My Stepbrother - Zarry

Emotions Or Delusions? - 22

Zayn's P.O.V

I slightly opened my eyes, hearing faint beeping from behind me. The overpowering headache made me squeeze my eyes shut again. I attempted to groan, but no sound came out of my mouth. I didn't get to have a look around, but I knew that this bed wasn't my own.

I tried to open my eyes again, seeing a ceiling painted in white before closing them again. I brought my hand up to rub my eyes, but it was pulled back by something with the sound of metal clanging. I briefly opened my eyes to see an IV in my arm, connected to a drip.

I was in a hospital.

"Zayn? Zayn! You're okay!" I heard Doniya say in excitement before hearing a chair being dragged on the floor and a door being opened.

"Mum! Dad! Zayn is awake!" I heard Doniya say from outside the room.

I heard some excited whispers on the other side before a chorus of footsteps walked in. I gathered the energy to open my eyes once more and managed to make out Doniya, Mum, and Dad. Dad hadn't been this excited to see me in a while.

All three of them gathered around me and I received a lot of hugs, kisses, I love you's and I missed you's, and them raking their fingers through my gorgeous locks which I would've pushed away any other day because no one touches my hair but I didn't have the energy to do that this time, now feeling more worn out than I was before, if that was possible.

All three of them were constantly talking, sounding extremely emotional and telling me about things that I couldn't really make out because of the headache that didn't seem to go away. I kept humming just to give them the satisfaction that I was alive. I felt too weak.

Every part of me hurt, my head felt like someone had used it as a punching bag where as my feet felt like I just finished a 30 km marathon.

The door opened again, the authoritative voice making me come to the conclusion that it was the doctor with a few nurses. I couldn't tell what they were saying, just could decipher that there were voices. I think I felt something on my arm, but that was all I could perceive because of how numb my body felt.

I pondered the questing of how I got into this situation, thinking of what happened to have brought me under circumstances where I find it hard to keep my eyes open. The throbbing in my head made it almost impossible to think straight, but the unpleasant memories of what happened last night flooded in.

And then it hit me. Harry.

After the doctor gave me God knows what, I felt a little bit stronger than before since the headache gradually went away. I tried to form sentences but that just ended up in me looking like a fish. Failing at actually forming an actual word, I mouthed Harry's name in the hope that they would get what I was saying.

"Airy?" Doniya asked. I shook my head a little before trying again.

"Angry?" Dad tried this time. I mentally groaned.

"Hungry?" Mum tried.

"Berry?"

"Dairy?"

"Cherry?"

"Ferry?"

"Hairy?"

I nodded my head since they were close, the movement almost unnoticeable, but the attention that was being payed to me probably didn't let it go ignored.

"Hairy? Who's hairy?" Dad questioned.

You've got to be kidding me.

"Hey! Was that directed towards me? Yes I haven't shaved in a while but that is because I was too worried about you and it isn't my fault that my genes make my body go from nice and shiny to that looking like a gorilla's in a day!" Doniya exclaimed.