It Hurts Me To Think That You've Ever Cried (A Zayn Malik Fan-Fic) ~COMPLETED~

Chapter 22

Hi guys, sorry its a short chapter! I will be updating quicker now because i have the last chapter and the epilouge finished so all i need to do is write the stuff inbetween and there isnt much more to write. Enjoy the chapter!!

~Chapter 22~

Ashley’s Point Of View

“Let’s take a picture before we leave. You know there are rarely any perfect moments in life and this is a perfect one.  I never want to forget this moment.” Zayn said.

He took out his camera out of his pocket and turned it on.

“Say Cheese.”

We both echoed the word and laughed afterwards. The picture was perfect, we were laughing like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“It’s perfect,” I said.

“It is, just like us together.” Zayn said,” We should probably be getting back now.”

I nodded, not wanting the moment to end.  We walked inside the hospital and I started to get a massive migraine. I held my head trying to not let it get the best of me. I stopped walking, sat down, and gripped my head; wanting it to be over.

“Ashley what’s the matter?” Zayn asked.

“Help, we need help!” he screamed.

The last thing I saw was the nurses putting me onto the stretcher and the last thing I heard was Zayn whispering to me “Don’t let go, don’t let go.”

It’s funny how one second your life could be perfect and then another second it could all be tumbling all down the drain. That was usually how my life worked. But as Zayn always says, “Just enjoy the rollercoaster that is life.” I heard voices and saw a light. I saw two people and they were talking, but I didn’t recognize anybody.

“It’s her time,” one voice said.

“No, she needs a bit more time, her life isn’t over yet,” the other voice said.

“But it will be over soon, why not just end it here?” the first voice said.

“Because she has more to live for, even if it is only for a few days or weeks,” the second voice said.

And with that the light disappeared and started to regain consciousness.

“I think she is waking up!” Zayn shouted.

I fluttered my eyes open and saw Zayn crouched near my bed and a bunch of nurses standing over me.

“What happened?” I asked.

“We were walking in the hallway and you got a headache, I think, and collapsed out cold,” he said.

“And we had to do a surgery on you because your heart was about to fail,” the nurses continued.

“My heart was about to fail, meaning I was going to die,” I said.

Everyone nodded their heads as if on cue.

“We need to talk to you about your cancer,” the doctor said as he came into my room, “As we said before, it was more aggressive and stronger than last time. When you collapsed the tumor came to close to your heart. I believe the nurse came in to talk to you about a heart transplant. If you consider the option, it would have it be done soon.”

“What exactly happens in this procedure and how soon?” Zayn asked.

“It would have to be done in about three days. What would happen is we would take a heart from somebody that donates it to us to use and lay Ashley on a table, open your heart area, and replace the heart. When we replace the heart the tumor would necessarily be “confused” and diminish.

“Three days? What would happen if I decide not to do it?” I asked.

“You will continue to get the headaches and eventually you will just die right on the spot.” The doctor continued.

So what he’s basically saying is if someone doesn’t donate their heart to me in three days, I will die. Three days is all I have left. When I was talking about precious time this morning I didn’t mean it like that.

“Well I leave you two alone. I will check up on you later Ashley,” the doctor said as he exited my room.

The doctor walked out and it was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. I would say something, but there is nothing to say. What was I suppose to talk about? Oh yeah Zayn can I wear heels at my funeral? Could I be buried next to my parents and my sister? When you hear about your death sentence, there isn’t much you could say. Zayn walked over to me and just hugged me. We just sat there together crying on one another’s shoulders.

“I don’t want to die Zayn,” I said in-between sobs.

“You won’t die,” he said.

“Yes I am! You heard what the doctor said. In three days I will be nothing more, but ash!” I sobbed.

“Ashley, listen to me, somebody is going to donate their heart to you, I promise. Then after that you will be better and live your life.” He reassured me.

“But you don’t know! There might not even be people on the donors list and then what am I going to do? I can’t just wait around here and wait until one of my head aches kill me. If I do that, what’s the point of living anymore?”

“Your point of living is me. I love you more than anything else in the world and I’m not going to let you go that easily. Remember that promise ring that I gave you? I meant that promise, and I’m not going to give up on you. There will be someone on the donors list, they will give you their heart, and then we can both live happily ever after. Do you believe me?” he asked.

“I believe you and I love you more than anything else that you could ever imagine. Thank you for not giving up on me.”

Zayn’s Point Of View

She couldn’t die and I wouldn’t let her die. She was basically my whole life, other than the band, and I loved her too much to let her go.

I know what I have to do.