Stand - Zayn Malik AU

Chapter Five

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Ella

The whole ride to the hospital stressed me the hell out. Being in a small place with a man I don't know; it was an half hour drive too. It felt like hours but when we finally got there, I fell ill to my stomach as opposed to feeling relieved. I felt as if everyone was looking at me like I'm some sort of lunatic. The man walked me up to the doors and a nurse met us in front. He placed a hand on my shoulder. I nearly jumped two feet in the air. My heart was thumping out of my chest and I looked at him as if he was a complete nutter as a vicious eruption of shutters shook my body away from him.

The nurse scolded him and she lead me into the cold ward. This whole place felt cold and platonic. Not evil, just bland. The front desk had 2 people sitting there going through papers or talking on the phone. The walls were creme and the floors were thinly carpeted brown. It looked so simple; a bookshelf with hundreds of files all neatly organised, a TV above that on mute showing the news, and a few picture frames on the plain walls. A lady had a bundle of flowers next to her phone on the long "L" shaped desk. My heart warmed picturing someone bringing her roses.

"I'm Nurse Dax. I'll be your nurse while you're here okay?" She said. There was something about her that was just more of a new comforting vibe; different from Zayn. I'm not sure I can handle it, really. Handle a new person to open up to. The whole point of this place is to vent out your issues but I don't think I could do it again.

Nurse Dax had light brown hair with blonde steaks. The professional looking hair reminded me of butter on toast with all its colours and precise blending. It reached just under her chest to frame her chubby face. She had warm brown eyes and she was at least a foot taller than me with a dark complexion. Her soft chubby face clearly had makeup on but it looked professionally done. This girl was a diva. I smiled and she gestured for her to grab my bags while I happily obliged. I'm sick of carrying this junk around anyways.

We went to the complete right of the small front office area to go down what looked like an extremely long hallway. Nurse Dax opened the first door on her left with the key card that was attached to her all black uniform. The door's lock turned green and she opening it and let me step inside. The walls were a pure white and the floor was now tiled. Two men were inside the tiny room; one cop and one nurse in all green. I think the nurses are colour coded. There was shelves filled with 8 tubs with shelves underneath each one. They all had names and I spotted my name near the top on a dirty white tub.

"They are just going to pat you down to make sure you don't have anything on you, love." I halt to a stop. I look at the cop and back at the nurse.

"I-I can't do that." I panic. My eyes look at the nurse and they start to water. I don't want to be touched. I can handle expected hugs from Zayn. I can handle a shoulder bump, a foreshadowed touch on the shoulder, or a highfive. I can not handle being touched up and down all over my body against my will.

The nurse looked me with sad eyes and bit her huge lips. Her dark skin crinkled around her perfect eyebrows. She had all the facial qualities of a simple mixed girl except her hair and random dimples.

"You have to. We just need to make sure you don't have anything on you that could hurt other patients." My nurse mutters. She seems to hate the idea as much as I do. The nurse has sympathy in her eyes and voice. She feels for me. I can't do this. But I had to. I slowly walked towards the police officer.

He made me stand in front of him and I closed my eyes tightly. He's not going to hurt me. He's not going to hurt me. This is just procedure. This is just procedure.