Louis I have something to tell you.. (One Direction+Werewolf Fan Fiction)

I'll do it!

Rachel's P.O.V

I really can't believe it. I'm just.. So shocked. Why Zayn?

But to make matters worse I need to know how me and Louis are going to sort are differences out.

I really need help. LIGHTBULB! Niall can help me and so can Eleanor.

I tapped away on my phone and then sent two identical texts to Niall and El both saying

'Heey, meet in my room, Louis gone NEED HELP xx :O'

That should do it I thought before I could hear screaming.

All I did was just stood still frozen like a snowman.

And then I heard a voice that matches Liam's shouting "Zayn NOOO!!" Oh. No.

This can't be the end. Not for him. He deserves life, infant he deserves it more than me.

After I had recovered from my frozen act, I ran out of my hospital room, and saw Zayn lying on the floor.

"HELP!"

"HELP!"

"HELP!" I shouted these words for five minutes. No one came apart from other injured people passing by and staring at the accident.

Hmm, he's having a violent fit, whilst he's not moving anywhere. That only means one thing. Epileptic fit.

How do I know this, you may ask? Well my mum taught me when I was young and she said that everyone should be taught this skill.

"Liam, get me a towel, a cup of water and an oxygen mask!" I demanded.

Liam nodded violently and shooted off down the hallway.

"EVERYBODY I NEED SPACE!" I shouted at the crowed that was forming.

Two minutes have passed and I saw Liam come running back being speechless still.

I grabbed the oxygen mask, and placed the elasticated band around Zayn's head.

I waited till his breathing had slowed down a little.

Then, I reached out and grabbed the tatty old towel and tied it around Zayn's right arm, I put a high amount of pressure onto his arm to stop his nerve in the arm from erupting.

I waited for two minutes, and then released my pressure from the towel and untied it from his arm.

Lastly, I took of the oxygen mask off, and brought up Zayn's head up a little and put the cup of water to his mouth and tipped it up to an appropriate hight level.

As the cool water was travelling down Zayn's throat, I saw him flinch and choke on the water. I patted his back quite furosiosly and stood him up.

"You-saved me Rachel." Zayn managed to choke out.

I just nodded and said "No biggie." And took his hand we both walked through the hallways.

All the other boys were there except Louis. I lead the way to the Health Care Unit.

As I saw the unit coming into my sight, Niall whispered into my fragile ear.

"Rachel, why are we going here?"

I just waved Niall off, meaning it dosent matter.

I saw the sitcom on the left hand side of the green painted wall.

I pressed the buzzer and spoke into it.

"Hello, I'm Rachel Tomlinson, and I'm here with my friend Zayn Malik, we are both here to see Dr. Jewson."

"Ok, well if you have friends with you, they'll have to wait outside of this unit, as we are fully packed with patients." The nurse spoken confidently.

I said an ok, and waited for the buzzer which will let me and Zayn into the ward.

I explained to the guys why they have to stay outside the unit, and I went inside the unit, whilst Zayn was trembling.

Wow. That nurse was right, it was completely and utterly packed. I could hear babies crying, and people sneezing. Ew.

Me and Zayn sat down on these two red plastic chairs. We waited about fifteen minutes, until a tall, dark man came out and spoken clearly.

"Mr Malik?"

We both stood up, and joined Dr. Jewson.

We walked down bendy hallways. Until, we reached a brown door, which had a golden plated sign saying 'Dr. Jewson'.

Dr. Jewson opened the door and leaded in, and pointed to where me and Zayn should sit. Me and Zayn sat on black leather chairs across from Dr. Jewson's desk.

"So, Mr Malik, Im here to tell you that there is a cure for your type fo cancer which is your liver." Dr. Jewson said.

Zayn nodded his head, for motioning Dr. Jewson to continue.

"But, there's a problem. You have a particular blood type." Dr. Jewson informed me and Zayn.

"So, does that mean I have to have someone with the same blood type as me?" Zayn asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." Dr. Jewson sympathised.

I arose from the black leathered chair. And spoken.

"Wait! What's Zayn's blood type?" I questioned.

"AB" Dr. Jewson answered bluntly.

Hmm, I thought. WAIT! I'm AB! Even though I'm a werewolf, I still have human blood in me and tiny specks of werewolf kind in me.

"I'm AB!" I informed Zayn and Dr. Jewson.

Both of them arose from their seats too.

"Well, if your willing to do the transplant of the liver, we can proceed the operation tomorrow?" Dr. Jewson explained and questioned.

"I'll do it!" But then a question just blurted out of my mouth.

"Do I need consent from my parents?"

Dr. Jewson shook his head from side to side, and explained that because I'm mature enough and he knows my parents very well, and that he'd know that they'd want me to do it that I'm ok to do the transplant.

Zayn just hugged me and we exited Dr. Jewson's room.

I can't wait to tell the guys!

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