ZAYN’S POV
The cold metal of the cane I leaned on dug deep into my palms as I stood outside the hospital’s entrance. Four days. I stayed in that sterile white prison of a hospital for four more days. But, it felt like years.
The warm and blinding sun hit my face, and I had to squint my eyes to adjust to the brightness outside. Two nurses hovered around me like flies, reminding me ‘not to push myself too hard’ and to remember to take my meds. Their voices faded into the background noise, irritating and unnecessary.
I didn’t need their reminders. I knew my body was failing me and I knew it better than anyone.
Ariana soon came out of the hospital, holding a bag of my medications in one hand and the discharge papers in the other. I felt a slight flutter rise in my chest as she stood beside
