Good Girl Gone Bad (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 22

*GRACE'S POV*

As soon as Louis stopped the car in front of the emergency entrance to the hospital, I jumped out of the car, rushing inside and running up to the front desk. Zayn was right behind me.

"Can I help you?" An old woman with grey short hair and glasses asked nicely.

"What room in Taylor in?" I rushed my words as I sniffed. I cried the entire way here and just stopped when I exited Louis' vehicle.

The old lady typed away on the computer and I was slowly growing impatient. My parents could have already been gone. Stop it, Grace. Stop thinking so negative. God knows what he's doing.

"Taylor, room 312." She said.

"Thanks." I said, imediately running over to the silver elevators, pressing the button. The doors automatically opened and I bolted inside, Zayn following behind. The doors closed shut and Zayn grabbed my hand gently, rubbing his thumb against mine.

The elevator came to a stop once it reached the third floor. Again, I quickly ran down the hallway, searching for room 312. "Right here." Zayn said, stopping abrutely.

A doctor was walking out of the door and I rushed in front of her. "What happened? Are my parents okay?" I asked, panicking.

The doctor looked at me and bit her lip, "You're Grace, right?" I nodded, "Um, your parents were hit head on by a drunk driver." She started to say softly, "The drunk driver is at the police station at the moment."

Of course, the drunk driver woould make it out without a scratch.

My eyes started to build up with tears, "A-Are they going to be all right?" I chocked on my words. Zayn wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

The doctor looked down at the white floor than back at me, "I hate to tell you this, but..." She paused, "Your mum...she was too weak to hold on. She flat lined as soon as we put her in the ambulance. We did everything we could. As for your father, he's growing weaker. He is responding, but not much. I can tell you he has only a couple hours to live. I'm sorry." She said. The tone in her voice told me that she was truly sorry.

I broke down. Everything in me just came out. I sobbed loudly, falling to the ground. Zayn pulled me closer to him, holding me tightly and not letting me go. He kissed my shoulder and I heard him sniff quitely.

My world came crashing down in the moment. I didn't even tell them I loved them and I never will. I was so mean to them, I wish I could take it all back. Thinking back to what the doctor had said, she did say that was father was responsive and that I could go back and visit him.

I sniffled, wiping the tears away as I stood up. "Do you want me to go with you?" Zayn asked.

I looked at him as he stood up from the floor. I shook my head, "No, I'll be fine." I lied, I wasn't going to be fine.

I gave him a weak smile and pushed the door open. When my eyes caught a glimpse of my father, my eyes filled with tears again, but I refused to let them fall.

I walked over to my dad's hospital bed and sat in the chair beside the bed. I reached over and held his hand. I bit my lip as the tears escaped, "Hi, daddy." I cried, taking in a big shakey breath. "I hope you can hear me." I said, "I'm sorry for everything that has happened over the past few months." I closed my eyes, my mouth quivering. "I don't hate you. If I ever made you feel like I hated, I don't. I love you so much. I'm sorry for everything! I hate myself so much right now." I took in a deep breath as I kept crying, "The last time I saw you and mum, I was angry. I regret it so much. I just....I don't want to lose you..." I stopped, laying my head on the bed, bawling my eyes out.