savior ≫ z.m. [completed]

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// Zayn POV //

The ambulance arrives a few minutes later, and thankfully they let me ride in the back with her. The loud sirens had woken her mother, and when she saw Callie, she broke down in tears.

I sit in the small space in the back of the ambulance, looking at Callie, unmoving. The paramedics were checking her vital signs and her mother sat across from me, staring at Callie.

“Thank you,” she mumbles. I look up and realize she was talking to me.

I nod without saying a word and she looks down at the floor.

At the hospital, they make us wait in the waiting room. I pull out my phone and headphones and get lost in my music, one thing I could always count on to shield me from the harsh realities of the world.

About an hour later, a doctor comes out and spots me and Callie’s mother. He walks over to us and looks at Callie’s mom, who’s beside herself at the moment.

“Callie is going to be okay,” he says. “If you had found her ten minutes later, she would’ve been gone,” the doctor turns and looks at me with a small, reassuring smile. “You saved her,”

Callie’s mother breaks down and starts sobbing, and the doctor leads her over to a chair.

“What is wrong with me?” she whispers. “What if Zayn never showed up? I would have never noticed because I was too busy drowning myself in my sorrow and never thinking about how my own children felt, oh my, how can I ever forgive myself," and then she breaks down in sobs again.

The doctor opens and closes his mouth, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pen and a piece of paper.

“Here’s the best psychologist I know,” he says sympathetically. Callie’s mother takes the piece of paper, looks at it for a long time, then the doctor for a long time, and sighs.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

“When can we see her?” I ask.

“Now, if you’d like,” Callie’s mother and I nod and he leads us to a room where Callie is sleeping, tubes everywhere and various beeping systems stuck to her.

Callie’s mother runs over to Callie, whose eyes open at the sudden disturbance known as her mother’s crying.

“Oh Callie, oh Callie, I’m so sorry, so sorry for everything,” her mother sobs. Callie just sits there, shocked at what’s going on.

She looks over at me, her beautiful blue eyes full of confusion.

Ever since I met Callie, I knew there was something special about her. The fact that she was strong enough to have no friends, and to handle everything about her life, up until now, amazed me. Her drawings were breathtaking. Callie had talent, she just refused to believe it. Most importantly, she could understand why I never hung around people. Because people suck.

“Hey,” I whisper, sitting down next to her. Callie carefully pries her mother off of her and sits up slowly.

“Am I dead?” she whispers.

“Oh heavens no! This lovely young man saved your life!” Callie’s mother cries, frantically gesturing over at me. Callie turns to me and looks at me, her emotions mixed.

"Mom, can I talk to Zayn, alone?" Callie asks, never taking her eyes off of me. Her mother looks hurt for a moment, but nods and reluctantly leaves the room.

We sit in an uncomfortable silence before she finally says something.

"Why did you save me?"

I stare at her, shocked.

"Callie, you tried to kill yourself."

"I wanted to die," she says simply, looking me dead in the eye. The certainty in her voice surprises me and I’m taken aback for a moment.

I don't say anything for a long time.

"I know you're being bullied, Callie, but why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Because nobody ever cares," she says, looking out the window.

"I care, Callie," That was the truth. I did care about her, a lot. I’ve only known her for a little bit but I really did care about her.

She deserves to live. She deserves so much better than what she has now.

"People always say that, but then they end up leaving," she starts to cry, and as I go to comfort her, the doctor walks in.

"Visiting hours are over," he says, looking from me to Callie.

"Thanks, I'll be out soon," I say, and the doctor nods and leaves.

I walk over to Callie's bed and pull her into a hug. She wraps her arms around me and we stay that way for a while.  

"I have to go," I say, pulling back. "I'll come back tomorrow," I walk towards the door, but stop in front of it.

"Hey Callie?"

"Yeah?" Her wide baby blue eyes look into my hazel orbs, full of an expression I can only describe as hope.

"I’m not going anywhere,"

A/N: if any of you were wondering, Callie is portrayed by Sasha Pieterse, who plays Alison in Pretty Little Liars. thanks for reading xx