The mix of different directions...

9: the doctor

Zayns POV

"Ill go help her" I ran off down the hall towards Anàs room.

"Aná you in here?" I peaked my head in the door and wasn't surprised when I couldn't spot her.

"Anà?"

"BOO!" two hands shook my shoulders scaring the shit out of me.

"Argh! Fuck Aná, you scared me shitless!" she smiled and pushed past me into her room.

"Ha so this is where my room is." She sat down on the bed.

"Go wash the blood off of your face and put some pants on. I have a feeling you'll be coming to the studio with us." I directed

"Ok" she stood up and her face turned ghostly white and her hand rested on her temple.

"You ok?" I raced to her side, steading her balance.

"Umm, yea, just got up to fast." She brushed me off and headed into the bathroom.

I heard the tap start running so I made myself comfortable on her bed.

The tap stopped running and Aná appeared at the doorframe looking almost green.

"Aná?" she began to walk over to the dresser. She bearly made it half way before her hand covered her forehead and began trembling.

"Aná!" I raced to her aid and just as I grabbed her fragile body she collapsed. Her hand slipped off her head and I saw a red liquid trickling down her face.

"LOUIS!" I called for help, unsure on what to do next I ripped a strip of fabric off of her large white t-shirt. bringing the material up to her forehead I dabbed it softly, waiting for Louis.

Louis, Harry and Liam barged through the door and their expressions changed dramatically.

"What the fuck happened?" Harry's tone was deep and serious, if I didn't know him I would if been scared. His bare chest muscles flexed with anger.

"She. just. like. collapsed." I didn't know what to say.

Louis bent down next to Anà and He reached for Aná's hands. His hands trembled and he was completely frozen.

"The doctor is on his way."I hadn't even realised Liam had made a call.

"Thank you." Louis voice was weak and shaking.

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Harry's POV

"She fine just needs some rest. luckily the cut wasn't to deep so it won't leave a scar." the doctor told Louis, I eavesdropped between the two conversations.

There was the option of listening to Zayn and Liam telling Niall about what happened between Aná, Louis and I. And the other conversation was the doctor and Louis.

"You said she gets nightmares most nights?" asked the doctor

Louis nodded "Yes."

"Well although she's been knocked out shes most probably going to have a nightmare sooner or later." Louis and the doctor exchanged a few more words before their thank you's and goodbyes.

I went over to Aná and sat next to her on the couch. I ran my fingers through her tousled hair, brushing back the strands of hair that feel across her face.

Her figure lay still. Her white t-shirt had been ripped so most of her stomach was showing, she still wasn't wearing any pants but it didn't bother me much, since she was pressed up against me last night in only what she's wearing now.