Zain Still Cares

     I got outside and saw Trucy inside his black sporty car, the car that mum got for him on his 19th birthday. I will be having mine soon by next month. I can't wait to be a car owner.

   "Can't you at least dress like a girl for once"

   Trucy whined as I settled in. I rolled my eyes. He should not just start his own right now because I can't have him and mom complaining about my lifestyle. I have been dressing like this since I was a kid and they did not see anything wrong with it. I am turning Eighteen and suddenly, they start seeing something wrong with it. They can't expect me to change overnight which I am not even planning to do.

   "I am surprised this is coming from you bro, there is nothing wrong with the way I am dressed. Let's roll and stop fussing over how I am dressed."

I said. Trucy waved his right hand in the air like.

  "Whatever"

I rolled my eyes for the third time in a while. He has to stop being this way because I don't care. Hopefully, mom would not tamper with my wardrobe.

   He started the car and we left the house.

Jenny's point of view….

   I have been sitting in the car since the little love confession of Zain. He has left after I told him I am in love with someone else and it's been over twenty minutes or thereabout and I have not seen any of them.

   If I were to go inside the hospital, I would not find them because I don't know my way around so I sat back in the car and listened to some music.

   Music is my second best friend after my diary, they are the two things that give me the validity that I seek. Though being a low-key artist is something that keeps my soul and body together, it can't be compared to good music and writing my thoughts out on my diary.

   The music stopped playing and I saw a call coming in, Lucas. He had promised to call.

   "Sweetness, how are you?"

  "Hi Lucas, I am good. Are you done with your meeting?"

"I am. I just came out of the meeting room and decided to say hello. I missed you and I just wished we could see again today"

  He said the last part with hesitation. I am not even sure it is possible because of where I am right now.

   "Lucas, I am not sure about this because I am in the hospital right now with my pregnant sis."

"Okay, I understand. Some other time alright. Hope why you are in the hospital is not serious?"

  "Not at all"

I responded even when I didn't know why we were at the hospital in the first place.

  "Okay then, enjoy the rest of the day"

He said and the call went dead.

   I sighed and looked through the glass to see Zain approaching the car with gloom on his face. He got in on the driver's side and settled down.

    "Susan will be undergoing surgery."

He told me and I became worried.

"Why?"

I could not help but to ask.

"For the baby. The doctor said her blood pressure is high so they need to carry CS in her to save her and the baby."

   "I'm sorry about that"

I murmured feeling sorry.

  " You don't have to be. You will stay back with her while I go get the baby's things"

  I nodded and stepped down from the car and he did too. We both started walking towards the hospital.

   I was able to see the name now, White Wing Hospital. What a name?.

  We walked into the big waiting room and I smiled at how beautiful the place is looking but no matter how beautiful it is, Hospital will always be a Hospital. 

    Suddenly, I felt nauseated and I clutched my stomach then continued to follow Zain behind. The receptionist saw how I was clutching my stomach, stood up instantly and rushed to me.

  "Are you okay?" 

She asked, looking so worried. Zain turned at the sound of her voice and was surprised to see me clinging to the lady in pains

   He walked back to us.

"Jenny, are you okay?"

He asked and I stared at two of them. I can't talk because if I do, I would release whatever that is in my stomach.

   I shook my head no.

"Let's get the doctor"

He said and wanted to rush inside but I held his clothes. I tried communicating with his eyes and he understood instantly which surprised me. Does it mean he could still understand my eye language after two years apart?

   "I don't think she needs a doctor, I will take her out of here"

   He said to the receptionist who nodded and allowed him to help me out.

  I put my hands around his shoulders and we started walking out. Getting out of the Hospital premises, I could not hold myself and pull my hand away from his shoulders then emptied everything in my stomach right there.

   After puking, I felt so weak that I couldn't carry myself. All this while Zain was rubbing my back.

  He felt I was done and helped me to the car then rushed out and returned a moment later with an energy drink. Lifting my hands was another problem so he helped the drink to my lips.

   I took some and after a while, I felt my strength returning to me.

   Zain sighed when he saw my new state. I felt my cheeks warm up and of course I know what it is, tears.

   He still cares about me. The way he was worried sick and the panic in his eyes says it all. I hope not to scare him like that again.

  "Thanks Zain"

I said in my tears. He handed his handkerchief to me.

"You are welcome"

He replied and gave the drink to me.

  "I am taking you home, Owen will replace you"

With that being said, we left the hospital.