Fix You (Sequel to The Arts)

Chapter 16

Zayn's POV

I can't fucking believe this.

It feels like one thing after another is crashing down all in front of me and I can't do anything to stop it.

I was just at the café when I got the call. God, if I wasn't so sick from all the grotesque feelings within myself, from everything I was hearing, I would've felt sorry from dropping the mug and making a mess.

I got in my car and sped down to the hospital.

So much going on within this one facility.

Now I sat, at the edge of Camila's bed as she slept soundly with a little help from this wire-like tube around her nose.

She's been sleeping since I got here; her body looked so small beneath the covers that swallowed her. I didn't like the colour of the room. It just made her look more pale and weak and reminds me of the way I found her on her bathroom floor slitting her wrists.

Luckily, she's fine. Not too much damage but she'll be in a lot of pain for a while. Physical that is. Her emotional trauma must be worse. And it makes my stomach churn at the thought of it getting worse now because of all of this.

Dinah stirs a little bit in her sleep, and I lift my head to see her in the other hospital bed. She didn't need to be there. She wasn't connected to anything given minor injuries. Scratches from the shattered glass of the windshield. Bandaged hand. A piece covering her eyebrow. The driver hit Camila's side anyway. She just needed a good place to nap after crying herself to sleep.

It was odd, seeing her in a state like this.

She never really let her walls down. Not like the wall Camila does, but just because she always seems to confident and happy. Dinah's actually in a great mental state. She's full of self -love. All for family. All for making sure everyone is happy.

I never thought I'd live to see the day she full-out cried her eyes out. Hugging me and burying her face in my chest to choke a sob. The vulnerability was new, but I moved to comfort her as best as I could, until she fell asleep against me and I carried her to the unoccupied bed.

I can't imagine what this is doing to all of us. If this bring down Dinah: the happiest person in the world: the person who never shed a single tear unless it was for watching sappy romance movies, I can't imagine Camila right now.

I go to rub my eyes. They feel sore almost, from crying too much to the point where another tear just couldn't get out. Now they're just bloodshot. I feel like I can't move. I feel like I'm floating. But, altogether, I feel like I've felt too much, and it resulted in this numbness within myself.

I sigh and pick up to bottle of water beside me and chug the remaining of it down.

Oh how I wish it was a bottle of cheap vodka.

Putting it aside, I stare down to Camila's frail body. I pick up her hand that had this thing to read her pulse on her finger. Gently, I trace the lines of her hands, the way she makes me do when she can't seem to fall asleep.

"Hey," I mumble to her, well aware of her unconsciousness. Regardless, she's still a pretty heavy sleeper.

"You know," I manage to smile a little. "You always seem to cut me off whenever I try to address any type of serious thing. You either crack a joke or change the topic completely, thinking I don't notice might I add. But I do. And I get it. So much is going on and it can get uncomfortable addressing situations as hard and scary as these. But even more so, you ignore me when I try to get through to you.

"So I know you aren't listening, but then again, when are you nowadays?" I try to joke a little. "I might as well tell you everything I've wanted to tell you but couldn't because of your stubbornness.