struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 26: Temper

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I was crying onto Paul's chest as he carried me into the hospital, Isabella was stroking my hair and Jake followed us behind. Everything was rushed. Paul ran so fast, it was making me feel even worse. The stupid secretary had us in the waiting room until Isabella couldn't hear anymore of my screams and had to get a doctor right quick. I was lay in the bed now, I was rolling to left and right but making sure I didn't fall off bed. I needed a pair of warm arms around my body in that moment, I needed Zayn but he wasn't there because of me. I ruined everything.

"Moore," The doctor soothes me, helping me sit up and rest my back on the headboard. I grip the sheets and I feel myself sink in the pillows. I felt so uncomfortable. It was like resting on rocks. My stomach was in pain and my back was hurting even more. I just arrived from New York and I'm already in the hospital. I want to go hoooome!

"It hurts!" I whimper and cover my mouth, screaming to palm of my hand and my knee were up to my chest.

"You need to drink this, Chelsea." The doctor hands me a glass of water and two pills. I noticed that the doctor knows my name. I looked at his face, of course he does. Louis took me here the last time I had a pain like this.

Without hesitation, I threw the pills inside my mouth and swallowing them with warm water. It knocked me out a few minutes later.

"Chelsea..." I hear a young voice and I know is Jake worrying, I open my eyes after trying twice. My damn eyes were glued or what?

"I'm alright," I assure him, sitting up, "What time is it?"

"Eleven in the morning, you've slept for one hour," He says, "The doctor studied you and he's coming later for the results."

I nod slowly. The pain is still there but not that worse like before.

"Where's your mum and Paul?"

"They're getting some coffee," He replies and he sits next to me, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes. Have Zayn called? Where's my phone?"

"Paul has it and yes he called." I look down at my twelve year old cousin, I knit my eyebrows.

"So, what did Paul tell him?"

"He called to check on you and he said you're in the hospital."

"How did he react?"

"I don't know." Jake shrugs.

"Chelsea, how are you?" The doctor enters inside, smiling widely.

"Drugged." I admit.

"The effect of the pills," He clears up before looking at my cousin, "Would you give Chelsea and me a minute?"

"Sure." Jake stands up and leaves.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing bad, I need to ask you a couple of question. Would you let me?"

"Yeah of course." I wrap my hands together, feeling nervous.

"Have you've been smoking? Or have been drinking alcohol?" He asks dead serious.

"No." I shake my head.

"Been around someone smoking? No?" He tilts his head.