Unsure

Chapter 44

Bella's POV:

My heart rapidly begins to race as I run towards Justin, who's lying in a hospital bed and being wheeled towards the doors. He's unconscious but I cannot help the smile the covers my face that he's here and he's not dead. He's alive.

"What's wrong with him?" My voice is rushed as I finally reach his bed and walk along with it as it moves. There are two nurses wheeling his bed, one short and frumpy woman with glasses that struggle to enlarge her tiny eyes and one tall and thin one, practically the opposite of the other nurse. The short one glares at the tall one and the tall one chuckles, shaking her head before looking to me. 

"Sorry, love." She gives me a sympathetic smile. "Justin's just come out of surgery on his leg. He should wake up in a couple of hours and appart from his leg he's doing fine." She informs me and I sigh a sigh of relief. 

"What happened to his leg?" I question and just as the tall woman is about to speak the short one interrupts. 

"We can't tell you anything unless we know you're family or that he's happy for you to know." She hisses and I flinch from her vile tone and glare at her."

"Fine." I sigh, and I wait behind for Beau before we both follow them into the ward where Justin is transferred back into his bed. They finally let me in and just as I make my way in to sit with him Beau pulls me back by my arm. 

"They said Justin won't be awake for a couple of hours." He raises his eyebrows, "I think we'd better go get something to eat to pass time, you haven't eaten all day." He instructs and I shake my head. 

"I'm not hungry." I lie. I'm starving but I can't wait any longer than I have to to see Justin and the last thing I want is for him to wake up and me not be there. Beau sighs and shakes his head. 

"I know you well enough to know that you're definitely hungry." He chuckles. "Come on kiddo, he'll still be here when you get back." I sigh and chuckle in defeat as Beau starts to walk towards the cafeteria, a smug grin plastered across his face I'm sure. 

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Zayn's POV:

Everything is dark, completely dark. I try to open my eyes but nothing happens. I'm frozen, frozen where I am. I can't feel anything but the warm and stuffy air that hits my skin. I try to move my hands, my feet. I try to speak. Nothing happens. I'm stuck. The only sounds I can hear are the muffled sound of unfamiliar voices, speaking inaudible words that I can't seem to make out. I hear the sound of some sort of monitor, beeping fast and hecticly. I have no idea where I am or what as happening and as I try to speak again everything goes blank, into nothingness.

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Justin's POV:

I slowly open my eyes and screw them shut, groaning at the bright hospital lights. I hear a giggle and my head snaps to the side to see Bella sitting next to me, some random guy sitting next to her. My smile fades as I look from her to him. 

"Who's he?" I ask rudely, gesturing to the boy sat next to her, my tone moody but seriously has she already found someone else? And why the fuck would she bring him here?

"Is that seriously the first question you're going to ask me?" She huffs and turns away from me. "And for your information, he's my brother. No, I did not cheat on you again!" She raises her voice and her brother stands up. 

"Bella he's just got out of surgery." He reminds her. "Calm down okay?" He nods his head at me before leaving Bella and I alone on the ward. Well that was fucking awkward. Since when does she have a brother anyway? She never spoke of him before...

"How are you feeling?" Bella's tone oddly switches to calm as she plants a kiss on my forehead and sits next to me again, taking my hand in hers. "Ironic that we're in this situation again." 

I chuckle. "At least I remember who you are this time." Her smile fades and I mentally scold myself for bringing that up. I know how much it hurt her that I didn't remember her and I have no idea how she must have felt. "Sorry." I mumble and she nods. 

"Are you in my pain?" She asks concernedly, gesturing to my leg and I nod."

"A little." I admit, not wanting her to know that it really kills. "The pain relief is taking most of it away from the operation." 

The conversation seems so casual yet so strange between us. Not once have we even mentioned the fact that she left or why she even did, or the argument between us which took place just days ago. 

I sigh in frustration as the reality of our current.. relationship floods my mind. I want so badly to forgive her and for us to be together but I don't know if I can. Not after Zayn. Not after it happened again. 

I suddenly sit up and look around, remembering Zayn. 

"What's wrong?" Panic flashes in Bella's eyes as she spots the panic in mine. 

"Zayn.." I trail off. "Have you seen him?" I ask. 

"No?" She replies confused, "I thought... Haven't you?" 

"No." I reply, now seriously worrying and negative thoughts of all the possible things that could have happened to Zayn play through my mind. "I haven't seen him since the crash."

Bella's POV:

My eyes widen at Justin's response. Being the simple person I am I thought that maybe because Justin is here and they were on the plane together that he'd know where Zayn is. But I was wrong. 

I stand from the bed and look to Justin, who calms a little and lays back down in his bed. 

"I'm going to find a nurse." I inform him. "It's not as busy as it was before and so maybe they'll know if he's here or nod." Justin nods at me before I shoot him an awkward smile and leave him alone on the ward. 

Thoughts about our general exchange flood my mind as I walk through the hospital, trying to find my way to the main front desk. What are we? Friends? Are we together again? Our exchange seemed as normal but without the love and he didn't lean up to kiss me like he normally would. I want so badly to feel his lips on mine again but I know that until I prove to him I want him and only him he won't kiss me if he can help it. He's probably still really mad and to be honest, I don't blame him. I blame myself. 

I blame myself for all of this. I couldn't take the consequences of my actions and as a result of that I left and just pushed my problems away like I always do. I always have this problem. I ignored my problems once again and once again it affected everyone else one hundred times worse than it did me. Justin and Zayn ended up in a plane crash, Justin injured and Zayn.. Zayn God knows where. I sigh and look at my feet as I finally reach the front desk and tap my anxiously bitten nails on the desk impatiently as I wait for someone to help me. 

"Can I help Miss?" A small friendly nurse arrives at the other side of the desk and smiles at me welcomingly. "Do you have an appointment?" She asks and I shake my head. 

"No. I was wondering if you know if Zayn Malik is here?" I ask her, saying his name clearly and slowly before she scrolls her mouse and scans her computer screen. She sighs and shakes her head. 

"No. Sorry love." She gives me a sympathetic smile and I nod before beginning to walk away but she calls me back. "Can I take your name and a contact number? If he comes in I can contact you." She helpfully informs me and I smile a small and grateful smile. 

"Thank you. My name is Bella Spark." I give her my number before making my way to find the waiting room. 

I stop at the coffee machine and decide to buy myself a coffee, buying one for Justin aswell. I take the two coffees and begin making my way to the waiting room but my head snaps to look as the front doors of the hospital burst in, ambulance workers crowding around the stretcher that's being wheeled in. 

"Zayn Malik, 20 years old. Severe head injuries and minor injuries on the rest of his body." I drop my coffees as I spot a beaten and bruised Zayn being wheeled towards me.