Zayn's POV
Hanging up on Bruce, I began pacing the length of my room, now completely devoid of sleep.
Was she sick? Why else would she need a doctor? When I'd left her she looked well enough, but maybe in all my attempts to avoid her I'd missed the signs of illness? Snacking myself on the forehead, I thought back to the days after that bastard had attached her. Just thinking about it made my blood boil, all I wanted was to tear him apart limb by limb, but Ami's insistence and my concern for her well-being had stopped me at the time. I couldn't face her after that, especially knowing that I was the reason why she'd been through so much. Cindy had hurt her, that I knew for sure, even though she refused to tell me. Mark had scarred her, maybe for life, and I had barely managed to save her.
