When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

14; Pancakes, stiff necks, and ice cream

Zayn

 

I sit confined by the hospital walls on a sterile plastic chair, just waiting and waiting for the door to my left to open and a doctor to emerge. The lights in this building are blinding, and they reflect off the plain white walls and it hurts to look at. But I keep looking. The wall across from me has a poster warning everyone about pregnancy. My eyes are sore.

"Hey." I turn my head to see a coffee cup being held out to me. I gingerly take it and Violet sits down beside me.

"Thanks," I mumble, taking a sip.

"Any news yet?" She asks.

I just shake my head.

Dad took Waliyha home and he tried to take my mum with him, but she wouldn't budge. Her and Doniya sit about five seats away from Violet and I, mum asleep on Doniya's shoulder, and Doniya on her phone with her headphones in. No one's really in the mood to talk. We all just wait.

"It took me forever to find the coffee machine," Violet says, laughing a little. "I must have looked like a right dick because I walked right around the floor and walked past it, like, three or four times." She's trying to lighten the mood, and I appreciate what she's doing, but I don't really have the energy to participate right now.

Violet sighs and sips at her coffee. She reaches over and covers my hand with hers and I rub my thumb against her.

All I can think about is how this is my fault. Safaa is in surgery right now with the threat of her lung collapsing and it's all my fault. I was always supposed to protect Safaa, protect her from scary things like this. I promised to protect her no matter what and now I'm the one who's caused her danger. I just can't live with myself. I caused this. It's all me. I hurt her. I hurt the one person I was never supposed to.

"Zayn, she's going to be okay."

I turn a little to face Violet, a concerned look covering her entire face. Her hair is ruffled and her eyes tired, and there's tear stains on her face that have wiped away her makeup. She's incredible. I don't know what I'd do without her. She's like my anchor, the only thing keeping me from floating away. There's something about the way she believes in me that makes me believe in myself. And I feel like it's not so dark because she's around.

"I'm sorry," I tell her quietly.

"Zayn-"

"No, I am. Okay? I'm sorry about everything I said earlier tonight."

"Zayn, it's okay."

"It's not okay," I huff. "I didn't mean any of it, Violet. I need you to know that."

"I do." She just looks at me. "Zayn, I know."

"You're the best person in my life. I need you to know that. I'm so sorry."

She puts her other hand on mine and it's only then that I realise I'm shaking. She leans in close and I look at her, my eyes darting across her face. Then she kisses me slowly, softly. "I love you," she says.

I smile and pull her into me so that she's leaning on my shoulder the best that she can with two arm rests in the way. And I lean down and kiss her forehead, and our hands stay locked together. The rise and fall of her chest and the sound of her heartbeat manage to make me forget about things for a little while.

It's when I startle awake about half an hour later that I realise I fell asleep. Violet still leans on my shoulder, sleeping peacefully. As soon as I stir she awakens, groaning as she stretches out her tight muscles. She rubs at her neck, frowning.