Zayn's Pov.
1 month has passed ever since my horrible accident.
I was so happy to hear that today I could leave the hospital.
It's been a really long bumpy road ever since I got shot.
Liam and Niall had really bad argument and Niall left the house and stayed at Louis place but the next 2 days Niall and Liam made up.
Not only that but Harry was always worried about me which worried more.
He didn't even want to leave me alone for a second and always held my hand.
He kept asking me "Are you okay?" "Do you want a drink?" "Are you tired?"
He was having stress problems by worrying about me too much but finally he took a break by not worrying about me.
What surprised was why would he think Landon shot me.
Landon is in jail.
There's no way he could've done that.
Anyways I was learning to walk all over again.
Since I was always in bed resting and never moving my legs, I needed Harry to hold me by my side and walk me slowly.
Luckily, I was able to walk all by myself the week before the month could end.
Harry was really happy to see me all better.
But today was finally the day I could leave this prison.
Finally I could fast food and see my home.
Or should I say Harry's home..
Harry decided for me to stay at his place since he's worried I might fall off a stair or something but I'm thankful for him.
Anyways, the doctor did lend me some crutches so my legs can heal faster and I'll be able to walk and run all by my self.
So now I was at desk with the secretary while she filled out some paper works.
"Well Zayn, your all good to go, all I need to tell you is that you can't run, or do any activity for 2 months and try to eat healthy things more often. Also this may sound weird but you can't have any sex until 1 week ," she explained.
I nodded at her slowly and laughed a bit.
Well seems like Harry has to wait a week.
"Thank you miss, for everything," I smiled.
She smiled back and handed me some paper work.
"Have a nice day Zayn. Make sure to not lift heavy things as well," added the secretary.
I nodded.
With that, I left while slowly moving my crutches up and down the long hallway.
Harry told me that he would be downstairs in the main lobby.
For some reason I felt excited to see him even though I see him every day.
I pressed the button to open the elevator and went inside.
Nobody came in so I was all by my self in the elevator.
The elevator doors closed and I started playing with my fingers while leaning both of my arms on the crutches.
Hopefully I will heal fast.
What if I don't?
What if I have to use crutches for the rest of my life?
