Hours have passed since arriving at the hospital. Zayn was in critical condition, and was still in surgery. The doctors said that there was a lot of bleeding, but that they contained it and that he was stable. I felt a never ending flow of tears threatening to come out. I was crying so much that my eyes were badly irritated and puffy.
I paced around the waiting room, wondering what my mom was doing talking to the police, given that she wasn’t even there.
“You need to stop pacing around” said Liam. “It’s not going to do much.”
“I can’t help myself!” I snapped.
“You need to stay calm” Niall came over and held me down. “Zayn is strong, he’ll pull through!”
Yes, he was strong, but I was still scared that he might be a goner. I tried to calm down but my nerves were fried. I looked over at Louis, a look of guilt engulfing his face. For a moment his blue eyes locked on to mine, but I quickly turned. I didn’t want to see him, or much less cross any words with him. This was partly his fault for not having listened when we told him about Lulú. She was also here at this hospital, receiving treatment from the gunshot wound she received when she tried to shoot me down. That moment was probably the scariest moment of my life. It was something I never thought I would actually ever experience.
“Damn it! What’s taking so damn long?!” I whined.
“The doctors will let us know how he’s doing. Sometimes no news is good news” Liam assured.
“That’s true” said Harry.
“I can’t believe how badly I messed up!” Louis said, tears falling out of his eyes.
“Yeah, you really did!” I said angrily, gritting my teeth hard. Any harder they were going to crack into a million pieces.
Louis didn’t counter me. In fact, it was a first for him to not counter me in anything. I was shocked, but then again I really shouldn’t have since he was the reason why Zayn was here, fighting for his life.
“Look, no pointing fingers here!” Liam said strictly. Only I wasn’t in the mood to listen.
“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who messed up and put Zayn here! He did!” I pointed.
“Pointing fingers is not going to help any!” Liam said. “Now, get a hold of yourself!”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” I snapped.
“Your brother and Zayn weren’t kidding when they said you were untamed” he reminded.
He mentioned Eduardo, almost like he recently just heard that from him. “I know!” I heard a voice I had not heard in a really long time. In fact, it sounded suspiciously like Eduardo. But that could not be. My heart started beating fast inside my chest, breathing heavily. I turned around, prepping myself for what I was about to see. Immediately I turned, and for a moment it felt like I was going to faint. No, it couldn’t be him. I was probably going crazy. Maybe I was traumatized and my mind was now playing games with me. “Don’t be scared. It’s me!” Eduardo assured.
He looked exactly the same as he did the last time I saw him. He had the same thick brown hair, tanned skin, honey colored brown eyes, everything. “No!”
“Look, it is me…I promise. I know I let you believe that…”
I immediately went and put my hands over his face, trying to assure myself that what I was feeling, was real and not some figment of my imagination. It was him. And knowing that, my fears about possibly going crazy began to subside, somewhat at least.
“Eduardo?” I asked, still feeling shocked.
“Yeah, it’s me baby brother” he smiled.
I tried to drink him in, trying to assure myself that I was actually seeing him and that it wasn’t some kind of figment of my imagination. I smiled for a brief moment, but that only lasted for a bit. My smile and gladness to see him faded briefly. I balled my fist, and punched him really hard in the face.
Liam, Harry, Niall, and Louis, all looked at me like I’d just lost my damn mind. Maybe I did lose it for a brief moment. I was suddenly pissed that my brother did this to me, making us all believe he’d been killed, when in reality he was still alive and kicking who knows where and with who.
“Does mom even know?”
“Yes” he chuckled, holding his pained face.
I aimed to punch him again, but he grabbed my hand. “You really need to learn to control your emotions kid!”
“Screw you!” I snapped.
“Hey, don’t be disrespectful to your brother!” Liam warned.
“Dude, seriously, quit acting all…”
“Look, I care about you the same way Zayn does, and right before entering surgery I promised him that I would also look out for you!” Liam said.
