Cat's P.O.V
I open my eyes to the view of a white hospital room. Damn, my throat hurts. Why am I in here again? Suddenly, it hits me. Last night. Zayn. Zayn. I sit up slightly and feel a stabbing pain shoot up my right sound.
"Shit!" I cry hoarsely, lying back down. A nurse comes rushing in.
"I see you're awake!" she says, coming beside me and checking my IV. Yes, I'm awake, you idiot. I think. Now where is Zayn?
"Excuse me.." I say quietly.
"Yes, dear?" asks the nurse, looking at me.
"Is.. Is my friend..."
"Zayn Malik? He's outside." she answers before I can finish my sentence. I brighten slightly. "He's been here for two days. He hasn't eaten. Slept."
"Two days?" I ask.
"You had surgery the night he brought you in. You were lucky, the bullet clipped the side of your stomach. You lost a lot of blood, but if Zayn hadn't called an ambulance when he did, you could've died. We've kept you for the past few days for tests. He's been in the waiting room the entire time. Would you like to see him?"
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes." I repeat excitedly. She laughs.
"I'll send him in." she says, walking out. I manage to sit up slightly and take a deep breath.
A few seconds later, in walks the person I love more than anything. Zayn Malik. I'm shocked at his appearance. His hair is down over his forehead, not up in it's usually stylish quiff. He has horrible bags under his eyes, which are red and puffy from crying. There are still visible tear stains streaking down his face. He looks weak, and pale. He's still wearing the clothes he was wearing the night everything happened, and his black dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top.
"Kitten..." he whispers, and my heart aches for him. He rushes over and sits in the chair beside my bed. He scans my face with desperate eyes. I reach out and take his hand, giving him a weak smile. Zayn squeezes my hand and he's shaking uncontrollably. "Kitten, baby, I'm so sorry..." he whispers, tears running down his cheeks. I shake my head weakly.
"Zayn, no." I say hoarsely. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"No, no." he says again. "It was my fault we went down that alley in the first place. You saved my life. That man would've killed me. You saved me, Kitten."
I stay silent and reach out, wiping his tears.
"I told you I'd do anything for you." I whisper. "I meant it."
"Oh, Kitten..." he mumbles, resting his forehead on my arm.
"Zayn, can you do me a favor?"
He looks up at me. "Of course, what is it?"
"Can you go get me that cup of water over there?" I ask. Zayn chuckles softly.
"Sure." he says, standing up and going to the table, grabbing the cup of water and handing it to me. I take a small sip of it and immediately it soothes my throat. I sigh in relief. "That better?" he asks softly.
"Yeah." I reply as Zayn strokes my hand with his thumb. "Can I go home soon?"
"You are officially released in..." Zayn pauses and looks at the clock, "four minutes."
I let out a small giggle.
"Kitten?" Zayn asks. I look at him.
"Hm?" I reply.
