Zayn's P.O.V.
I arrived at the hospital, cutting off the engine of the car, and getting out. I walked up the paving, and into the hospital doors.
"Nice to see you today, Mr. Malik." Mrs. Summers said.
"You too." I said.
"Mr. Malik." I looked to my left, seeing Dr. Moore walking over to me. I met him half way. "Well, I would just like to tell you that I ran more tests on Ms. Edwards." He said.
"Did you find anything?" I asked hopefully.
"Actually, I did. Well, during one of the tests I performed, there was brain activity going on." He said.
"Really?" I asked happily.
"Yes. Brain activity is a very positive sign, when dealing with a coma. She's stronger too. I took her off of the breathing tubes for two minutes, and she breathed on her own the whole time. I put the breathing tubes back because I wasn't positive it would be a good idea to leave her unattended without them." He told me.
"That's great, right?" I asked.
"Nothing could've been better. She's at a high chance of awaking now. I suggest you talk to her, it could be for a really good cause." Dr. Moore insisted.
"Okay, well, thank you so much, Dr. Moore." I said.
"You're welcome." He said, and I scurried off to Perrie's room. I opened the door, peaking in and going inside. I sat down on my chair, examining her face. She looked a lot better from when I saw her the first time. Her face looked healthy, the cuts mostly gone, but some were still scabbed. She didn't have a cast on anymore, her eyes weren't so pink and puffy, and she had gained all of her color back into her skin. Her lips wasn't busted anymore, they were her usual bright pink lips.
I was still kind of shocked that she dyed her hair. Her hair was originally dead blonde, but she dyed it a deeper blonde/brown. Not like it looked bad on her, she still looked great. But she said she wouldn't dye it, and she never did while I was with her. She never wore makeup either, but when I saw her at the bowling alley, and my birthday, she had a lot of it on. That was the only thing that I didn't like. I didn't care that she dyed her hair, but she never needs to wear makeup. It makes me think that she thinks she's ugly without it. She's not ugly with or without it, but she doesn't need it, and if someone told her she was ugly and she believed it... then she shouldn't have, because she's not ugly, people are just cold hearted, low life's who really don't care about anyone's feelings.
Words certainly can and does hurt, and make people feel so bad. I thought to myself, while I just talked about how she never has to change for anyone.
" You're so much better than what people tell you. You shouldn't listen to any of them." I said. "I remember the day you told me you were leaving. I remember the make up running down your face. The things you left behind you would remember. Like every single wish we ever made. I wished that I could've woke up with Amnesia, and forget about the day you left me. Like the way it felt to pay for your food, and the memories I would never escape. I wasn't fine at all when you left." I sang to her.
Those lyrics were the best I could've sang. They mention exactly what I was feeling during the time she left.
"You know, when you told me you were leaving, I didn't know why. I thought that I did something wrong, and, if you really think about it, I guess I did. I made you think that I didn't want any kids. I would never want to abort the baby. I love Jasper, and I really love you too. You both mean so much to me. I am so sorry for this. It's all my fault that you're in this position." I said, almost crying right there.

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Torn Between Reality - Zerrie (Completed)
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