How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

Tears. Hope. Love.

Perrie's P.O.V

"Wh-What?" I stuttered.

"Mr. Malik is in a critical condition with his left leg broken, right ankle sprained, his right shoulder was dislocated, his left wrist is broken, about four of his ribs are broken and he must've taken one last blow to the stomach because its very weak, and we think he might have lost his speech." The doctor- whose name was Dr. Martino- said.

"I-How can your speech be affected by a blow to the stomach?" I asked, confused. I know I should be worrying about Zayn right now but I need to know.

"Well, you see Miss. Edwards," Dr. Martino started, "the bile in your stomach may seem, 'calm' when you're healthy, but when it is disturbed, like Mr. Malik's was, it gets churned up and you have to vomit. What we believe is that after Mr. Malik was beaten, his stomach wasn't strong enough to hold the bile in, so he vomited, but he must have done so so much that his throat and vocal chords have been affected. Sometimes it's only a small case that can be solved with a glass of water, but I'm afraid that's not the case with Mr. Malik. If you'd like you may see him, even though he's not awake yet."

I nodded and he led me down a corridor full with dull green doors all with numbers in the 250's on them. When we got to room 257, Dr. Martino stopped and opened the door. I walked in slowly, not liking what I was going to see.

I let out a small gasp as I saw Zayn lying on the hospital bed, barely breathing. He was positioned exactly how I imagined when the doctor first told me his injuries. His left leg was raised on a bunch of pillows, covered in plaster as well as his right ankle and his left wrist. His face had multiple stitches on it; cheeks, forehead, lips and jaw. I watched his chest slowly but surely move up and down from where I was. I couldn't bring myself to go any closer, but I knew I had to. I went over and sat next to the bed, carefully taking his right hand into mine.

"Z-Zayn.. I-I don't know wh-what t-to say." I hiccuped, trying not to break down completely.

'Don't say anything Perrie, don't make yourself look stupid.' My mind told me. I listened to it and sat there silently, watching Zayn's beautiful but messed up face scrunch up and then relax, like he was having a nightmare but it was resolved. I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped at the touch. I spun around to see Mum, Tricia and the rest of the boys. When did they get here?

"Hun, they came as soon as they heard." Mum explained. I guess my facial expression asked the question in my head. I just nodded and turned back to Zayn.

"Perrie, let Tricia see him for a moment, yeah? You can go back to him afterwards, alright?" I heard my mum say. I nodded and squeezed Zayn's hand one more time beige standing up an letting Tricia see her son. I took the few steps needed to get to they boys and my mum and hugged every single one of them. I had to hold a sobbing Niall for the longest, though I didn't mind. I was probably doing the same thing.

Neither us nor the boys,(or the mums) where good at seeing a loved one on a hospital bed. It took a while for Niall to calm down, and when he did he stood up and went over to Zayn, and gently placed his hand on Zayn's shoulder. He then began to lean down and whisper something into his ear, but I'm not sure if he could hear a word Niall was saying. I looked up towards the boys, Liam and Harry cuddled into each other, trying to calm each other down, leaving Louis by himself, sitting against the wall, head in his hands and knees pulled up into his chest.

"Louis." I whispered as quietly as I could, my voice a bit hoarse from all the crying. Louis' head perked up and looked in my direction, tilting it a bit in confusion. I waved for him to come over, and slowly he did, and he plopped down on the couch. I slowly wrapped my arms around him, and then he started to break down as well. I heard the door open and looked up, along with everyone else in the room I suppose. Dr. Martino and a couple of nurses walked through the room silently, making their way towards Zayn's bed. I watched them carefully, while rubbing Louis' back, his head nuzzled into my neck. I watched them all as they wrote down notes, changed his bandages for the small cuts he received and made sure that nothing else has happened to damage his broken ribs even more.

"Mrs. Malik, Miss. and Mrs. Edwards, boys, I'm sorry to inform you but we have to put Mr. Malik into an induced coma to make sure his body restores properly and his ribs get healed. We do not know how long he will be in the coma for, but if he is strong enough hopefully it will be in the next 3-4 weeks." Dr. Martino said. As he said those words, I felt myself getting paler and paler.

Zayn was going to be put into a coma, and we don't know when he'll wake up.

(A/N- I think this is the longest chapter I've ever done. I'm proud of myself because I've been giving you really short chapters and I'm sorry. Enjoy this one though, and let me know what you think. Btw I don't know if the stomach/bile info is correct, I just went with what I learnt in science class and what was on the top of my head. Lemme know if anythings wrong and I'll change it. Peace out.)