Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 58

Song: In My Veins
Artist: Andrew Belle

Fun fact about me:
I hate my writing

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Zayn made it clear of the address where he wanted to meet up but I didn't expect it to be at a boxing ring. Especially since he never mentioned it but then again we don't know much about one another.

I took the bus to get here and with a bit of medicine I was able to not feel pain around the shot wound. This morning I didn't bother taking a look in the mirror because I didn't want to face my scar. It was not forming into one yet but it bothered the hell out me. The way it was stitched up and it was almost shaped as a heart.

It took me so long to get where I am standing. My mom would barge in my room twice or more each passing minute to see how I was doing. She checked my blood pressure, fed me, and just babied me the whole morning until later she said she was going to get some of my prescriptions. She excessively kept mentioning that she could make a few calls to my dad to come here and take care of me. I of course hated the idea so I turned down the offer and insisted that I'll be fine by myself. Took a lot of convincing but she finally was out the door within seconds. And now if I don't hurry back I'll probably would never stop getting special treatment.

I limped my way to the glass door entrance and spotted a lot of men talking and lifting weights. For my condition I think it sure wasn't safe to be here but I got to hear what Zayn wanted to say.

The essence was the first thing I conjured up. It cringe my nose in disgust from the sweating bodies everywhere. The bad odor almost made me gag. When I came in here the men noticed that I was the only girl here as far as I can tell and they looked my way with confusion and somehow smirks on their faces. I don't know why they stared, I absolutely look so horrible today. My clothing insisted of gray sweatpants, some converse, and a black hoodie while my hair was tied up as a messy bun. I looked like crap especially since I know I still had stitches on my forehead and an almost faded black eye. I think I could blend in.

I searched around to spot any signs of Zayn and when I was going to give up I finally see that he was up on the boxing ring. He was there fighting with someone else as some people cheered them on. They both wore boxing gloves and just swinging each other.

I walk over to the ring hopefully trying not to stand out from the rest of the guys. When Zayn had duck from getting hit in the face he finally noticed me in the crowd and suddenly stops what he's doing. I smiled timidly waving at him but bad luck happen too quickly when Zayn was socked in the face by the other fighter. Zayn was able to hold his posture.

"Little distracted there Z?" The other fighter spoke loudly and everyone began to laugh.

"I call a time out" Zayn says.

"Aw is Zayno scared to get his arse beat by me" the other one mocked.

"In your dreams, Duncan" he glares at him then everyone broke out the crowd to see that they weren't going to fight anymore. I begin to get out of their way to make room for them to leave.

Zayn once again glances at me and smiles while taking off his boxing gloves and throwing them away on a corner.

"Oh I see, your girlfriend's here" this Duncan jokes punching Zayn with his boxing glove.

"Fuck off already would you?" Zayn sneers shoving away his arm.

Duncan just laughs and sends a wink over my way. He soon leaves me and Zayn alone. Thankfully Zayn comes down the rink to walk over to me so I can ignore walking up the small stairs. He comes over looking like he was ready for an embrace but I don't give him one.