Random: (Zayn Malik fanfic)

Chapter 10

I felt like nothing was actually happening around me, in all honesty. I kind of felt like it was all just a dream. Jade was still in her coma, Kris was up but feeling guilty as ever, Tracy has been popping up between Kris' and Jade's room daily, and Zayn? Well, he's about the same as me. Completely and utterly broken.

"Are you hungry?" Zayn muttered from his seat across from me. He was picking away at a salad, shoving the pieces of green around. I shook my head no, answering his previous question. He sighed and shoved the disgusting hospital food away from him. "Yeah, me either."

We sat in silence for a while. My mind was wandering to Jade, silently laying in her bed. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Zayn standing over me. "C'mon, let's go up."

I followed him aimlessly up to Jade's room, his hand holding stearnly onto mine. "The boys have been asking about her," he muttered while we were in the lift. "I keep telling them that she's gonna wake up."

I moved my eyes from the floor to his face. A tear fell from his left eye and he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand. "I don't want to be lying to them," he whispered.

"I don't want to be lying to myself," I told him. "I don't want to be lying either. We're not lying. She will wake up."

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and lent against the back of the lift. I burried my head into his chest and we cried the whole way to Jade's floor.

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Tracy's small giggle filtered in the air of the cafeteria as Zayn made a smart remark to Kris, who is now allowed out of bed. 

"It's not that I think your hair looked like an animal, it just looked like you missed a part when you dyed it," Kris said with a smirk. I even felt myself chuckle at his statement. Zayn threw a napkin at Kris' head.

"It was a phase," Zayn mumbled. 

"Yeah, a phase of the moon." Kris proceeded to stand up and circle around the table, mimicking the moon. We all fell into a fit of laughter.

"Alright, alright. I'm going to go have a smoke," I said as I stood up. Tracy sent me an awful stare and rolled her eyes. I groaned and walked towards the front doors, pulling my cigarettes out of my bag. As I lit up, Zayn came out. I offered him one, but he shook his head and watched me.

"You should stop, Ray," he said quietly. 

"I don't want this shit from you, too. I get it enough from Trace," I grumbled.

"It's not good for you-"

"Coming from the man who used to smoke a pack a day," I retorted. I shoved my hand into my coat pocket and sucked in the smoke.

"I know, I know, but I quit, Raven. You should too."

I sighed. I can't stop. This relaxes me and takes the edge off of the pain I get from Jade being in here, at this awful hospital, not waking up. 

"Ray, please, just think about it? For Jade?" I didn't say anything. Zayn just took a step closer, pushed his lips to my temple, and went back inside.

The pain of Jade being here is just god-awful. I want her to wake up. When I was laughing with Kris, Tracy and Zayn, that was the first time I've smiled since I got here. I felt bad for laughing and smiling as my baby is suffering, but there's nothing I can do. They said it's what's best for her.

I flicked my cigarette and stepped on it, making sure the fire is put out. I spun and made my way to Jade's room. 

I hate hospitals and I always have. My best friend in primary school became suddenly ill during year 5. I'll never forget the night I had to go to the children's hospital and "play" with her. It was awful, like torture. Not for me, but for her. She couldn't do anything. If she moved too fast, she'd get dizzy and suddenly start to vomit or worse, have a seizure. The last day I saw her was the last day she lived her life. I've hated hospitals ever since then.