I'll Be Here for Forever || z.m.

Chapter Seventeen

*Still Zayn's P.O.V.*

About ten minutes later, Dr. Hart and Dr. Jameson came in, their arms crossed over their chests.

"Good to see you awake," Dr. J winked at her. They were actually pretty good friends now.

"Good to be awake," Kendall croaked.

"So, I assume you've been filled in by someone about why you're here and what happened," Dr. Hart piped up.

"Yeah," She looked over at me.

"Well, we're going to keep you here for the next couple of," Dr. Hart began. We thought he was going to say days, as Wendy had. "Weeks. Because now you're very fragile and even the slightest accident or fall could make you begin to bleed internally again."

"And we're going to up you're chemo," Dr. J put in. He'd said this before, making it once a week instead of once every other week. "To twice a week. The cancer's progressing." I could see his eyes turn glassy as he took a ragged breath.

"W-what?" Kendall asked.

"Your cancer is getting worse, Ms. Tomlinson," Dr. Hart said for Dr. J, who had stepped out.

"Please don't call me Ms. Tomlinson, it makes me feel grown up. I'm only a kid." She recited, as she had to the other nurses who had called her that.

"Then, Kendall, we only temporarily fixed the bleeding. We did this because we needed it to stop bleeding, but didn't have time to permanently repair it. We just had to stabilize you. So, now, you're very fragile and we need to keep you here to watch over you. We're going to take you down to surgery tomorrow and repair it for good." Dr. Hart explained.

"Okay," Kendall replied calmly. Why on earth was she this calm?

"Now, get some rest and a nurse will be down at eight tomorrow morning to prep you." He said his goodbyes and left.

"Kendall, are you alright?" I asked hesitantly.

"I don't know," She replied, looking straight ahead.

"Do you want me to call a nurse?" I was beginning to worry.

"No, no, I'm fine. Can you go get Erica?" Kendall asked, looking at me now.

"Of course, I'll be right back..." I said. She was being so strange....

I walked out of the room and found Dr. Hart talking to Dr. J in a hushed but angry tone.

"You need to get it together, Mark!" Hart, who's first name was Jason, was wagging a finger at his colleague, who was nearly in tears. "She is your patient, not your friend. You cannot become emotionally attatched to a patient, in any way, or else you aren't able to do your job because you won't know when to let go."

"Whatever, Jason. And, yes, she is my friend. Your last name might be Hart but you certainly don't have one." Mark snapped. "And I won't have to know when to let go, because she will pull through. She's a fighter."

They hadn't known I'd been listening in until I made an effort to go past them to the waiting area where I knew Erica was.

"How much did you hear?" Jason looked at me, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Enough to know who the better doctor is." I nodded to Mark, who I genuinly liked, then glaring at Jason, who I genuinly hated, even he had saved her life.

I pushed past him and went into the waiting area to find Kendall's parents and sisters gone, but Liam, Niall, Harry, Louis, and Brody, all asleep, and Reese, Danielle, Eleanor, and Erica talking.