ARIANA’S POV
My mind was a mess of worst-case scenarios as my knee kept bouncing nervously. What if my blood didn’t have what Zayn needed? What if they couldn’t find anything else to help Zayn in time?
The door creaked open, and the doctor stepped in. His expression grabbed my attention immediately—it was a mix of surprise and something else that I couldn’t quite place.
“How are you feeling now?” he asked gently.
I got up from my chair swiftly, swallowing a lump that had formed in my throat before giving him a reply. “I’m okay,” my voice sounded so small.
He gestured for me to sit back down as he gave a small smile in acknowledgement. He took a seat across from me and glanced at the clipboard in his hand before meeting my eyes. “The test results of your blood sample just came in. And,
