Save Me From The Last Dance
Save Me From The Last Dance
****1 Week Later****
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Maddison's POV:
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It hasn’t been normal anymore, and basically I was living in the hospital from that day till now. I can’t believe that he was this close of dying; Jesus I can’t believe this… The doctors kept visiting daily to check up on him, and since that day Zayn has been in a constant coma. The hit on his head from that bottle, caused him internal bleeding, and since blood accumulated in his brain, he became a sleeping statue. They never promised me anything, they just kept telling me that there is a tiny hope for him to wake up. It wasn’t something that may lift up my spirit, but it was a little white light in the edge of this darkness. The rest of the group were here daily, and they were always convincing me to go rest at home; I never agreed and they knew this wasn’t a good time to argue with me on this sensitive topic. He is my life, the glow of sunshine that plays with my eye sight to wake me up, and the light that the moon softly draws to make me sleep pleasantly. All I heard from Zayn was the heart meter, which kept beeping at a constant rate; this is my entire fault… I know it isn’t how I wanted it to happen, but I finally met Zayn’s family.
I convinced them that they should rest in my place while I stayed here, especially that the doctors didn’t allow more than 1 person to stay with Zayn in the moderation room. His mom made me promise her to call her every now and then to update her on his condition; and I surely agreed. WAKE UP ANGEL; IF YOU DON’T THEN I WILL FOLLOW YOU TO THE LAND OF SPIRITS… WAKE UP ZAYN!!
****The Next Day****
I woke up to a feeling of someone patting my shoulder softly; it was Lindsay (http://www.polyvore.com/quick_change/set?id=96474823), and Charlie (http://www.polyvore.com/casual_quick_change/set?id=96478388). “Honey come with us, you need to change your clothes. I got you a wardrobe change…” Charlie convinced me as she went outside and took the bag from Harry. He smiled weakly at me, and so did Niall. I was dull and emotionless, I didn’t even do anything to greet them; I just took the bag from Charlie and closed the door as the waited with their boyfriends outside. I dressed myself (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=96476796), sat back down on the chair beside him. I reached to hold his tender hand, as I decided to talk to him.
“You know what baby? The doctors are saying that your test results are stable, which means you have a big possibility of healing. (I tried to sound cheerful; hopefully he might be hearing me.) Do you remember when we first met? We both were shy and we didn’t open up to each other that much (A tear fell from my eye as I proceeded.) Zaynie do you remember when we went out for coffee in the first morning for me in London? And we spoke about everything like we knew each other from a long time ago? (My voice was shaking from the tears right now. But I managed to sound as cheerful as I could.) Zayn, please wake up… without you I am nothing and I never was. You made my life meaningful with your presence, you rescued me every time I was in trouble, and you even did save me from the last dance… Zayn baby wake up and tell me that you love me. I beg you (I was devastated in tears now, and my head was pointing low as I sniffled my nose and cried more than I ever did in my life.)" I felt a squeeze on my hand all of a sudden, and the heart meter was beeping faster than it regularly did, I turned my face to look at him while his eyes were opened! ZAYN WOKE UP!!! HE WOKE UP!! BABY YOU ARE ALIVE!! THANK YOU GOD THANK YOU!! THANK YOUU!!!!!!! My smile came back to life, but my tears didn’t stop at all; he lifted his hand and took off the oxygen mask from his mouth in order to speak.
“(His voice was weak and I could tell his throat was dry.) I will always save you from the any dance that might threaten your life… (He coughed and proceeded, as he took off his hand from mine; and placed it on my cheek) God made me live again to see your face…” He cleared his throat, as I sat still crying more to his touching words. “(He lifted himself and adjusted his sit on the bed, as he moved for me to sit beside him weakly) I have a secret to tell you…” He patted the free space beside him for me to sit on. “Baby no lay down; I don’t want you to move.”
He groaned weakly and patted his bed again, demanding I sit beside him. I stood up shaking and I sat beside him. He leaned in to my neck and spoke: “I am alive because so are you… I love you Maddison…” I brushed my fingers through his smooth dark hair and I leaned in to kiss him. “Promise me you won’t leave without me…?” I cried lighter than I was, as we shared eye contact, like we always did. “I will never leave you as long as I have breath in my body…” He held me in his arms as he breathed in my hair. This is the moment I can say to all of you:“The End.”
