Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Sixteen

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Zayn's POV

It's been five hours.

I brought Heather to the ER five hours ago and she still isn't waking up. The doctors say she has an abnormal amount of brain activity and they think that she is still in the coma because she doesn't want to wake up. That scares me a lot because what could be so scary that Heather subconsciously doesn't want to wake up from this sleep she is in? I shudder at the thought of something scary enough to frighten Heather, the strongest person I've ever met.

Curtis has taken to sitting on the farthest side of the waiting room from where I sit, he's still skeptical of me having nothing to do with his sister collapsing. I wish I could reassure him but I don't know what did cause her to collapse so I give up. Mr. Lowes has been buzzing between the waiting room and Heather's hospital room for the past hour and I am starting to worry that the old man is wearing himself out. I check my phone to see a text from Gabby saying she still hasn't found Harry and I frown before typing an update on Heather.

Nothing's changed.

I glance up as the sliding glass doors that lead back to the rooms slides open and Mr. Lowes emerges, scanning the waiting room and finally walking towards me when he finds me. I stand up and wipe my sweaty hands on my pants, expecting the worst. He hasn't asked why I am still here, he hasn't asked where Harry is or for a further explanation of tonight and I was thankful because honestly I have no answers for any of those questions.

Mr. Lowes sighs, "She's stable at least, they just don't know why she won't wake up." I nod and he continues, "You can go back if you want, I will tell the nurse to let you through if you want to see her." I felt my heart clench painfully, did I want to see Heather when she is in a coma sort of state? With all the wires running into her body and see her laying still, barely breathing? I wasn't sure but I found myself nodding and following the elderly man back through the doors he had just emerged from and then froze outside of Heather's room once Mr. Lowes retreated back to the waiting room to sit with his son.

There was a nurse in there with her, speaking softly but I caught a few words. She was asking Heather if she was tired, if that's why she was still sleeping and I cleared my throat to alert her to my presence. She smiled sweetly before slipping out of the room and I finally took a shaky step into the sleeping girl's room.

Just as I had feared there were wires running from her head to machines, IV's sticking into her hands and I gingerly took the one without an IV as I settled into the chair next to her bed. Her skin was paler than usual, her cheeks looked slightly hollow and I realized how skinny she had gotten. Heather had never been big but she had a healthy look to her that society doesn't approve of anymore, now she was nearly skin and bones. Had she not been eating? No, Harry would have made sure she ate and was healthy, so why had she lost so much weight? I remember when we were running from Kevin I lost a lot of weight from stress, so did my mum. Is that what it is? Is Heather stressed?

"Oh Heather," I sighed, a fond look spreading across my face, "look what you've done to me." The girl didn't respond, I hadn't expected her to because this wasn't the movies and I wasn't even sure if she could hear me or not but I spoke anyways.

"I remember the first night I saw you, God it feels like ages ago yea? I remember watching you fight and I never knew something so deadly could be so beautiful, just like you. The way you moved, the grace you had and the deadly precision was astounding and I found myself thinking about you more and more. When I met you with Harry I never thought that you could be the fighter I had seen that night, you were too shy and quiet to be the confident killer. I can't tell if you were acting or if you simply have two sides but I don't care because I think it only made me like you even more. You are a mystery.