Arrest Me (Mature ZM)

Chapter 27

My body jolted forward and I ran over to a tall man who I assumed had called for me. The adrenaline had returned and my heart was pumping faster than it just had been. The grogginess from my nap was gone.

“How is he?” I asked urgently the minute I got over to him. I hoped he didn’t find me insane because he saw lots of people this frantic every day. I scanned his face to see if he was showing any inkling of how Zayn was, but I found none.

“Come to my office for a second,” He said and we walked down the hallway to a large room. Why couldn’t he just tell me in public like most people? This couldn’t be good. He seemed stern, but maybe that was how he was normally. I couldn’t read him no matter how hard I tried; it wasn’t like I was good at reading people either.

His office was huge, was it even his office? Everything was so clean and rich looking. He must have a shit ton of money. There was a whole wall of windows that looked out on the small town. The ant sized people milled around and drove their cars. Their lives weren’t about to change as mine was. I was expecting the worst case scenario, as I always was.

I sat down in the chair and my fingers were tapping my legs anxiously. He seemed to take forever to walk around his huge desk and then sit down. Was he purposefully trying to make me wait? He opened up a manila folder and read over it quickly before looking up at me and smiling.

“Mr. Malik had a bullet pierce his right upper quadrant. “ He said and my eyes widened. I had no clue what he had said, but the word pierce made me think of the worst. I tried to remember where the right upper quadrant was; maybe I should have paid attention in biology, or anatomy, or whatever class it was. “His upper right chest.” He clarified after a few seconds.

I thought for a second before I realized that if I was standing in front of Zayn my right hand would be directly over his heart. “Wait, my right or his right?” I questioned. What if he was shot in the heart? Would he be okay? What would happen to him?

“His,” He chuckled after he thought about what I was asking. “No vital organs were hit and there wasn’t much damage besides the entry wound.” I let out of a sigh of relief and my hands found my face. I pushed back more tears as the doctor spoke again.  “We got the bullet out easily and repaired anything that was damaged.”

“So he’ll be completely fine?” My eyes widened when the doctor shook his head. “Thank you!” My eyes began to fill with tears again, but I pushed them back to hold off another breakdown. I didn’t really want to start bawling my eyes out in the middle of a prestigious doctor’s office.

“He got out of surgery a few minutes ago and is going to start waking up in a few minutes,” He smiled at me and opened the manila folder again. He flipped through a few sheets that were covered in charts and words that were all too complicated and medical for me to understand.

 “When can I see him?” I questioned as my heart raced. The warmth had suddenly returned to my fingers and I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I no longer felt like I was going to fall into a state of depression and never come out.

“A few minutes,” He smiled, “but first you need to sign these papers.” He turned the manila folder over to me and handed me a pen. I signed off immediately without even reading what I was signing. But whoever reads it fully? It took me a while to sign my name probably fifty times; why did they need my signature this many times already? My right hand was cramping a bit when I handed it back to him. He looked over the signatures quickly and signed a few places himself before looking up at me with a smile. “Ready to see him?”

I nearly jumped out of my chair when I heard him say that. If I knew the way to Zayn’s room, I would have sprinted there as fast as I possibly could. The doctor opened the door and we started walking down the hallway.