"Zayn?"
"Hey, babe."
Zayn said, pulling the face mask down to reveal his full face. Bloom's eyes lingered on the small cut on his lower lip and bruises on his face.
He rushed to where she was and pulled her into his arms before she could start asking questions about his injuries. She sank into his arms with tears rolling down her cheeks, his scent assured her this wasn't abstract.
"I'm right here," he whispered stroking her hair.
"I'm so sorry you got arrested."
She muffled against his neck wrapping her arms around him.
"Okay love birds, we are running out of time. We have to leave before they figure out what's going on," Tyra said behind them.
"Please don't leave me here, they won't stop drugging me. It's draining the life out of me, please."
Bloom said desperately when he pulled away.
"We are not leaving without you, you're coming with us."
Zayn told her with a soft smile and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.
"Let's go," Tyra groaned with an eye roll, moving the wheelchair closer to the bed.
They helped her up and she sat gently in the wheelchair.
"Act normal, look sick or something."
Tyra told her as she covered her legs with a blue blanket. She moved away and put on her face mask to hide her face.
Zayn stood behind Bloom, holding the wheelchair handles while Tyra pretended to carry her hospital file.
"Are they still alive?"
Bloom asked, looking at the two bodies on the floor.
"Unfortunately, yes," Zayn replied.
"Shhh," Tyra whispered as she opened the door.
Zayn wheeled her out of the room while Tyra trailed behind. The guards outside didn't pay much attention to them.
They had told them earlier they were coming to take her for a test and they bought it.
"Walk faster," Tyra whispered behind them.
They took a turn to a corner and headed north to the staircase leading to the underground parking lot.
"Sorry, Barbie, but you have to walk cause we are taking the staircase."
Tyra said when they stopped.
"Can you walk? It's not safe for us to take the elevator," Zayn asked, squatting next to her and looking at her with pure concern.
"I will try," she said with a small smile.
"Liz should be here by now, where the hell is she?" Tyra groaned looking down the hallway.
"Relax, she'll be here."
Zayn said to Tyra who was already cursing and saying it was a bad idea to come.
"Hey, sorry I'm late, someone called me to check on a patient," Liz said, running to where they were with a small bag in her hand.
She was wearing a purple scrub and a white slip-on shoe.
"Did you get everything?" Zayn asked collecting the bag and checking the content.
"Yes, I even got extra," Liz said with a grin.
"Let's go before someone notices something is wrong," Tyra said and opened the door leading to the back staircase.
"Hey, Bloom."
Liz placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a warm smile.
Zayn gathered her in his arms and carried her bridal style down the staircase.
"Let me know if you're hurting," he whispered looking down at her face.
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Boy With Love|COMPLETE|
Teen Fiction"Go home Bloom and don't return to this place." "You don't own this place and you don't have the right to tell me where to go and where not to!" She shouted. She was annoyed at how mean he was toward her. "Get this straight Bloom, someone like you d...
