ARIANA’S POV
I sat on a stool beside Rylee’s bed, staring at the steady rise and fall of her chest. The doctor had given her some injections to make her sleep and help alleviate the pain in her leg. I kept playing with the edge of my skirt as I watched her sleep, the events of the past twenty-four hours replaying in my head like a broken tape.
The door creaked open and I looked up to see Zayn stepping inside. He looked really stressed; his shirt was partly unbuttoned at the top and the storm of dark curls on his head looked messier than usual.
“How is she?” he asked, his voice low as he tore his gaze away from mine and glanced at Rylee.
“She’s stable,” I replied softly. “The doctor said she just needs some rest.”
He nodded and took a step closer as he tucked his hands into his pockets
