THE WATERS :: ZAYN

wounds

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Solána burst through the door, her now dark brown eyes set on the men who shot her baby.

Doctor Brock blew on his gun and looked up just in time for her to punch him in the face. He grunted loudly, his head hitting the floor in an instant knockout.

Solána was then pinned to the wall by both guards. Her long nails dug into the drywall before it crumbled beneath her. She elbowed one man in the gut and flipped the other over her shoulder. He landed on the coffee table, which actually broke beneath him.

Solána grunted, kicking one of the men in the face before grabbing and punching him repeatedly until he was a bloody mess. She threw him down and ran a bloody hand through her hair. The wind picked up as the seconds went by, but she just couldn't calm down. Solána was never a violent creature, hence why she gave this man a chance, but now it was over. She was furious.

All three men were knocked out cold, so the only thing to do was tie them all up and come up with a genius story later.

Solána heard whimpering in the hallway and looked to see poor Rhino limping towards her, his tail low and an eye missing. Claw marks adorned his skin and Solána got even more mad. She made a promise that everyone would be okay, and it all fell to pieces.

She felt bad for the dog, but Zayn was a priority right now, she'd get to him later.

"Zayn?" she gasped, filling the large bloody trail on the wall to find her boyfriend lying limp against the wall. Blood stains decorated his white shirt, and his chest quickly moved up and down as he tried to breathe. She rushed to him and kneeled in front. "Oh, Zayn--"

"What are..." he coughed up blood and it dripped from his chin and to his shirt, "Solána..."

"Shh, baby, shh," she hushed him and tore his shirt open, "you're okay, you're okay."

"I'm not," he croaked, "I'm not okay--"

"You're going to be okay, Zayn. I promised you," her hands pressed to his chest and more blood spewed out, "ugh, shit!"

"Calm down," he told her as she continued, "think. You can't do anything when...you don't...think." He was right. Solána was a mess, but she didn't have time to think because he--

"It's okay," Zayn seemed to smile as she took her time apparently. "Babe--"

"Stop it," she shook her head and pressed her hands to his chest again. His breathing became regular but not as stable as she liked, the wounds on his body healed into scars, but he was still on the mend. "Zayn, what--"

Then, Solána had an idea. So she grabbed Rhino from the living room and put Zayn over her shoulder. She began running out into the wild, far from the house and closer to the waterfall. They both needed to be fully submerged underwater without being out in that horrible mess of an ocean she caused.

The rain poured heavily on them all, Solána's hair was in her face, making these curly curtains cover her eyes momentarily until the wind moved them away again.

She finally reached the waterfall and set them both in. Only Rhino legs stayed in the lake but Zayn's whole body was in. His eyes were closed now, so Solána got to work on him quickly. He needed to be fully submerged in order for his healing powers to work at its best.

"Come on," she grunted, her hands glowing as she tried to heal him. Nothing was working. "Dang it! Zayn, work with me here!"

It was no use. Zayn Malik was no longer breathing, his eyes glued shut and mouth taut. Solána started tearing up again, her cheeks stained with water and the frown set on her lips.

"Don't do this to me, Jesus," she whispered in a broken tone, "please don't. I love him so much. Please."

Solána was already too late, letting go of his chest and sitting down on her backside. She pulled Zayn closer and rested his head in her lap. His hands went limp, and she caressed his face as if he were sleeping.

She kept crying and crying until nightfall came about. Rhino was still lying by the water but Solána only paid attention to Zayn. His body was now ice cold to the touch, he was paling already, the veins in his eyelids and arms popping up as he nearly froze.

Solána still tried to bring him back to life, but there was no hope anymore.

"It's all my fault," she whispered, her tears still coming despite all the water from earlier. The outside air was moist from the natural disasters that occurred, it was now raining still. Her hair had frizzed up but now it was mostly almost glued to her head. Her lips was red from the biting and her eyes even more so from crying.

"It's my fault," she repeated, looking down at him, "I'm sorry, Zayn. I didn't want it to happen like this. I didn't mean for you to get wrapped up in my life, and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you and I honestly wish I died back when I was supposed to. You're too young, baby." Solána held him closer, shivering at the coldness but not caring because she was alive and he wasn't.

It was possibly eight o'clock post meridieum and Solána sensed that the men in Zayn's home were still knocked out, she had almost two hours before they would get up remember what they came for.

But Solána was too sad to care.

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this for anyone who told me my books were boring or they didn't have enough conflict

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