ZAYN’S POV
The hospital felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on me. I had never gotten used to being surrounded by them—much less liking it—even though I’d practically been visiting hospitals my entire life.
I had wanted to get out of the hospital the moment the doctor had finished drawing our blood. Ximena sat beside me and the proximity between us made my skin crawl. I clenched my fists under the table as it took everything within me not to make a scene.
“Are we done here, doc?” I asked Mr. James, my voice sounding a bit sharper than I intended.
“Yes, Mr. Blackwood,” he said as he carefully sealed the samples. “I’ll bring the results to your home once they’re ready.”
I pushed back my chair and stood up, ignoring the faint ache in my chest. The antiseptic air in the
