Unusual Reality (One Direction FF)

Chapter 38 - Stubborn Zayn

Liam's P.O.V

"Mine is the common one." I turned to Louis and Niall and asked them what type of blood they had.

"Same as yours, Liam," Louis replied.

"Mine's quite rare," Niall said, quite excited.

"Don't get your hopes up, Niall," Harry mumbled, before entering a room and bringing, with him, a doctor.

"So, who's the one who has a rare blood type?" the doctor asked, looking at Louis, Niall and I. Niall put his hand up slowly; he seemed a bit intimidated by the doctor.

"Come with me," the doctor continued, leading Niall into a room.

"Are we allowed to come?" Louis questioned, stepping forward.

"If you wish," the doctor stated. We all followed the doctor into the room and stood awkwardly around it.

"What's your name?" he quizzed Niall.

"Niall," answered... Niall.

"OK, Niall, take a seat here." Niall propped himself up on a bed and leaned against the plastic backboard. The doctor took a sample of Niall's blood and examined it under a microscope. As he looked back up, his grin was wide.

"Niall, you can donate blood to Zara, if you wish," the doctor confirmed, smiling. I think he has a new catchphrase now. Niall nodded his head like he did in the car park.

"For getting the right amount of blood, I am going to have to focus a lot. Please may you leave the room?" the doctor asked politely. We left the room and waited patiently for further news.

"I hope Zara will be OK," I stated, taking a seat. Zayn sat beside me, his head locked into his palms. I rubbed his back.

"She'll make it, Zayn, she will," Louis said, holding onto Zayn's shoulder.

"I'm going to kill him, Louis, I will," Zayn murmured under his breath.

"No, Zayn, then you'll be twice as bad." I didn't want Zayn to think like that. Suddenly, Zayn stood up and started walking.

"Zayn! Where are you going?" Harry quizzed while he followed Zayn. Louis and I decided to stay put; it would be unfair for Niall.

After ten minutes or so, Niall exited the room, a smile plastered onto his face.

"How do you feel?" I asked, standing up so that Niall could take a seat.

"Great." Niall beamed.

Harry's P.O.V

I chased after Zayn, who flung open a door. He stood there, in shock. I caught up to him and was about to steer him away from the room, when I saw the most awful sight. Zara was lying on a bed, with so many machines attached to her as well as needles. There was a little, clear plastic bag, which contained dark and dull blood, in contrast to the drop of bright red blood that the doctor took as a sample from Niall. I felt really broken seeing Zara like this.

"Come on, Zayn," I said, sadly. He obeyed and we strolled back to the corridor, when Zayn immediately stopped.

"Zayn?" I asked.

"I'm going to get some water," he stated, before heading off to the canteen to get a bottle of water. He came back, however, the water bottle was unopened.

"Aren't you going to drink that?" I quizzed, confused. He shook his head and took a familiar route through the hospital. I followed him without hesitation and he led us back to Zara's hospital room. I stood by the door, leaning against the frame, while Zayn conferred with the doctors and walked up to his sister. She smiled at him weakly and I could see that it was difficult for her to do the simplest things.

What Zayn did next was the sweetest thing ever; he crouched by Zara's hospital bed and cupped her chin, which reminded me of what I did, the first time we met Zara. She sat up while he tilted her chin slightly, before slowly pouring the cold water in her mouth. From time to time, he would stop pouring, so Zara could swallow the water. However, he continued soon after, until the bottle was finished.

The siblings spoke a bit more until the doctor with the famous catchphrase came back and ushered Zayn out of the room. Zayn protested at first, saying that he wanted to be there for his little sister, but they then literally forced him out. Zayn being Zayn, he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I don't care. I'm going to stay here," Zayn said, firmly, not moving from his position.

"Sir, you have to leave. This surgery is a difficult procedure and we will need the fullest concentration," a doctor replied, calmly.

"Are you trying to say that I will distract you?"

"No- Please, Sir, you have to leave."

"No."

"Then I have no choice but to manhandle you out of here." Two doctors grabbed Zayn and before I could stop myself, I pulled them off and took Zayn in my hands.

"You're allowed to be a bit nice, you know! That's his bloody sister for crying out loud!" I yelled at them, dragging Zayn out of the room, despite his struggle.

"Zayn, leave it," I whispered. We waited nervously in the corridors, waiting for either the best or worst news to hit us.

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