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Maddison's POV:
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It hasn’t been normal anymore, and basically I was living in the hospital from that day till now. I can’t believe that he was this close of dying; Jesus I can’t believe this… The doctors kept visiting daily to check up on him, and since that day Zayn has been in a constant coma. The hit on his head from that bottle, caused him internal bleeding, and since blood accumulated in his brain, he became a sleeping statue. They never promised me anything, they just kept telling me that there is a tiny hope for him to wake up. It wasn’t something that may lift up my spirit, but it was a little white light in the edge of this darkness. The rest of the group were here daily, and they were always convincing me to go rest at home; I never agreed and they knew this wasn’t a good time to argue with me on this sensitive topic. He is my life, the glow of sunshine that plays with my eye sight to wake me up, and the light that the moon softly draws to make me sleep pleasantly. All I heard from Zayn was the heart meter, which kept beeping at a constant rate; this is my entire fault… I know it isn’t how I wanted it to happen, but I finally met Zayn’s family.
I convinced them that they should rest in my place while I stayed here, especially that the doctors didn’t allow more than 1 person to stay with Zayn in the moderation room. His mom made me promise her to call her every now and then to update her on his condition; and I surely agreed. WAKE UP ANGEL; IF YOU DON’T THEN I WILL FOLLOW YOU TO THE LAND OF SPIRITS… WAKE UP ZAYN!!
****The Next Day****
I woke up to a feeling of someone patting my shoulder softly; it was Lindsay (http://www.polyvore.com/quick_change/set?id=96474823), and Charlie (http://www.polyvore.com/casual_quick_change/set?id=96478388). “Honey come with us, you need to change your clothes. I got you a wardrobe change…” Charlie convinced me as she went outside and took the bag from Harry. He smiled weakly at me, and so did Niall. I was dull and emotionless, I didn’t even do anything to greet them; I just took the bag from Charlie and closed the door as the waited with their boyfriends outside. I dressed myself (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=96476796), sat back down on the chair beside him. I reached to hold his tender hand, as I decided to talk to him.
“You know what baby? The doctors are saying that your test results are stable, which means you have a big possibility of healing. (I tried to sound cheerful; hopefully he might be hearing me.) Do you remember when we first met? We both were shy and we didn’t open up to each other that much (A tear fell from my eye as I proceeded.) Zaynie do you remember when we went out for coffee in the first morning for me in London? And we spoke about everything like we knew each other from a long time ago? (My voice was shaking from the tears right now. But I managed to sound as cheerful as I could.) Zayn, please wake up… without you I am nothing and I never was. You made my life meaningful with your presence, you rescued me every time I was in trouble, and you even did save me from the last dance… Zayn baby wake up and tell me that you love me. I beg you (I was devastated in tears now, and my head was pointing low as I sniffled my nose and cried more than I ever did in my life.)" I felt a squeeze on my hand all of a sudden, and the heart meter was beeping faster than it regularly did, I turned my face to look at him while his eyes were opened! ZAYN WOKE UP!!! HE WOKE UP!! BABY YOU ARE ALIVE!! THANK YOU GOD THANK YOU!! THANK YOUU!!!!!!! My smile came back to life, but my tears didn’t stop at all; he lifted his hand and took off the oxygen mask from his mouth in order to speak.
“(His voice was weak and I could tell his throat was dry.) I will always save you from the any dance that might threaten your life… (He coughed and proceeded, as he took off his hand from mine; and placed it on my cheek) God made me live again to see your face…” He cleared his throat, as I sat still crying more to his touching words. “(He lifted himself and adjusted his sit on the bed, as he moved for me to sit beside him weakly) I have a secret to tell you…” He patted the free space beside him for me to sit on. “Baby no lay down; I don’t want you to move.”
He groaned weakly and patted his bed again, demanding I sit beside him. I stood up shaking and I sat beside him. He leaned in to my neck and spoke: “I am alive because so are you… I love you Maddison…” I brushed my fingers through his smooth dark hair and I leaned in to kiss him. “Promise me you won’t leave without me…?” I cried lighter than I was, as we shared eye contact, like we always did. “I will never leave you as long as I have breath in my body…” He held me in his arms as he breathed in my hair. This is the moment I can say to all of you:“The End.”
Notes
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9/28/13