Mike returned a short while later, walking into the living room with a calm look on his face.
“She’s been discharged,” he said. “Someone already picked her up. I saw her get into the car myself.”
Zayn let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He felt a wave of relief but quickly covered it up by leaning back and nodding.
“Alright. You’re dismissed.”
Mike nodded and left, leaving Zayn alone again.
Zayn picked up his phone, walked slowly into his room, and collapsed onto the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind racing back to the moment he had almost hit her.
He didn’t like admitting it, but in that instant, he had panicked.
"What if it was serious?" had been the first thought in his mind. It had terrified him.
"Stupid girl,"he muttered, turning on his side
