Angels {z.m}

18. Hospital

 "I know it's me that's supposed to love you and when I'm home you know I got you"

Zayn

When a yellow car hit on her I felt like I've never felt before. I felt my heart jumping out of my chest, I felt sadness and worry mixing on my head making tears on my eyes and desperation on my brain. I felt useless. I ran to her but my legs didn't want to. My legs wanted to fall on the ground, I was so exhausted.

Alison was on the ground. She had blood on her arm, nose and leg. I tried to check if she was breathing but I didn't know what to do. I needed to know if she was alive, we needed help.

" Please, someone help her." I yelled, trying to stop the rain from falling to her face.

I saw Harry grabbing his phone and running to us. People started to come around and trying to make me questions but I only had eyes for her. I couldn't leave her there. But when I tried to carry her, Harry stopped me.

" Leave her on the ground! Don't move her. If she has anything broken, carry her only will make everything worst." He said, interrupting his phone call." An ambulance will be here in a fee seconds."

I nodded but I didn't understand. He knew more than I did so I decided to trust him. It was my fault. If I was home she wouldn't  look for me and that wouldn't happen. She would get home, she would tell me some silly story that probably happened on work and we would be watching a movie. It would had been a happy night.

Her eyes were closed, she looked so peaceful on the middle of that road with all the rain in her face and all the blood on her body. I've seen her like this too many times. My brain remembered of so many deaths, she couldn't be dead, it was not her time to go.

I cried just by picturing her like that, once again.  

"Not this time, my darling. You're not leaving me." I whispered to myself.

The ambulance's sound interrupted my thoughts. They would save her. I held her hand and tried to keep up with her and not getting distracted for all the lights and sound.

"Come on, Zayn." Harry was behind me. "Let her with them, they know what they are doing."

"No, I'm not leaving her."

"Zayn, you can't..."

"I'm staying." I said to him.

Alison

When I woke up I didn't open my eyes. My thoughts were slowly and I was trying to figure everything out before I open them. I tried to move my feet, everything was alright, finger by finger. My leg hurt a bit but my heart started to beat faster when I realized I couldn't move my arm. I remembered the car. It hit me on my left side, my left arm was probably broken.

My head hurt as well but not that pain that knock you down, just like a headache.

I opened my eyes slowly trying to adjust myself to that light. I could understand that I was on hospital. It was pretty easy to guess. The smell, the sounds, it was definitely a hospital.

I looked around stopping my eyes on my sleeping mate. Zayn was in a little couch next to my bed. He looked terrible, all dirty, wet from head to toe. It reminded me of the first time I saw him which made my smile a bit. He was there with me now.

My brain suddenly alerted me that my mouth was too dry. I needed water but I wouldn't wake him up, that would be just uncomfortable.

I moved my good hand and tried to reach a bottle of water that was on my right. It was pretty painful when I tried to move my body a bit to the right so I stopped. It felt like I was worst than I thought. Mom always warned me about crossing the road carefully. She wouldn't be proud.

I tried to grab the bottle again. My fingers touched the bottle but I couldn't grab it.

"Damn." I whispered to myself.

"You could've wake me up." Zayn's voice was raspy, just like every mornings.

"I can do it."

"You can't." He got up and easily gave me the water bottle, already opened. "You look great."

"Don't lie to me. I know I look awful." I drank a bit of water calming my throat. "I was hit by a car. No one looks great when they get hit by a goddamn car."

He smiled and sat on the couch again. He looked tired. Zayn was all about happiness and curiosity but he was so quiet I fast understood something was wrong.

"Why are you sad?" I questioned.

"I'm not sad." He said.

"I know you. I know you are upset about something." My observation made him close his eyes for moments.

He didn't say a word after my affirmation, he just stood there, maybe waiting for me to say something or maybe just ignoring me.

"When I saw you like that today I just felt like I was watching everything all over again." He opened my eyes and fixed mine. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't make this decisions on my own. I know nothing but I thought it was the best."

"I understand... Don't apologize, I just got worried." 

I really wanted to go there and sit next to him, maybe tell him that was normal for him to be upset but, first I was physically incapacitated and second I knew he wouldn't listen to me and then the silence came again. He was just there trying to not look at me. I had to end up with the frozen moment.

"How was I?"

"What?" He finally looked at me, very confuse.

"I had other lives, right? How was I?"

He gave me a little smile and rubbed his eyes. 

"You had 4 lives before this one." He said. " Who do you want to know?"

He looked more communicative  and I understood that he would like to share his "experience" and I must add it interested me.

"Tell me about the first one."

He put himself comfortable on the little brown couch and thought a bit.

"Nirja Bhalla, you were born in Hubli, in India."

"India?" My voice sounded more excited that I wanted allow. "You were from a poor family but your family arranged you a marriage with a rich guy. He really liked you but you didn't think he was the greatest."

And we kept talking, for 4 hours long about Nirja and my old life. After all, I enjoyed to know a bit of his world and he looked happy for sharing it with me.