Addicted z.m

Chapter 25

The beginning of this chapter is really stupid but I wasn't sure where to take any of this, so you cab like...skip to zayn's Pov if you'd like

Spencer's's POV

"Don't...call...anyone..." he panted.

"What?" I questioned with a half amused smile. But all amusement disappeared as I watched his eyes leave mine and roll up as far as they possibly could. Before I could process what was happening, his body collapsed on the floor.

"Oh my God, Zayn!" I fell to my knees and lifted his head. I was thankful for the fact that he was still breathing. "Zayn, wake up, please!" I begged, tapping his face lightly. I repeated this over and over again with no luck.

And then he stopped breathing, and his pulse slowed gradually. I began to panic more, not knowing what to do. He told me not to call anyone. Maybe he knew he'd wake up.

But even with that small flicker of hope, the worst case scenarios played in my head.

He could die.

You could be making a guest appearance at his funeral.

Look at the bright side, you get to meet his family.

The voices in my head taunted.

"Dammit Zayn!" I exclaimed, stressfully running a hand through my hair. I gently lay his head back on the floor and forcefully applied pressure against his chest repeatedly, three at a time. After about ten rounds of three pumps, I was biting my lip with anxiety after finding no progress.

I tilted his head up slightly, pinching his nose and bringing my mouth down to his. I desperately blew air into his mouth until my lungs were emptied them gasped and repeated.

After two more rounds of each technique, his eyes opened and he gasped for the air his lungs craved. He sat up quickly, panting heavily and I began to sob like crazy.

"You damn idiot!" I threw myself at him, sobbing into his shoulder.

"Spencer," he gasped, as if he couldn't believe it was me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and I felt moisture on my shoulder. "Spencer," he repeated. He sounded like he missed me, like it was impossible to have me there.

He pulled me away slightly and stared at me in disbelief. "Spencer," was all that seemed to be able to come out of his mouth.

"I'm hate you," I cried. "Damnit, I hate you so much." I pulled him back to me to sob some more, wrapping my legs around his torso. He kept his arms around me and just held me. That's all I wanted right now.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I just continued to cry into his shirt.

"Why do you hate me?" he pulled us apart and looked at me worried.

"You promised," I mumbled. I watched as the colour drained from his face.

"What?" His voice was filled with terror.

"You promised this wouldn't happen again," I clarified, between sobs. "You said you were sure this wouldn't happen and ten minutes later, I'm here mentally making plans for your funeral." My voice came out louder than expected.

"Spencer-"

"What the hell is going on, Zayn?!" I yelled.

He looked at me as if my eyes could give him the answer. "I honestly can't tell you..." His voice came out lost.

"You need help," I told him.

"Spencer, I don't need-"

"Zayn, I don't know if I'll be able to handle another event like this. What if next time-" the last words wouldn't come out and more tears poured from my eyes.