We MaDe It

34.

It turned out Zayn had a heatstroke, a result of week long heat wave that continued to sweep the country. He blacked out for an hour. Woke up briefly, confused and disorientated, only to pass out again. But he was fine. Or medically stable the doctors told Harry.

"Will he be discharged later?" Niall asked.

Harry had called Niall to update him about what went on but asked him not to tell the kids. As far as they were concerned their parents were out on a date.

"That's the plan, Niall. He's asleep at the moment." Harry spoke softly on the phone, eyes on Zayn. The latter looked peaceful in his sleep.

The scene would have been perfect had Zayn not been lying in a hospital bed, fluids going through his veins.

Harry was informed Zayn could be given a drug to wake him. As that would have given Zayn a massive high followed by an equally massive low, it was also taken into account Zayn's deep sleep state was of no threat to his well being they opted to wait for him to rouse organically than induce alertness out of him.

Basically they were waiting for Zayn to snap out of it.

"You're sure he's fine?" Niall asked.

"Doctors assured me he's alright he just needs to have one more bag of fluids to lower his fever before he can be discharged." Harry sighed running a hand through his hair. "I'll tell you what, Niall. I have never been so scared in my life when he collapsed. It was like what if something happens to him? What then? I'm living on borrowed time as it is_"

"Harry, I'm going to stop you right here. First of all you're not dying and will outlive me at least. Secondly Zayn is fit as a fiddle and would outlive Elijah for sure alright?"

"I had a dream Elijah was the prime minister. I've got a feeling that boy will outlive us all." Harry laughed. "Can you pass on to Mary if we're not back by 4 to start supper please?"

"Or you could bring some KFC on the way back save her from sweating it over the stove in this heat." Niall said.

"You guys can order if you like I'm not fussed." Harry said. "Listen I've got to go. I'm not supposed to use the phone on the ward."

"Send Zayn my love okay?"

"Will do. Bye, Niall." Harry pocketed his phone after he hung up, went to be at Zayn's bedside sitting at a chair by the bed.

He held on to Zayn's arm, kissing him on the cheek softly before whispering for him to wake up. "Zayn, wake up baby. Please." He smiled when Zayn's long lashes flickered, taking that as a sign Zayn heard him.

Harry couldn't be more wrong, Zayn hadn't heard a thing but was actually having a dream. A weird dream where he was being chased by chickens towards a field of dandelions. Why was he even running didn't make sense he wasn't scared. He was in fact feeling happy.

Keeping with the spirit of happiness he ran laughing, the chickens hot on his heels crowing his name, Zayn. Zayn. Over and over. How bizarre. How did they know his name. His leg got tangled in some weed, he fell landing on his back. The chickens caught up.

A cock jumped on his chest. (A cock~rooster/male bird) The cock crowed at him to wake up, poking his arm with its beak. Now Zayn is an animal lover but he smacked that cock off him, its beak was pointy, hard and that hurt. He hissed like a snake at it to fuck off.

That was Zayn's dream. What Harry was witnessing in real time however were Zayn's lashes flickering rapidly as if fighting sleep. When Zayn then started grunting out loud, Harry shook him awake worried he might be experiencing some form of distress.