PAIGE'S POV:

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"Okay, good news!" The nurse smiled as she finished writing down some stuff on her clipboard.

I was still laying on the mattress only Zayn made the change to sit on the chair next to me so the doctors can take better notes down. Though he still held my hand the entire time since they walked in. I didn't want to lose contact with him. He has been so supportive, so helpful. He doesn't have to say it, but I know he's tired. Poor guy, I can't possibly imagine the night he's been through. Him and everyone else. This was just one of the many sides I'm probed to see from him. So far, this was my favorite. And still, no matter how many sides he has, I accept all of them.

"It seems that Paige gained her strength back and all the test say it's safe for her to go home."

I looked at Zayn, smiling cheerfully that this night was finally over. He smiled back, almost as happy as mine only his was mostly hidden behind his baggy eyes.

"Only I must warn you," The nurse continued, looking at both of us with a concerned look on her face. "First nights are always the worst for people who just woke up from any type of coma. Since Paige got a small cut in her head and a fall, she will be experiencing some..unusual behavior?"

"Unusual as in..?" Zayn asked, waiting for her to answer.

"Well, some symptoms include headaches, mood swings, hallucination, sleepwalking, change in activity, either loss or interest in certain foods, and confusion." She paused, "But don't worry, this stuff only last a few nights or so since it wasn't such big of a cut and blood lost."

Zayn held my hand tighter. When I looked at him, he was only looking at the nurse. "I'll stay aware of that."

I looked back at Zayn, smiling as he looked back at me.

"Well then, I'll leave you two get ready. I'll be back shortly with some paperwork." She smiled walking out the door.

There was a period of silence before my hand was let go from Zayn's hold. I watched as he sighed and stood up, later walking up to a duffel bag in a corner.

Zayn turned around, shuffling through it to pull out some items.

"What's that?" I asked taking them from his hands.

"My Mum went home and brought back some clothes for you to change into."

"That's very nice of her." I smiled.

"Yeah." He dropped the bag and went over to the door, "I'm right outside if you need me."

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To wait until you're done changing." He replied.

Since when does he care if he sees me change or not? That's long over with, he's seen more of me than anyone ever has. I know he's being nice and understanding, but I just don't want him to leave.

"Please stay?" I asked, "I don't mind you being here, I just don't want to be alone in this room again. It's scary?"

Zayn smiled, closing back the door to walk up to where I was sitting. He came closer, fists pressing down on the mattress on either side of my body. My eyes were already starting to flutter closed as he leaned in, lips cautiously brushing against mine. I missed his touch, God, I never wanted to experience this again.

"What ever makes you happy." He chuckled against my lips before going in for another one.

I released the clothes in my hands to fall on my lap so I can bring them up around his neck. My fingers dug into the hair behind his head, fisting as much possible. I was growing desperate for more contact as he urged his strong hands to dig his fingers into my leg. The way he made me feel was something I've never felt before. Never have I ever wished to not stop kissing a guy before. Zayn made me feel.. like a whole new person.

"Come on." He paused, pulling away slightly to breath over my face. "We can continue this back in my Mum's flat."

I couldn't help but giggle. Is it even safe to start doing that already? Doesn't matter, I was sure of it.

"Okay." I nodded, smiling as I pecked his lips one more time.

Zayn backed away to start grabbing some bags and collecting the art stuff he had out before. I was still curious about it, but I want going to ask, not tonight.

I looked back down at the folded clothes in my lap. Undoing the knot in my upper back from the hospital gown I was in, I soon took it off. I sat in my just my undergarments, still feeling a bit nervous about it. Zayn was trying hard not to look. That only made me more nervous than I already was. Either way, I tried hard not to let it bother me. Grabbing the white v neck, I unfolded it and started to search for the holes to stick your arms through.

I became suddenly aware of the warm feeling of eyes locked on me. When I looked up to plop my head through the shirt, I noticed Zayn stare blankly at me.

