M Y L O S T B O Y (ZDH) (✔️)

C H A P T E R 66

I rushed downstairs, the boys slowly following behind.
I ran to the living room.

There she was. On the ground, unconscious, blood on her head. Her mom crying. Her dad panicking.

Z:" What happened?!"
I said as I kneeled next to her.
Mom: "I-i told her that you planned this and she got really pale and fainted"

Dad: "Her head hit the point of the coffee table pretty hard"
I checked her pulse, it was really low.

This was not good. She wasn't like super healthy lately, because of all the things that happened and because of stress and everything that was going on.

So this was not really helping for her health. Not at all.

Z: "Oh no"
Ja: "What?"
He said faintly.
Z: "Her pulse is weak"
I looked at Jonah.
Z: "Call an ambulance"
Everyone was shocked.

Jonah quickly called 911, while Corbyn and I made sure her head stopped bleeding. It didn't really work, because the wound was big. Really big.

I hope she's going to make it. I don't want to think like that, but the thought just popped up in my head. I got tears in my eyes.

Worry took me over. She breathed lightly, not steady or anything like it.
Z: "Please Y/n"
Z: "Wake up"
I said crying while kissing her head.

C: "Zach, calm down. I know it's hard, but you need to stay strong for a bit. Do it for her"
He said quietly, only I could hear it.

I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit. Tears still streaming down my face, but I was not hysterically crying anymore.
Z: "Please Y/n, I love you"

I silently said. No one could hear it, I could barely hear it. I kissed her head one last time while Jonah opened the door for the paramedics.

They quickly asked what happened while they helped Y/n. She had to go to the hospital. I got with her in the ambulance and the rest drove behind us in our car.

I held her hand the whole time. All of a sudden, they told me to let go of her hand, machines started to beep, paramedics rushed to her side.

They started to reanimate her. Oh no, this is not good.

We arrived at the hospital and they told me that I had to wait in the waiting room, because they rushed her to a emergency room, so they could help her.

The boys and her parents arrived minutes later.
D: "Is she okay?"
He said crying.
I shrugged.
Z: "They brought her to a room immediately"
Everyone was crying. We all cared for her after all.

Z: "I'm sorry"
Dad: "What?!"
Mom: "Don't be, sweetheart. It's not your fault"
Z: "It is, if I was just honest with her, this wouldn't have happened. If I just told her that I was planning this, she wouldn't have been mad at me for thinking that I was cheating. And then she would never fall and hit her head on that stupid table and then we wouldn't be here, sitting here, crying, waiting impatiently to hear if she's going to make it"
I said bawling my eyes out.

Dad: "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault"
Mom: "Zach, it's okay, she's going to make it. I know that and you know that too. She's strong"
She hugged me.

Z: "That's true, she is strong. But she's going to hate me for sure"
Mom: "No she isn't! Are you crazy, Zach?! She loves you"
Z: "She does?"
Mom: "Of course she does!"

Dad: "I can tell you that for sure. I've never seen my daughter so happy with someone. She would do anything for you. If I hear her talk about you on the phone again, she sounds so happy. You deserve each other, Zach. She really does love you, so stop thinking that and stop blaming yourself"

Z: "Thanks"
I said as I wiped my tears.

We sat there for a long time. Just staring in front of us. Sobbing. In silence.

Watching other patients come in and watching others go again. Reuniting with their family, happy that they healed well. We saw that for hours.

All those happy people. And we were emotional wrecks, waiting for our loved one to wake up.