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Chapter 18

Naturally, being the stubborn man that I am, I didn't leave her side. And, naturally, being the competitive man that he is, Myles insisted on staying as well. Though, the hospital wouldn't let him. Only family was allowed in the rooms. I, on the other hand, had convinced the doctor and nurses that I was Spencer's fiancee, so I wouldn't have to explain differences in last names.

Greg stayed behind as well. He fell asleep first, snores erupting from his body, curled up in the small cushioned chair.

I couldn't sleep. Reminders of her cold, pale skin came to mind, and her thoughts of inviting death echoed in my brain. Soon enough, images of Marisole dying resurfaced, inviting in conjured up, fake images of Spencer dying as well.

I jumped up in my seat, sitting up straight, at the sound of a weak coughing echoing in the silent room.

"Zayn," I heard her voice groan. In the dim light, I could see her hand flopping around. Her head turned back and forth, dazily. She was still half asleep. "Zayn? Zayn where are you?"

I leaned forward and grabbed her hand, squeezing it really tight. "I'm right her love." I pressed my lips to her fingers, waiting for her to come to her senses.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me in a daze. "Zayn," she sighed in relief.

I stroked her cheek with one hand. "You're okay," I promised. "You're going to be okay."

She put her free hand on her forehead and stared up at the ceiling in thought. She squeezed my hand tight, matching my grip. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

I combed my fingers through her hair and rubbed my thumb on her cheek. "What's wrong, babe?" I asked soothingly.

"Just a bad dream," she sighed.

I nodded in understanding. She mumbled something else but I didn't question it. I could see she was in her own world.

I fell asleep right next to her, my head buried in my arm on the side of her bed with my free hand still clutching hers.

I awoke just a couple of hours later when I felt movement and heard the rustling of the sheets. I popped my head up immediately to see Spencer swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"Sorry," she frowned at me. "I was trying not to wake you."

I stood up immediately and stepped in front of where she sat. "What are you doing?" I prepped to set my hands on her waist, but she instantly set her hands on the bed next to her waist, creating a a barrier with her arms. I pretended I didn't notice and that my intentions were of another.

"I have to pee," she admitted.

"You can't be getting up on your own, Spence," I scolded. "We don't know your strength at this point and how long it will hold you up."

"I'm fine," she rolled her eyes.

"Spencer-"

"Just help me get to the toilet, would you?" she snapped.

My jaw clenched. Without another word, I took her hands and helped her off the bed. I, then, wrapped my arm around her waist and we walked to the toilet.

Greg continued to snore in his chair, uninterrupred.

"I'll be right in there if you need me," I promise as I walk out to her room. After closing the door behind me, I looked up to see Myles with his arms crossed, sitting on the unmade bed. The look of disgust was hard to miss on his face.

I rolled my eyes and walked to my chair, pulling my phone out of the pocket of my jacket. Three missed calls and five texts from Perrie. I sighed to myself.