Detective Malik (Z.M Fanfic)

Chapter 25.

I guess I acted a bit like a brat over at the crime scene with Liam. I just had everything jumbled in my head and with the news of Liam being undercover it was the cherry on top to make me explode with stress.

We finally got to the hospital a few minutes ago. As we enter, the hospital is beyond packed, making me feel slightly anxious.

"Hello." The nice old woman behind the counter greets.

"Um, hello." I greet back. "I need to see Niall James Horan?"

She nods and types a few things in her computer before looking back up. "I'm sorry, but only high official people can go in and see him."

"Oh no, it's okay I'm a detective, and he's a cop."

"Oh." She says. "My mistake boys, just take a seat and the doctor will be out shortly." She kindly says.

We both thank her and take a seat in the waiting room waiting for the doctor to come out.

"Zayn.. I'm really sorry for not telling you.. I just couldn't blow my cover you know?" Liam apologizes.

I nod. "Yeah I know, I'm the one who should be apologizing, I mean I was the one acting like a brat, I just had a lot going on and that news just sent me to the edge you know?"

Liam smiles lightly. "Yeah I know what you mean."

"Detective Malik?" A voice finally shouts. Liam and I quickly get up from our seats and approach the person who I'm guessing is the doctor.

"Yes hello sir, I'm detective Malik." I say.

He nods looking down at the clip board in his hands. He slightly adjusts his glasses and begins to skim through the sheets.

"So is Niall okay?" Liam asks breaking the silence.

"Yes .. But it's a bit more complicated than a simple yes." He says looking at the both of us.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well your friend Mr. Horan here is terribly underweight. It looks like he hasn't eaten for at least months. The shot wound he has is not severe, but with the bad state he is in and his condition..I'm afraid he's in a comatose state."

"For how long?"

"Well.." The doctor says licking his lips and flipping a sheet of paper over, and quickly skimming through it. "We don't really know, it would be Days, weeks, or even months I'm afraid."

"Is there anyway he could possibly wake up sooner by any chance?"

The doctor shakes his head. "I'm sorry Lads, all we can do is wait."

I nod. "Well." I sigh and scratch behind my neck. "I guess we're just going to have to wait... Thank you doctor."

"No problem." He says. "Oh and if you would like to go see him you can, he's in room 107."

"Thank you." He nods and walks away.

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Liam and I walk through the halls looking for room 107. We get lost a couple of times, but we finally make it. I lightly knock on the door and walk inside with Liam right behind me.

We find Louis sitting down in one of the chairs.

"Zayn!" He grins standing up from the chair and runs over to me giving me a hug. "Oh thank god your okay." He smiles.

"Me? I was worried about you Lou." I grin.

"So how does it feel?" He questions. "You know being the first ever detective to solve this case?"

"Pretty good actually." I grin. "Has anyone called Harry yet?"

"Yeah I've already called him, he's on his way." Louis says walking back over to sit down and we follow his lead.

As I take a seat, I look over to the poor young boy, who's laying helplessly on the hospital bed. He has a bandage over his shoulder from where he had gotten shot. I frown at the sight.

Louis then begins to ask me questions about how I ended up finding Niall. I told him the story and also Liam. After I finished telling them the story, Harry Slowly walks into the room with wide cautious eyes.

"Hey Harry." We all greet him. He smiles but walks over to Niall. He observes Niall.

"I can't believe he's here." Harry whispers, with tears fighting to fall down his face. "I..I thought I lost him a long time ago." He walks over and stands next to Niall. Observing him, with a small yet sad smile on his face. He looks over to me. "What did he say before this happened Zayn?"

I shift in my seat, licking my lips. "He said that there was no use escaping since he didn't have his bestfriends anymore, after I told him you were alive the whole time, he got a glimpse of hope with in him, and that gave us the opportunity to escape." I say looking at the curly haired boy.

He nods. With a small smile he looks at me again. "Thank you." He whispers, his voice raspy. "Thank you for everything."