Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Twenty Two

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: 

I pull into the apartments and park the car in a rush. I go to the back seat and grab Zayn's hand, "I'm gonna go get Josh, okay? I'll be right back." I kiss him lightly on the lips and then shut the door.

  I run up the flight of the steps as fast as I possibly can without falling.

  I start to pound on the door loudly, until he finally opens it. "Zayn got shot." I blurt out through tears, completely overwhelmed. "Where is he?" He replies quickly in a panic.

  "Downstairs, I need help carrying him. Please, we have to hurry." I wipe my tears trying not to be so freaked out. My mind starts to become focused, but my body still shakes.

  He grabs my hand and yanks me with him, making me run down the stairs with him. I lead him to the car and open the door.

  It reveals Zayn's bloody covered leg, he gasps from shock.

  "We have to hurry." He grabs Zayn from under neath his arms, making him sit up. "I'm gonna grab his arms, you grab the legs, but be careful." He instructs me and we start carrying him.

  He curses extremely loudly from the pain, making me start to cry again… this was supposed to be me.

  We manage to make it up the stairs and in his apartment.

  We take him in the extra room and gently lay him on the bed. "I need back up for this…" Josh trails off to himself and then looks at me. "You need to leave the room."

  I give him a face and shake my head, "I'm not going anywhere." I stay grounded.

  I hear Zayn grunt and Josh starts taking out tools from a drawer. "I'm not asking you." He glares at me harshly, "I'm telling you." He starts to put gloves on, "Please."

  His face is a little softer, "I'll come out and get you when its done…trust me, you're not going to want to see this."

  He grabs a tool off and walks towards Zayn. He quickly goes to his wound, "Sorry mate, but I have to get this out now, and then I'll numb you." He talks to Zayn and then puts the tool in his wound, making Zayn clench onto the sheets and scream as loud as he can.

  Seeing him in so much pain, makes me cringe. I feel like my heart is physically breaking and tears continuously flow unable to handle it all. 

  I quickly walk into the living room and sit on the couch that I got my stitches on.

  I completely break down, regretting that I came with him. Maybe if I didn't come, it would've turned out differently.

  A good while passes and a guy comes through the front door. He holds a fairly large bag and asks where Josh is. I point to the bedroom door and he rushes in.

  Two hours pass and Josh comes out of the room, the guy quickly follows behind him. I wait for Zayn to come out, but he never does.

  "He's knocked out." Josh looks at me, "but he's okay. It'll be a good couple hours before he wakes up though. Do you want to come with us to get something to eat, or we can take you home?" He smiles weakly and I stand up.

  "Is it okay if I just stay with him?" I ask not wanting to leave him.

  He nods his head, "Its going to be a good couple hours before he wakes up, are you sure?" He asks again.

  I nod my head, not changing my answer. I watch him and his friend leave and then shut the door behind them.

  I walk into Zayn's room and stare at him. He's completely passed out and tucked in comfortably.