I Don't Need My Heart *A Ziall AU*

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Okay, so I'm not a medical professional, nor am I gonna try to be, so if any of this is inaccurate, then I'm sorry, just go along with it. 

PS This is the last chapter! Let's try to get this to 150 comments!

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

<<Niall's POV>>

I was woken up. I was hooked up to a machine and I had an oxygen mask. I was covered in tapes and bandages all over my body. It was obviously a hospital bed and I couldn't feel my body. I had needles and all sorts of weird medical things inside of me. I had a neck brace on and I was parallel against the bed. I struggled to move, but I was restrained down. I looked up and tried to make noise. I only get out whimpering noises under my mask. I was getting scared. I was claustrophobic, so this was terrifying.

"Niall! Niall!" A voice gasped. It was Harry. "Guys! He's awake!" He gasped. Everybody ran over to me.

"Niall, thank goodness!" Louis cried.

"Oh, thank god he's alive!" Liam sighed in relief. I could kind of see them, as my body was straight against the bed. I wasn't propped up, so I only looked right at the ceiling.

"Yo, my favourite little thot, how you doing, bitch?" Cardi asked, removing a chair.

"Zeen." I struggled to get the words out.

"What? Oh Zayn," Cardi said. "Call in Zayn!" She instructed.

"Quit being so dramatic, Cardi." Harry said, with his eyes rolling. I could tell he was annoyed and scared at the same time.

"Hey Niall, how are you?" Stefani asked, her eyes were red and swollen. I tried to nod.

"Okay, I'm sure you have lots of questions, you were in a car accident. You and Zayn survived, at least so far." A doctor told me, standing over me, so I can see him.

"You're going in for a heart transplant, mi hermano." Alejandra said. She was sadden as well. "You're needed to sign a release to put you under the knife."

"You're on a LVAD right now, your heart isn't working, one of your valves are crushed on the impact." The doctor told me. He was about a middle-aged man, with white hair and slightly wrinkled face. He held a paper and an ink pad.

"Do you agree?" Harry asked. I feebly nodded. I pressed my thumb with all my might and pressed it on the ink pad. Since my blood wasn't really flowing, I couldn't move or feel much. I was so tired. I pressed my thumb on the paper.

"Thank you." A voice said. Even in my state, my heart jumped. A beeping noise on one of the machines went off.

"Zeen." I tried to get out. I heard wheels turning.

"Woah, calm down, your heartbeat is irregular." Doctor warned. Zayn came up to me, in a hospital gown.

"Thank you, Niall, for surviving." Zayn told me. He was in a wheelchair and had a bandage on his arm and some IVs in his veins.

"Zeen." I tried to say.

"No need, Niall, I love you, thank you for what you've done. Niall, you're so precious." Zayn said. "I'm paralysed from waist down." He explained. "But don't worry, Because of you, I can love you with all my heart." He bent down and kissed me on my forehead, where I wasn't covered with bandages. I felt so at ease. I could feel his love. If only I could return it to him.

"Okay, let's get him prepped." Doctor said. "We only got an hour until the LVAD will stop supporting him." He called.

"Zee." I tried to say. I was crying. What if I don't make it? What would happen? I had to make through this procedure. For Zayn.