Forced to marry him! Completely re-edited

Part 33

Lexi's POV:

Zayns grandmother had a mole on her right temple and her eyelashes seemed longer up close- I guess these were things I never really noticed cause I was too busy hating her.

You never really realise how much you miss someone until their life is on the line connected to a heart monitor with their eyes permanently shut. Sure, Zayn's grandma- Lea- was a bitch 99.9% of the time- well to me at least. But she was Zayn's grandmother, if she hated me then she had every right to.

I pushed the stray strands of hair off my face, I was still in my funeral clothes that stuck to my body from the sweat and stress I had gone through. My back was killing me ever since Lea fainted lifelessly in my arms. It was so bad that it was unbearable to stand for too long. And I didn't really want to tell anyone because they were all worried over the only elder in the Malik family.

Her lifeless body in my arms had a vivid imprint in the core of my mind, I guess I would never be able to get rid of the feeling and the loud gasps of everyone in the room. But I just don't know how her children and grandchildren are coping...

My eyes roamed to land on Zayn who was seated on the floor, back against the wall and elbows on his knees. He stared at the ground deep in thought, clasping then unclasping his hands. His eyebrows furrowed and when I looked closely I could see his hands fisted into balls- white at the knuckles. I couldn't imagine what it felt like losing one grandparent and on the same day almost losing your other grandparent. He was devastated- that was for sure, being the eldest grandchild he didn't know how to comfort others or comfort himself amongst the mourners.

On the other end of the room Tricia paced up and down. Just like her son she clasped and unclasped her hands. Her hair was wild, her mascara dark under her bottom lids and her eyes still fresh with tears. Often she'd stop and whip her head in the direction of her mother, when she saw no movement from her lifeless mother she'd continue pacing, knocking on her fingernails.

My instinct was to walk up and comfort her, I knew how hard it was to see one of your parents in dead or hospitalised, I had gone through the same thing when I lost my dad. But even though I had almost saved her mothers life, she and me were still separated by a bridge of hate and blame. Instead I watched as Doniya held her weeping mother leaving me with no option but to sit in the worn out hospital chairs and hold Lea's lifeless hand.

The minutes passed by which soon turned to hours and hours of waiting- waiting for a sign that assured us Lea was still alive. She responded in no way....her eyes remained shut, her mouth in a thin poised line and her heart beat remained steady....thud, thud, thud...

I almost wanted to drop her hand and cover my ears, because I feared the time the steady thudding stopped and we were greeted by a single faint noise.

Fortunately for us the her heartbeat remained steady...

"If she had fainted she should have woken up by now!" Tricia let out a frustrated growl letting her fingers rake through her hair.

"Honey, just be patient. I'm sure-" her husband tried to reassure her, placing his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to soothe her.

But she shrugged his hands off, whipping around to point her finger in his face. Her eyes were blazing with fury and frustration that I really feared his life. However he remained calm as if he had seen her in this state many times before.

Zayn didn't, he sat up higher from his slouched position against the wall, his eyes alert. "Mum please...." he mumbled but did not attempt to pull her away.

Tricia ignored Zayn "Do not tell me to wait. I've been waiting here for five hours." she dropped her hands and curled them up into a fist turning her back on Yaser. "where are the bloody doctors-"