Royal Pain || z.m. [Book 2]

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Zayn frantically paced in front of the closed door of his shared bedroom. He was in Cambridge when he had received the news of Genevieve's accident from Madeline. She was taken straight to the hospital in Wellington and then few hours later was released to be allowed to return back to Genovia. A doctor was currently behind the door with Genevieve, alongside Queen Trisha and Madeline.

The prince was greatly worried about Princess Genevieve and the jeopardy his unborn child's life was at. Zayn had just shortly arrived and he had no idea what was actually going on, other than knowing his wife had taken a tumble down the stairs. He was hearing many different things being said about the incident from different people, but he was not in his right mind to make the decision of which news was true and which were exaggerated.

"Your majesty, please calm down." Niall said in an attempt to comfort the royal even though he himself was terrified along Zayn. "I'm sure she'll be okay."

"But what about the baby? We can't lose our baby!"

Just then, the doors opened and the doctor stepped out wearing a warm smile on his face. Zayn usually would return the favor of smiling back to someone, but due to the situation he was in right now he didn't bother to.

"Is she okay? How's Genevieve? What about the baby? Oh please tell me the baby is fine!" the prince bombarded the old man with questions.

"Shh Prince Zayn." the man put a hand up to calm the boy down. "Take a breath."

Zayn stiffened his posture and took a few breaths in and out to compose himself. He saw his mother and Madeline step out of the room behind the doctor and walk away with solemn expressions. His eyes darted back to the medic and waited for the answers to his questions.

"The princess is fine. Just a small injury to her forehead but she's been bandaged. She's still sleeping though. As for the baby..." Zayn braced himself for his next words as he stared at him with hopeful eyes. "I'm sorry but she lost it."

Zayn ran his fingers through his hair and gripped on it as he muttered, "Fuck." He felt emotions of hurt, sorrow and anger built up inside him.

"Go inside and be with her." the doctor placed a hand on the prince's shoulder. "It's your turn to be with her now."

Zayn looked up at the man and nodded. As he was about to step inside, he turned around and asked "She doesn't know yet?"

The doctor sympathetically smiled at him and shook his head before walking away.

Zayn slowly stepped inside the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Seeing Genevieve sleep on her side of the bed with a bandage wrapped on her head, oblivious to the fact she had lost their child made his heart sink. Zayn made his way over to her side and slowly sat on the bed making sure it didn't disturb Genevieve. It pained him to see her in this state so he looked away and stared down into his lap.

Genevieve's eyes sluggishly fluttered open. Her vision was blurred but eventually cleared up. Her head pounded with a severe headache and her body ached. Her eyes searched to identify where she was and instantly recognized it as her room. Genevieve rolled her neck to the side and saw her husband's figure sitting beside her. She slowly reached forward and placed her hand on Zayn's arm.

Zayn's head whipped towards Genevieve's direction and a wave of relief flooded through him. He took her hand and kissed the top of her fingers.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"It hurts everywhere." she winced making Zayn cringe.

"You're safe now." he lightly rubbed his hand on her head.