Capable

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LOUIS

Mummy?

That was the first word that crossed my mind when I woke.

It was the last one I remembered before the searing pain in my head and side, as well. I remember a flurry of curls, and chatoyant eyes, enormous with fright and then the BANG! that felt like it split me open.

Now, I appeared to be somewhere bright, and cold. For a second, I wondered if I was dead. Everything was so silent.

If I wasn't dead, then, surely, I must've been locked in some sort of pristine box, because there was medical white walls on every side of me and a blinding sun above me, it burned my eyes.

I flailed my arms out over my face, trying to brush away the painful rays, but, alas, failed.

"Unggghhh," I groaned, but, startled myself with the lack of sound that reached my ears.

I tried again, trying to speak, or cry out. Nothing.

I sat bolt upright on whatever I was laying on, suddenly recognizing the room I was in as a hospital. I looked to my left to find Niall stirring from what looked like a deep sleep, and to my right, Zayn's shrewd but amiable eyes met my own.

He was directly by my side, posthaste, and I reached out for him, worried that I was dreaming and he was some sort of mirage. Maybe that was why I couldn't hear anything.

He spoke, I saw his lips, surrounded by his scruffy black beard begin to move, but everything was perfectly serene and still. No words came out.

My chest constricted, and my throat became dry, my vision becoming bleary as I grasped his wrist with a hand that, notably, was burgundy with dried flakes of blood.

This can't be happening to me, no, god, no.

I felt callous tears fall down my cheeks as I struggled to find my breath.

A nurse entered into the room, dressed in blue scrubs and lifted a needle off of a silver tray beside my bed on a table. She smiled warmly, but I couldn't hear a word she was saying and she was aiming a needle for me.

I squirmed and scrambled off of the stiff hospital bed, a sharp pain ripping through my arm as an IV popped out of my arm, scarlet blood spackling the crook of my elbow as I got up on my feet.

The second my toes hit the chilly tile floor, my head was spinning with the force of me supporting my body. It was hot and cold and the room was a kaleidoscope of secrets to me.

I stretched my arms out for something to grab onto as I wound up tumbling forward, agony coursing through my torso as I realized I was wrapped tightly in gauze where my ribcage was paining me violently.

"Zayn!" I tried to screech, but again, the words, I think came off my tongue but I didn't hear them.

He must've heard me, though, or, I suppose he would've seen me fall.

Why isn't anything making sense?
Why can't I stand?

I was in the middle of wondering all these dizzying things when, abruptly, I was caught up into a gentle but strong set of arms and pulled into someone's chest. I turned and the scratch of Zayn's chin caught on my cheek.

I didn't know what else to do, so I turned myself around and grappled for his shirt. I tangled my hands in the fabric and tried to hold on, but realized my fingers were trembling without relief and I couldn't get a very solid hold on anything.

I curled my knees around Zayn's thin waist and held on, feeling like I was tumbling off the face of the earth or something. Everything was dead around me, all of a sudden, and the room was drifting away. My head hurt and my stomach felt like it was in the tumble cycle of the dryer.