“It’s true” my brother smirked.
That only miffed me even further. He was holding my hand tightly, but I still had feet and I could kick, so I kicked him super hard on the leg, and practically sent him flying in pain. “I still have two feet to kick with…Brother!”
I walked out of the room, angry. Eduardo followed me all the way to the café area. I needed something to drink. I was desperate, feeling really uncertain.
“Mehmet wait!” my brother begged.
“What, you’re just going to say that you were trying to protect me, that it was all for my own good?!” I continued trying to walk away.
He finally grabbed hold of me, making me face him. “What do you want?!”
“I want you to hear me out. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you.”
“Well you did, and in the worst possible way!”
“I love you…and that has never changed baby boy!”
“I’m not your baby boy anymore! I’m not even sure I feel close to you at all!”
I could see the hurt in his eyes, but my anger was a lot stronger than the sympathy I perhaps felt for him.
“Lulú also tried to kill me!” he finally blurted out.
That caught my attention. “What?!”
“It’s true…I’m not joking or messing with you.”
“Talk!” I demanded.
We both sat down. He looked nervous, but then again being around me when I was in the mood I was in, who wouldn’t. I was a wild and savage beast, and often times I didn’t care about suffering the consequences.
Eduardo, without going into too many details, told me of his history with Lulú, and how she tried to kill him for trying to bring her down, after discovering her dirty secrets, and what she did to me two years ago when she framed and had me arrested.
Knowing this now, kind of made me realize that my brother maybe did have a valid point in keeping this from me for so long; for making us believe he’d been killed. Still, that didn’t make it any better. I just couldn’t get around it.
“I’m sorry for lying to you and mom.”
“I don’t know what to say…I’m just in awe and unsure if I’m dreaming or in the real world.”
“I know this is a lot to take in, and I don’t expect you to understand or accept any of this now, but I just want you to know that I was trying to protect you and Zayn. He always felt that Lulú was dangerous and suspicious when Louis couldn’t see that.”
“Well it’s thanks to his ‘wonderful’ decisions in women, that’s gotten us in this mess.”
“He was misled. It’s not his fault.”
“It is his fault. We warned him, but all he ever did was ridicule me and bully me.”
“I know…but believe me, he feels bad now.”
“Well it’s not going to change anything, or how I feel about him. And if something happens to Zayn because of his beyond stupid decisions, I will never even so much as look at him!”
“Don’t let your heart be filled with bitterness” He begged.
“Eduardo, I appreciate your ‘idealism’ but you’ll learn in time that after all what’s happened, you kind of toss all reason and logic out the window!”
My brother wanted to try and continue to reason with me, but he kind of stopped after clearly realizing that I wasn’t going to listen to anything he or anyone else said.
I walked back to the waiting room to see if there was any news. The two of us walked back, and that was when I noticed my mom and the doc walking into the waiting room. We both walked inside, feeling twisted with fear at what we were all going to hear.
“What’s the news?” I asked nervously.
The doctor took a deep breath. I was expecting the worst with his long silence.
“He’s still critical, but he’ll only make it if he gets a kidney transplant” he said. It was a sigh of relief for all of us, but the kidney thing had me rattled. “There were a few complications, and we had to remove one. And if he doesn’t get one soon, he might not make it with his current condition.”
“What?!” Louis asked, unable to believe what the doctor had just said.
“The bullet hit his kidney, and because of his weakened condition, he needs one fast, and preferably in the next two days. Otherwise, he won’t make it.”
I resisted the urge to cry, but I had to keep myself level headed. “So what do we do?” I asked.
“He needs to go back to London” my mom said. “His sister Doniya is a match, and she’s going to donate.”
Allah Hayır! This could not be happening. This was a nightmare come through.
My mom made arrangements to have him leave within the hour. I needed to take a breather before I lost it. Everything was going downhill, just when Zayn and I had finally rebuilt our friendship.