ARIANA’S POV
I stood frozen on the spot as the doctor explained Zayn’s condition.
“We suspect he had a heart transplant,” he said, his voice calm and firm.
“H-Heart transplant?” I repeated after a moment of tense silence, my eyes slowly widening in shock as my voice barely came out as a whisper. “What…what do you mean?”
The doctor let out a sigh, his expression a mix of concern and sympathy. “The symptoms he’s showing—irregular heart rhythms, loss of consciousness, and signs of immune stress—are common in cases of organ rejection.”
My brain struggled to keep up and process everything he’d just said. Zayn? A heart transplant? None of this made any sense.
“There must be a mistake,” I said, shaking my head. “No one told me anything about…about this. Zayn didn’t tell me anything.” My h
