The day we met (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 24 "Brave enough"

Ivy's P.O.V

"Come on, open up", Zayn cooed, trying to feed me the very disgusting hospital soup.

"Zayn, I'm not hungry", I whined, pushing his hand away.

"Babe, you need to eat something, with all the meds you're taking, you have to", he said, more serious now. "Ugh, do you know how disgusting this is?", I groaned, looking at the bowl of soup placed on his hand. He shrugged and took a spoonful in his mouth, he swallowed it and scrunshed his eyebrows in disgust. 

"Well, I might be having a serious talk with the chef", he laughed, "I'll try to sneak some food in here though", he continued, placing the bowl on my night stand.

"Don't bother, I'm really not hungry", I shrugged, he shook his head in disblief and hopped on the bed next to me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and with his free hand, he grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he found a comedy movie on, I layed my head on his collar bone and took a deep breathe.

In case you've been wondering, Yes, it's been a few days since the accident, just about 4 days ago I was brought here completely unconscious, and just yesterday, I came back from my short coma I was in. Zayn told me the taxi driver was charged out of the hospital just a day after the accident but he came to visit me almost every single day afterwards. I'm not mad at him but I can't help it but blame him for all of this, I mean he was being very reckless.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, a second later it was wide open and my doctor came in, "Well, well, well, I see you're having a good afternoon", he smiled at me, making me blush and Zayn automatically got off the bed.

"Don't worry", he laughed, "I'll just be doing a quick check up on you and I'll leave you two alone", I nodded and waited for him as he took the chart that was hung at the end of my bed and went through it. "So how have you been feeling lately?", he asked, still looking at my chart.

"Alright", I replied quietly.

"Do you have any headaches or do you feel nauseous at all?", he continued asking me.

"A little yea, I mean, I do feel a bit nauseous right now", I shrugged. He nodded in understandment, put the chart back in it's place and came over to one side of my bed. He started to check some stuff on the machines next to me while keeping it quiet. I looked at Zayn, a bit worried, it was the first time the doctor came to do those check ups on me after I woke up without a nurse and I felt a bit scared. He gave me a ressuring smile and took a few steps closer to my bed.

"Have you eaten anything at all this morning?", the doctor asked, "I understand why your soup is still the same, they're disgusting, aren't they?", he said, scrunching his nose. I laughed a little and felt a bit relaxed, he was being really nice to me and you could tell he felt my nervousness so he tried to put me at ease by making a small talk about anything but my condition. 

"Just those tiny sips, but she's refusing to eat", Zayn answered for me.

"Well, you can always sneak some food in here", he whispered to the both of us, making us giggle. "That's what I said", Zayn laughed.

"Well, I don't see anything for us to worry about here, so far everything is looking perfectly fine", he smiled at me, "I'll send a nurse in to change your bandage, just keep in mind, no sudden movements, ok?", he instructed, said his goodbye and left my boring and depressing hospital room.

"Your mom called me about an hour ago when you were asleep", Zayn casually said, sitting back next to me on the bed. "She was making sure everything is alright. Your parents wanted to come back again today but I told them to have some rest", he continued.