Unconditional

Chapter 5

I saw blood. The blood was absolutely everywhere. Everywhere.

"Zayn!" I shouted. "Zayn?" I cried again.

I started to sob. What had happened? What did he do? I shook Zayn's body. No stir or anything. I decided to check his pulse. It took a couple tries, but then I felt it. Thank heavens, he was alive.

"Hello? 911? Yes my best friend is he's passed out surrounded by blood....Please hurry!"

The ambulances were here within minutes. Everything started to happen so quickly. The boys were coming back just as the medics were loading Zayn up into the ambulance. I was sobbing like a baby; what could I do? Why couldn't I do anything?

"What the hell?" they all shouted.

"Just follow the ambulance," I cried.

They got back into the car without question to the command and I rode in the ambulance with Zayn. What happened? I saw cuts, but....He wouldn't, would he? That questioned played in my head the entire ten minute ride. I couldn't even look at him.

Zayn's arms were so torn up, so bloody. It pained me. Sitting in the ambulance made me antsy. As soon as we got into the hospital, I waited for Zayn to get out of surgery. Quick quick quick. It all happened within a snap of the fingers. After he was done, they shipped him into a room. The doctor pulled me aside.

"I'm Dr. Hall. Are you his...?"

"The one that found him. How bad were they?" I asked, avoiding the 'who I was' question. I didn't know who I was. A silent tear slipped down my face.

"Just about an inch deep," he said. I started to sob.

Oh God, he could've died. I had started to feel this emotional connection to Zayn, even though we were the farthest apart out of our little group. It was something unexplainable, but....

"Thank you doctor." I went into the room.

"What the hell happened?" Niall asked.

"Good fucking question for Zaynie over there, now isn't it?" I snapped, looking at Zayn's limp--but alive--body. "I-I'm sorry Niall. I'm just so upset. I don't know why he would do this."

I started to sob again. Niall just rubbed soothing circles on my back. He was like my big brother, someone to turn to, even though I was older than him. That I did remember. As I was lost in my thought, Liam cleared his throat.

"I know," he whispered.

"Why?" We were all more than curious. I needed to know why he did this. Why? Why?

"I think he's been too pressured with the whole Perrie shit," Liam said. The boys nodded in understanding, all the while I was just infuriated.

"Perrie? Who the fuck is she?" I asked, feeling a twinge of jealousy. I had no reason to be jealous, Zayn was just my apparent best friend. Nothing else.

"Uh, his girlfriend?" Louis said in a 'duh' tone.

"Why haven't I heard about Perrie?" I asked.

"You never asked," Liam shrugged. "But he's been wanting to break up with her. But he can't. She's another hired girlfriend. He doesn't love her and its driving him mad. He loves her in a platonic and friendly way, don't get me wrong, he just....He loves someone else," Liam finished.

"Someone who doesn't love him back," Louis finished. I could've sworn I heard someone barely whisper,

"Or just doesn't know she loves him yet."

I couldn't tell who it was or if they had even said, so I shook it off. I shook my head and tried to refocus.

"But why...why cut?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't know that. But I just...I don't know," Liam finally sighed.

Then we heard a stirring, and it was Zayn rustling around in his bed. I saw his eyes fluttered open, and then he groaned and glanced at his IV pump.

"What happened?" he asked.

"What happened?" I scoffed. "What happened? Well, you tried to commit suicide by cutting an inch deep, nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, I found out about Perrie, and we still don't have an answer to the whole 'you nearly committing suicide' thing," I calmly said, taking a breath. "That's what happened."

"Look, I was scared and-" I cut him off.

"Scared? What of?" I asked incredulously. I was the one that didn't remember. I was the one that didn't know who she was. And he was scared?

"I...things," he replied hotly.

"What the actual hell? He can't even answer my question without keeping something from me," I sighed to the boys around me.

But then I took a look at Zayn's stitched up, bruised arms and felt pity for him. I shook my head and went outside the hospital room to cry. I sat on a bench and just let the tears flow.

Why does he have to keep secrets? I thought, my heart breaking in my chest. This is unconditional friendship. Through thick and thin.

I sighed, cried, and thought for about five minutes. A couple minutes later I felt someone rubbing my back. I looked up to see Harry.

"Hey, Harold," I smiled, my eyes threatening to spill over with tears again.

"Hey. C'mere," Harry said softly, wrapping me in a hug. "Liz, I know you don't really know Zayn, but I see it in you eyes. You love him."

"Yeah, sure. I love...I love Zayn." I scoffed sarcastically, but still letting the thought sink in. "I barely even know him! How can I be in love?" I asked, and Harry smiled.

"I just know these things," he said. "And even if you don't love him, you sure care about him. You might not know it, but you do, love."

"Yeah, I guess I do," I said softly, not meeting his eyes. "I suppose I should go back in there, huh?"

"Yeah, love," Harry nodded, kissing the top of my head. We walked back into the room.

"Liz?" he said in a soft voice, tilting his head slightly to the right. His eyes were big and sad, and part of my heart broke. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright," I told him, and I spotted the doctor right outside in the hallway. I went over, a million questions bubbling in my brain.

"When can he go home?" I simply asked.

"Tomorrow," Dr. Hall said with a reassuring smile. I nodded.

"We'll be back tomorrow at eight o'clock," I assured him.

I gathered the boys, and we all drove home. Instead of going inside, we slept in the huge car. Louis and Harry were curled up in the back, Liam was reclined in the passenger's seat, and Niall was stretched across the last row of seats snoring like a chainsaw.

I had several peculiar dreams about Zayn and I, but just like every other night, I brushed it off. The next morning, I was the first one up. I just started the car and went directly to the hospital.

When we got there, I woke them all up. Louis grumbled, Harry hushed him, Liam yawned, and Niall was still half asleep, but I still dragged them through the door. We picked up Zayn almost without a word and brought him back. Niall and I brought him to his room, again with no words.

I sighed as I thought of everything that had happened since I woke up from my coma. Everything was turned upside down.

<Author's note: sorry it sucked the next couple of chapters are gonna be filler chapters so...>