Addicted z.m

Chapter 36

Images of the past hour seemed to come and go as I stared at him.

I couldn't take a second to close my eyes and take a deep breath. Every time I closed my eyes for longer than a blink I saw the police and ambulance lights.

I saw them picking up Zayn's body and putting him in one of the ambulances. I saw the black tarp that covered Niall's body as they rolled him out of the warehouse. I saw every member of the gang, even Michael, getting cuffed and stuffed into cars. I heard the Italian woman telling me I need to get checked out. I saw Zayn's life slowly slipping away through his eyes.

The only thing keeping me sane was the monotonous beeping that signalled each short moment his heart continued to beat.

His nurse would come in regularly to check his pulse and the fluids he was hooked up to. The first couple of times she glanced at me from the corner of her eye. The thrid time she spoke to me.

"Maybe you should go and get some rest," she suggested. She had a French accent. "The hospital can arrange for a car to come and take you to your hotel."

I shook my head and gave her a weak smile.

She nodded, did her job, then left.

The fourth time she made the same suggestion.

"I'm fine, thank you," I tried to sound polite but depression took away my patience.

The fifth time she came, she silently wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and, without a word to me, did what she was supposed to do then left.

She came in a sixth time, earlier than usual, to announce that his family had landed and were on their way to the hospital. I was told my family's plane was delayed because a storm rolled in in London.

Before leaving, she came up to me and whispered in my ear in French, "Lorsque vous perdez un, il se sent comme la fin du monde, mais quand on reste derrière à vous aimer, c'est un signe que les chances ne sont pas toujours contre vous." (When one leaves you, it feels like the end of the world, but when one stays to love you, it shows the odds aren't always against you).

I parted my lips in shock as she walked away. "Merci," I called before she exited. She looked back at me and smiled. "Merci beaucoup."

"De rien," she dismissed then left.

I reached out my hand and clutched onto his hand. His bruised face was swollen on one side and I smiled despite the circumstances.

His hand squeezed mine back and his eyelids began to flutter. I sat up a little straighter and stared at him eargerly.

When his eyes finally opened, he honestly looked like he was only waking up from a nap and not from loss of blood and surgery.

"Spencer?" he groaned.

"I'm right here babe," I spoke to make him aware of my presence. The corners of his lips turned upward just a little. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Words don't even begin to describe how happy I am to see you," he said. It surprised me how his voice sounded more sleepy than weak.

"Are you in pain?" I questioned. "Do I need to get the nurse?"

"I just woke up," he laughed. "I want to spend a little time alone with you before a bunch of doctors ruin the moment."

In some strange way, his calm mood made me feel tense and he took notice to this.

"Relax," he whispered, rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand. I did as he said and settled in the cushioned seat provided in the hospital. I clutched onto the blanket that was draped over my shoulders and sat back.