In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

forty-five || Where- where am I?

30 minutes later...
12.49pm
Copley Hospital

"What do we have here?"

"Pregnant male. Sixteen. Subject has internal bleeding, broken ribs, and a collapsed lung. He needs to be put in surgery immediately so bring him to the ER and get him ready."

"Do you know what happened?"

"Witnesses have confessed that they watched a fight going on between him and another guy. Damn kids these days. No self respect anymore."

"Sweetie, can you hear me? We're gonna take care of you."

4 hours later
5.02pm

His eyes slowly fluttered open as he woke up from to a bunch of voices, his head pounding with a agonizing headache. Zayn groaned. He slightly shifted in the bed he was laying on only for his body to have pain shoot through it, a small whine leaving him. He had no idea where he was nor did he barely knew what the hell happened to him except that Liam hurt him, but he could hear the familiar sound of a heart monitor. If his vision wasn't this blurry, he could actually recognize where he was, but as he lifted his head all he could see were different shadows moving towards him.

"Zayn, sweetie," the sweet sound of his mother's voice rung in his ears and he could feel her grab his hand. By the way she sounded, she must have been crying for the past four hours. That made him frown.

"M- mom? Where- where am I?" Zayn asked a little weakly and looked up at her. Trisha sniffled and caressed his cheek gently. "You're in the hospital, sweetheart. You received a brutal beating in school earlier and they had to do surgery." She told him with a soft and calm voice, close to tears once again as she thought about what her baby was put through.

Zayn's eyes watered. One by one the scenes started replaying in his head but the only thing he got out of it was; "is- is the baby okay?" At this point, he couldn't care less if his parents knew or not. He just wanted to know if his baby was okay.

His mother shared a glance with Yaser and Toni who were on the other side of Zayn's bed, sighing sadly afterwards. "I'm sorry, baby." She looked at him sadly. "The baby didn't make it." Her voice barely reached a whisper, but Zayn could still perfectly understand her. Once again, hot tears streamed down his bruised cheeks when he heard the news and his heartbeat began increasing, his breathing becoming quickening.

He broke down instantly, Trisha trying to calm him down as she got into bed beside him and pulled him into her arms, carefully wrapping her arms around his fragile body. She ran her fingers through his hair and rocked them back and forth as the boy cried, her own heartbreaking at the whole situation.

Trisha tried calming him down, soothingly rubbing his back to assure him that she was there. The boy clutched onto her sweater as he sobbed, ignoring the pain that was burning through his body.

The woman looked at Toni and Yaser who both seemed ready to explode, having a fear that they might do something that they would regret. She knew how protective they would get when it came to Zayn, especially after finding out that her son had been bullied all throughout high school already – on the same day. She just knew they had to get him out of there, so she definitely would sit down and talk to her husband about it.

1 hour later
Thursday evening
6.29pm

"Why didn't you tell me?" Bella asked Zayn softly as she laid beside him in the hospital bed, having scooped his small frame up in the spooning position. Once Zayn's family left the hospital, the cheerleader promised his parents that she would take care of him. When she found out that he was pregnant and lost the baby, she instantly felt bad for reacting the way she did earlier at lunch. She didn't mean anything she said and now that the boy was all bruised and hurt, she felt awful. The boy hadn't spoken a single word since he heard the news. His eyes were trained on the white wall not too far from his bed, a blank expression resting on his face.

His eyes were bloodshot and red from crying, his cheeks tearstained and a light rosy color. His nose was stuffed and his body was in agonizing pain, but that didn't top the pain he was currently feeling in his heart. Memories of this afternoon kept flooding back. Scene after scene. Kick after kick. Word after word. It felt as if all the life in his body was drained the second Liam humiliated him in front of the school. He hated himself before, but he never expected his self hatred to grow even bigger than it already was.

She received no answer. The girl released a sad sigh and kissed his head, nuzzling her face in his tousled hair. Her own eyes began watering. "I'm sorry, Z..." she whispered. "I'm s- sorry I wasn't there for you."

Zayn shifted a little when she started crying and turned around to face her, placing a hand on her cheek. He wiped the tears that started running down her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "It's not your fault." He said, his voice not even close to a whisper. "Don't be sorry. Please."

"But–" Zayn didn't give her a chance to speak and instantly interrupted her.

"Bella stop. It's not your fault." The dark haired boy emphasized and shook his head. "I under- I understand how frustrated you must've felt for- for knowing I was helping someone cheat and- and didn't tell you immediately. I feel terrible about myself." He sniffled and cuddled into her side.

"Liam is a fucking scumbag." Bella grumbled and kissed his forehead. "I punched him."

"You what?" Zayn lifted his head, his brows shot up in surprise.

"I punched him." The cheerleader snorted. "In front of the principle. I got detention but it was totally worth it."

"Thank you." The boy gave her a small smile at that. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"I know." Bella said in a playful cocky voice, smiling softly as he giggled. "When did you find out?" She questioned softly, looking up at him.

"The class trip. I actually just got done having- having sex with Liam," Zayn admitted with a blush, "and I thought I had food poisoning because of how much I threw up. Turned out I was pregnant."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared..."

"Yeah but you know you can tell me anything, right?" Bella frowned.

"I- I know," the sixteen year old sighed, "I didn't- I honestly had no idea what to do. I thought you were going to hate me once you found out I was sleeping with Liam and having his baby. And- and it kind of- it felt that way during lunch today."

"Zayn," Bella inhaled a deep breath and chuckled softly, "you're considered my best friend. We've only really interacted with each other for a few months, but you're the closest person I have to calling my best friend. So, no matter how many times there will be where you mess up, I won't ever hate you. Never in a fucking million years. I can't. You're- you're awesome. You're like- like a fragile kitten that needs protection and I'm you savior. I'd take a bullet for you any day. I mean- I love you, Zee." She admitted with honesty being evident in her voice, meaning every single word she said.

"I love you too, Bels." Zayn smiled softly through tears and moved up, pecking her lips gently. "Thank you." He rested his head upon her chest afterwards.

"Don't have to thank me. I'm always gonna be there for you, Zayn. No matter what's gonna happen in the future." The junior nodded his head at that. "Ditto, B." He smiled and looked up at her, the brunette haired girl chuckling which made her chest vibrate a little.

The two friends got themselves more comfortable on the bed and laid there in a comfortable silence. The only sound being the heart monitor beeping loudly beside them. They didn't let it bother them though. They just laid there together and enjoyed the peaceful moment, not letting anything ruin it. And despite Zayn being in pain, he was glad Bella was there to mend it and distract him.

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