"Something wrong?" I giggled, holding the shirt in place midway up to my head.

Zayn blinked unexpectedly, glancing back down at his bag as he tried to not show his embarrassment. I found this very adorable for a guy like him.

"Nothing." He glanced back up, "You just look very.."

"Skinny, I know." I rushed to put on the shirt, quickly pulling my hair out of the top to look back at Zayn. It's true, lately, I haven't been eating well enough and I've lost way more pounds than I expected. It's embarrassing, this is not like me.

"I was going to say beautiful."

My eyes hastily grew wider as I looked up at him, the navy blue sweatpants stopping from going up any further my right leg.

"Please, don't say that about a little weight loss." He started walking up to me. "You know you're perfect to me no matter what size."

I looked into his stunning brown orbs, seeing the honesty in them.

"Really?" I tried not to smile as much as I was really feeling.

He nodded his head, smiling before pecking a trail of kisses from my cheek to my neck. My eyes fluttered in the sensation of the lingering kisses he left to the skin, finding no other touch in the world close to how happy Zayn's made me feel.

"Paige," He paused moving away from my neck to make contact with my eyes. "I never want to hear you say that, ever. Okay?"

I nodded my head, seeking down to his lips and waiting for the perfect moment.

"Get dressed." He skimmed a hand up my thigh having it come dangerously close to my crotch. "I don't want to waste another second."

My cheeks flushed with heat when he left contact with me, shortly turning around to collect the rest of the stuff he had out. I stayed smiling as his back remained turned to me. But I soon snapped out of it and went back to slipping the sweatpants up both my legs and up to my waist. I grabbed the pair of socks that were also laid out in the stack of clothes for me to wear and slipped them on followed by my pair of white vans.

Zayn turned back around after putting the balloons with the rest of his things, stopping to look back at me.

"What now?" I laughed stepping down from the bed.

Zayn paused, smiling to himself before smiling at me. "I'm glad you're back here, and with me."

"I'll always be with you, Zayn." I smiled grabbing my bag and jacket as well as the stuffed animal Louis gave me all in my hands.

Zayn smiled, taking the chance I was walking up to him to wrap an arm around my waist and pull me closer to his body. Only he caught my lips before I had to chance to even gasp. He pulled away shortly, looking down at me and starting to smile.

"Let's get out of here."

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"There she is!" I heard Louis's loud voice call from the other end of the hospital's hallway we were walking in.

I smiled up at Zayn, noticing a smile also appear in his swollen looking face.

"Finally!" We heard Harry sigh.

They were all there. I never expected this. Having Zayn's friends come all the way here in that hour drive from Queens just to see how things were going is beyond friendly. Not to mention, his Mom and Harry and Vanessa. They both could've left, gotten some sleep and talk about things like people in a relationship do, but no, they spent their time here. And finally, Avan. I don't know where he is right now but I know he was  Zayn's worst enemy. Yet he chose to stay here, by his brother's side. This was all too much for me. I couldn't imagine what they've all been through. Even Zayn. He probably had it worse. I know that's how bad I would've felt if he was in my previous position.

"We're so happy to have you back!" Zayn's Mom smiled as she held her arms out to hug me.

I let go of our laced fingers to hug her back. As we pulled away shortly, I turned to see Louis, Liam, Niall, and Harry start to help out Zayn with some of the stuff he was carrying. Vanessa walked up next to me and broke me out of my concentration.

"I can't explain how horrible Zayn was when you were still sleeping." She smiled looking at them along with me.

I looked up at her, noticing her soon smile down and nod. "I don't know who he is anymore. But I know he's just a better person."

I couldn't help but smile, imagining how caring he must've been. I wish he didn't have to go through that. It hurts just thinking about it.

"There we go." Liam smiled as they finished splitting the objects between them.

"Oh, can you guys please walk that up to the car?" Zayn's Mom asked, "Avan is already heating it up."

They nodded, leading us the way out of the hospital.