When I wake up, I hear the familiar beeps and muffled talking that I've grown accustomed to, having spent so much time with Niall in the hospital. I try to move, but a sharp pain rushes through my shoulder, and I wince and go still. "Ally?" I hear Zayn say worriedly. "How do you feel? Should I call for a nurse?" I shake my head, but even that hurts. "I was so worried about you," Zayn tells me, taking my hand in his. I smile weakly. "I'm fine, really." Zayn chuckles. "Sorry to break it to you sweetheart, but it doesn't look like that." Sweetheart. A wave of deja vu sweeps over me, pulling me under. Niall used to call me sweetheart. "When can I leave?" I ask instead of focusing on the past. "Tomorrow," Zayn replies. "The doctors want to keep an eye on you overnight, but after that, you should be good to go." I'm temporarily satisfied, but then I think of something else. "Where's Cameron?" I say, forgetting about my shoulder and sitting up. "Fuck," I say as soon as I sit up, and I immediately lie back down. "She escaped," Zayn says, sighing. "I was so focused on you that I didn't even notice when she ran. The police are looking for her. She can't run forever." I can't help but disagree. She could run forever. There's a chance the police will never find her, and she'll live the rest of her life without the least bit of guilt for what she's done. An elderly nurse trots in and asks me if I need anything. I'm about to say no, but Zayn speaks up before I can. "Pain medicine, please," he requests. The nurse nods. "Of course, I'll be right back." She leaves as quickly as she came, and Zayn and I are left alone once more. "Ally, I want to trust you on this," Zayn begins, "but it's been nagging me for a while. Are you completely over Niall?" The nurse returns and hands me some pills. "Here you go," she says kindly. "Need anything else?" I shake my head. "No, thank you," I tell her. When she's gone, I turn to Zayn. "I haven't had enough time to move on completely," I say. Zayn nods. "Understandable. You were together for a while. I just want to know if you think we can make it work between us this time." Zayn's eyes plead with me, plead for an answer. "I do," I reply honestly. "I'll do whatever I can to make this work." Zayn's grip on my hand tightens, and he smiles at me. "I'll do the same," he says. "When you're feeling better, we're going to do something fun," he adds after a moment. "Your life has been way too stressful here of late. Anything you want to do?" I shrug, then grimace. "Um, not really," I say when the pain has subsided. Zayn tilts his head, considering. "A movie?" he asks. "Mini golf?" I quickly shoot down the latter. "Anything but mini golf," I say seriously. Zayn laughs. "Okay, well I'l think about it while you get some rest." I start to protest, but Zayn persists. "You need to sleep, Ally. You look exhausted." I sigh. "So do you," I argue. "Fair enough," Zayn says, getting comfortable in the chair next to my bed. "I'll sleep right here." I narrow my eyes at him. "You won't give up, will you?" He shakes his head. "Nope," he says cheerily. "So I suggest you just sleep. Everything will be okay when you wake up." I try to remember the last time everything was, technically, okay. I draw a blank. "Fine," I say, giving in. "But when I get out of this hospital, you better buy me some fucking Burger King." Zayn laughs and kisses my forehead. "Anything," he says, and then I'm asleep.