your eyes. Take a deep breath through your nose and breathe out with your mouth." The doctor instructed me but I couldn't focus on it. I was too close to slipping away.

"Zayn, Zayn look at us." Caroline said loudly.

I couldn't react. I only whimpered in response, my eyebrows furrowed while my head was leaning back down and almost falling against the wall.

"I'm going to lay him down." I heard the doctor say, though it sounded very far away. I felt how I was being laid down on the bed and after a few seconds, everything was black.

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Ps, I think there are still like 5 chaps left? I don't know..