Unsure

Chapter 45

Bella's POV:

I ignore the spilled coffee which floods the floor by my feet and rush over to the bed. 

"What's happening? Why isn't he conscious?" My voice is rushed and my questions go unanswered as the ambulance workers continue to push the bed at a rapid speed I find hard to keep up with. They eventually reach an operating room and quickly push him in there, me following closely behind. I anxiously approach the bed before a young doctor approaches me from behind and startles me as he taps me on the shoulder. 

"I'm sorry Miss but you can't be in here." He informs me quickly yet sympathetically. I try to protest but he shakes his head. "Please follow me." He instructs me and I oblige, following him out of the room, my bottom lip trembling and my hands shaking. What the hell happened to Zayn?

"What's wrong with him?" I ask desperately and wait for the doctor's response. He sighs and looks through the window of the room before looking back to me again. 

"I can't tell you much at the moment, but I'm afraid it's not good news." The words leave his lips and I feel my heart pain a little more, not even knowing it could drop any more than it has already. 

"Okay." I respond weakly, my voice close to a whisper and the doctor gives me a sympathetic smile. 

"I'm really sorry Miss." He apologizes and I nod. "I can let you know what I know as soon as possible if you give me a contact number. I recommend contacting any close family members that would benefit from knowing. He might not regain consciousness for a while if at all." I gasp at his words and I can tell he didn't mean to tell me as much as he has as a tear slips from my cheek.

If at all? He might not regain consciousness at all? What if he dies? What if this boy I love so much dies and it's all my fault?

"Miss?" The doctor takes the contact details from my frozen hands and looks into my eyes worriedly. "Are you okay?" He asks and I start to run, heading straight for the front doors of the hospital. I need some air. 

As I run I bump into some hospital staff who try to stop me and calm me down but I ignore them. I just need to get outside before I throw up. I reach the coffee machine and forget about my spillage earlier, unluckily sliding over on the spilled coffee and wacking my head against the coffee machine as I heavily hit the ground.

A couple of nurses and the doctor I recently spoke to crowd around me and I sit up, my eyes unblurring a little as I discover who they are. 

"Are you alright?" The doctor asks me. "I think we need to get that checked out." He points to the top of my forehead and I touch it before looking at my hand and discovering blood on it. I shake my head. 

"I'm fine." I try to dismiss him but he shakes his head. 

"Seriously it looks quite deep. It only needs a few stitches-" He tries to protest but I shake my head. 

"I'm fine." I repeat, now getting slightly irritated. I shoot him apologetic look and he nods sympathetically before sighing in defeat. 

"Can I help you with anything else?" He asks and I nod. 

"Can you help me find ward 16?" I ask, "my boyfriend's there and this hospital is so big I always seem to get lost whenever I try to find something." He chuckles and I return it with a small smile, trying my best to forget about Zayn just for a minute. I just want him to be okay and at this rate, I'm not sure if he will be; which terrifies me. 

As I follow the doctor through the hospital the only thing I can think about is Zayn. I was the last person he spoke to, the last words he said were to me; and I can't help but wish they were to someone else. Someone who deserved to hear them. 

"Here we are." The doctor smiles and pulls Justin's curtain open. "How are you feeling... Justin?" He asks as he reads Justin's name from the clipboard. 

"Okay, I guess." Justin replies shortly and trails off as his eyes reach my sad and panicked eyes. "What's wrong?" He immediately asks, sitting up in his bed. The doctor leaves us alone, considerately shutting the curtain behind him.

"It's Zayn." I croak, biting down on my lip to stop me from crying again.

"What about him?" Justin perks up, "Is he here? Is he alright?" Justin is almost out of his bed at this point, desperately wanting answers.

"Yeah.." I reply shortly. "He's here. But he's not okay." Justin's eyes widen in shock before I continue. "He has bad head injuries, and is unconscious." I inform him. "They said we need to contact any close family members as he might not regain consciousness." By now I am once again crying and Justin moves over for me to climb into his bed, me happily obliging. He welcomes me into his arms and presses them around me, wiping the tears from underneath my eyes and kissing me gently on the top of my head. 

Justin's POV:

I gently kiss Bella on the top of her head and hold her tightly in my arms. I've missed everything about her. Her touch; her everything. She softly cries in my arms and I cannot help the emotion that I feel knowing Zayn may never wake up. I may have lost my best mate forever; and if I do I think it would kill me. 

I bite down on my lip to stop a tear from falling. I need to stay strong for Bella. And I'm more angry with myself than I am upset right now. If it wasn't for me and fucking making Bella leave in the first place Zayn and I wouldn't even have been on that plane. Zayn loves Bella almost as much as I do and I know how much it must have killed him to come and get her just for her to come back to me again yet he still did it, being the best bro that he is. He fucked up, I know he did but what you know who your real bros are when they would pick your happiness over their own. It should be me in there. It should be fucking me.

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Bella's POV:

I wake up still in Justin's bed as a nurse walks in and raises her eyebrows at me. 

"Bella Spark?" She questions and I nod as I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my tired eyes. I haven't slept in forever. "Zayn Malik." She speaks and my eyes widen. "He's stable. You're free to see him if you wish."