Detached (A Ziam Fanfic)(BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2: 》》》A Weary Lifeline

WARNING: THIS VERY SAD and a bit graphic so read next to a box of tissues if you're sensitive.

It's very long...idk why

But please take notice to the 《,》,= symbols in the chapter titles...they mean something.

Enjoy!

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Zayn's P.O.V.

-A week later-

Beep...beep......beep......beep...beep...beep...

It's been like that for days now. Inconsistent, so I could never get aquainted with a proper rhythm. Since I never left this room, I'd fear that I might wake up to the monotonous sound of a flatline, which would in turn absolutely kill me. So, I couldn't sleep.

The dull rings I heard always had me watching the screen, carefully expecting one mountainous heartbeat to appear after the other. Its wavering pace usually matched that of my own heartbeat. It let me know we were on the same wavelength, but in two separate conditions.

I stared for the longest until my tears occassionally started to blur my vision. I had guessed the memorable past seemed to be a constant trigger for the tears since they welled up but never threatened to fall. Though I had to remind myself to take mindful glances at him too.

Liam.

He is the actual reason why I'm finding myself paranoid of the IV screen. He was the one laying in this medical bed, so painfully still. This place reeked of death and despair, which made me even more uncomfortable to have Liam practically strapped to one of these fateful beds. The longer I stayed in this room, an equivalent amount of fear lingered along side me.

I sat quietly on the edge of my rickety, hospital standardized chair right next to him, Liam's indifferent fingers weaved in with my trembling ones. I hated the fact that he couldn't tell if I was there or not, but I always was. It seemed like every time I glared at the miraculous mountains on his monitor, a small piece of my heart was put in place. Hearing the staccato sounds of the machine, clarified to me that he was still alive and not gone.

However, it was when I looked over to take a glimpse at his actual physique that my heart would shatter back in half. If it wasn't for the excessive bandage wraps that were bled through and numerous IV needles stringing out of his skin, I would be in a calmer mindset and not be on the verge of collapsing. Even that, I could hardly look at him in his state, for this wasn't the image I wanted lastly imprinted into my head. I didn't need him resembling...a corpse.

A week had flown by and he hadn't moved since that dreadful night I had to heave him from the depths of flaming car debris and watch him almost bleed to death. How frighteningly ironic, Liam was supposed to be the one to save countless lives from wildfires, not me.

While I was disgraced with a broad gash near my eyebrow caused by several shards of glass, Liam was teetering along the line of Life and Death after being impaled by one of the metal rods that had randomly broke free from the car.

It was like being slung smack dab in the middle of a horror movie.

After I had regained consciousness that night, tremors had overtook my body as I saw Liam helplessly pinned through the passenger's seat, limply slouched over the narrow pole that just missed his heart. It all happened so fast; so uncontrollably fast, I could hardly comprehend that we were engulfed in a life-threatening situation until rippling adrenaline and terror swarmed over me.

Time was slowing, my heart was thudding hard against my rib cage, blood and tears almost blinded my vision as well as the smoke around us. I can remember it all so vividly as I could barely get the sound out of my ears.