Alina’s POV
My phone buzzed in my hand, the screen flashing with an unfamiliar number, I immediately picked the call.“Hello?” My voice was tight, my heart already racing.
“Miss Alina?” a woman’s voice asked on the other end. “This is St. Mary’s Hospital. A young man asked us to contact you. His name is—”
“Zayn,” I whispered before she could finish. My whole body went cold.
“Yes. He’s being treated for a head injury. He’s stable, but you should come.”
My legs nearly gave out beneath me. I pressed a hand against the wall for balance, the phone slick in my sweaty palm. “I’ll be there right away.”
The line went dead, but my heart was still pounding as if I’d run miles. I grabbed my keys with shaking fingers and hurried out the door, barely remembering to lock it behind me.
The drive blu
