GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

ғᴏʀᴛʏ-sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ

Chapter 47Jennifer

(Corrected)

Previously in Gunshot:
'Selena?' James called her.
'Yeah?'
'Why did you put yourself in a coma?'
'I didn't do this on purpose!' She defended.
'Selena, please. I've stayed here for seven days 24/7, don't try to fool me.'
'I... It's because of...' James' phone suddenly ringed, thus preventing Selena from telling James the whole truth.

'Hello?' He picked up the call.
'James?'
'Zayn, where the fuck have you been? It's been a week!' Jee shouted, torn between a feeling of relief and anger.
'We... We're in trouble, man. I...'
'What's happening?' James asked.
'I think I'm losing Alyssa...' The Pakistani's voice cracked.

He let his phone slip through his fingers.
'James, what the hell is going on?! Selena asked.

Someone knocked on the door.
'James?' Selena insisted.

'Oh, thank God you're up!'
'What do you want? You're the last person I wanted to see!' Selena growled.
'James, can you let us alone?' The man asked.
'Hum... Yeah, yeah, sure.' He confusedly said.
'No, he's staying! You can say anything in front of him. I have nothing to hide, unlike you!' She provoked the man.
'You sure, you wanna play this game?'
'It's okay; I'm leaving. I don't wanna be the reason for your arguments.' James declared as he opened the door to go.

Spoon sat on the bed and took a deep breath:
'Selena, you can't put yourself in this kind of situation because of your...'
'Don't you dare finish that sentence.' the almond-eyed woman interrupted him.
'Because of your mother!' Spoon yelled, standing up. 'You have to accept it! It's been ten goddamn years, for fuck's sake! You can't remain in the past like that!'
'Are you blaming me? For caring about my mom? Excuse me for being there for her when you weren't doing shit! How can you have the nerve to blame me for being hurt when it's your fault, and all you cared about was your stupid fucking club?' She screamed at the top of her lungs.
'I wasn't doin' shit? I managed everything on my own. I took care of the families. I sent agents to look for him. I kept my head high and kept up the good work! Is that doing shit?' The boss replied.
'You're fooling yourself. You sent me miles away so you could keep your stupid agency safe; You made Alyssa believe that I left on a whim! You didn't even let me say goodbye to anyone, Aly, Mike, and Zayn, no fucking one! And you wonder why I hate you? You killed my mother, and you tried to make me fucking disappear too!'

Spoon opened his mouth to reply.
'If you wanna carry mum's death on your shoulders and pretend that you have nothing to do with it, go for it. But don't force me to act like you.' She shut him up.
They both knew they couldn't forget this terrible event, every time they saw each other it reminded them of Jennifer.

'Zayn, for fuck's sake, what do you want me to do?' James yelled through the phone.
'You're the one who should tell me what to do!' Zayn replied as loud as his friend.
'Why me? I can't fucking come to you! We can't even send you a team!'
'Okay, look, you're almost a doctor, right?'
'No, no, no, Zayn, I have only completed one year of medical school.' James assured.
'Do I give a fuck about that? No, I don't. I am alone in a fucking desert with my almost dead girlfriend! So you're going to help me figure this out.'
'Tell me what happened.' James said.
'We were running as fast as we could, and there was this massive explosion... it was a 348 TDL series, it's a chance we survived. But I don't know how many times we stayed unconscious...'

'Zayn, you left a week ago...' James cut him off, realizing how bad the situation was.
'Give me her pulse rate and the level of oxygen in her lungs.'
'108 beats per minute and 67% oxygen. James, I didn't go to medical school, but I know it's not normal.' The Pakistani groaned.
'Try to get to the bunker as fast as you can. I'll send you the GPS coordinates.'
'James, tell me what's going on. Please.'
'It's only a matter of time before you lose her for good...'