Y/n's p.o.v
*Zzzzzz* *Zzzzz*
There I was sound asleep. Minding my own business. Not hurting one single person. Just lying in bed with the love of my life. Who I think is asleep but can't tell because I am asleep.
I instantly begin to wake up, feeling shifting from Zach's side of the bed. I thought he was just adjusting his pillow or the blanket or even his sleep position. That is until I start hearing small cries and groans.
I thought it was just a dream so I shook it off. Heading myself back to sleep until Zach started to wince louder than he was doing before. I was scared to get up but at the same time, if there is something wrong, I'm gonna check.
I wake myself up and look over at my clock. It read 2:11 am in bright green numbers. I sigh and prop myself up on my elbows. I look over and see Zach holding his stomach while scrunched into a open ball and rocking back and forth.
He was making crying type noises and his head was sweating. Soaking the pillowcase he laid on. I could also tell by his hair. It was somewhat soaked on the edges.
He then calmed down for a minute, giving me a minute to lay back down slowly and fall back asleep.
About ten minutes later, it begins again. I was worried that something was wrong with him. I get up again and turn over to him.
"Zach? What's wrong?", I say while I shake him lightly. He's awake. I just think he's in too much pain to say anything. "Baby, what's wrong?"
He was rocking back and forth again. I get out the bed and walk over to his side. Kneeling down in front of him. "Zach? What's the matter? Are you okay?"
I brush his long hair out his face and rub my fingers through his hair. "Zach, you gotta tell me what's wrong or I can't help you. Talk to me."
"It h-hurts," he says.
"Baby, what hurts?"
"M-my st-stomach. It hurts," he cries. I felt so bad. Maybe he has food poisoning from something we ate or he had to poop. Other than that, I don't why his stomach would hurt so badly, he cries.
"Rate it for me."
"Nine. It hurts badly y/n!"
"Okay. Okay. Uhm, hold on."
I go into our bathroom and open the mirror, grabbing the advil bottle. Popping two out the container and running to the kitchen to grab a water bottle. I instantly go back into the room, rushing back to his side.
"Here. Take these while I grab some stuff," I say and hand him the pills and water. While he takes the pills, I go to our shared dresser and grab shorts for me and a tshirt for him.
I had on a sweatshirt and undergarments. And he had on shorts. I quickly throw on the shorts and go back over to him.
"Do you want me to put the shirt on for you?", I ask. He nods and sits up slowly. Not letting go of his stomach. I put the shirt over his head and his arms. "Okay, put your sandals on."
He slips his feet into his slides while I put on my birks. I grab both our phones and chargers, along with the car keys, my wallet, and a overnight bag. I go to the kitchen and stick random snacks and drinks into the bag.
I set the bag down and go back into the room. Seeing Zach sitting there in pain broke my heart. I never like seeing him in pain. I never want him to be in pain. Ever.
"Were gonna go to the hospital. Okay?"
"K."
I help him cautiously as he walks out the room. I grab the bag and search for the keys. Finding them successfully. We get into the car and lock ourselves in the seat belt. I put the keys in the ignition and begin driving to the hopsital.
"Baby? Try to sleep it off until we get there. We have about 20 minutes."
He leans his head against the window. I place my hands on his and rub my thumb against his knuckles. He takes my hand In his and squeezes it. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay."
We finally get to the hospital and go inside. Sam dragged his feet on the floor as he walked. I hold his hand as he holds his stomach with his other hand.
"Hi, what can I do for you?", the lady at the front desk asks.
"My boyfriend is having severe stomach pains and we don't know why," I tell her.
"Okay, name?"
"Zach herron."
"Date of birth?"
"May 27 th, 2001."
She asks a few more questions and hands us a clipboard with paper attached to it. We go sit in the lobby. I fill out the paperwork as Zach lays his head on my shoulder. I can hear his little snores.
"Zach?"
"Hm?"
"I'm gonna go turn this paperwork in and use the bathroom. I'll be right back. Okay?"
"K," he replies and leans his head back as he rests his hands on his legs. Pain must've calmed down for a bit.
I turn in the paperwork and go to the bathroom. It was a quick business. So I wash my hands when finished and go back to the lobby.
Zach was still laying his head back. Basically in the same position as before. I sit back down next to him. I tap him amd he looks at me with hurt written all over him.
"You can use me as your pillow so you're not uncomfortable."
He smiles lightly and softly, laying his head in the crook of my neck. I hold his hand and rub it softly. Humming O by Coldplay while he fell asleep on me.
Tears started to swell in my eyes. Only because I hate seeing Zach in so much pain. It always has been something that I never like. I love seeing him happy and cheerful and loving.
I wipe tears away and sniff, continuing back to humming the song. "What's wrong?", Zach asks as he removes his head from my shoulder and carefully sits up in his seat. Groaning at the pain.
"Nothing."
"No. There's something. Don't lie to me. What's the matter?"
I sigh. "It's just I hate seeing you in pain. I don't like seeing you like this. I want your pain to go away," I say as I start to cry.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm okay. It's just a bad stomach ache. I'll be fine. Come here," he says and pulls me closer to him. I lay my head my head on his shoulder and he rests his on mine. Quickly placing a kiss on my head.
After what felt like an hour in the waiting room, a doctor comes out for us. We follow her to a room. "So, your Zach Herron and you must be his girlfriend. Name?"
"Y/n y/l/n."
"Okay. Zach do you mind sitting on the bed."
Zach gets onto the bed slowly and cautiously. I stand by the bed and hold his hand. The doctor asks some questions and Zach's pain start again. He groan and rocks.
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The doctor took tests and x-rays and it turns out that Zach has food poisoning. I'm surprised because I didn't know the pain gets that worse.
She gave him pain killers and had him admitted just in case something else happens to him.
Zach was one laying down in a hospital dress under the blankets. He was sleeping. I couldn't sleep. Even if I tried. At least not right now. I wanted to stay up just in case something happens.
I rubs Zach's hair with my hand softly. "My poor baby. I'm sorry you're hurting."
"Don't be," he says. For a minute, it scared me because I thought he was sleep. But at the same time I'm just not concerned about him hearing anything. "I'm okay."
"I know. I just hate seeing you like this."
"It's okay," he says and pulls me onto the bed with him. He moves the blanket and lays it over me as well. Zach places a kiss on my lips. Which turned into a few long ones.
"I love you, Zach."
"I love you, too."
