Zayn's pov.
"Please baby, not now" I quickly tell her, while I go outside and scream that we need a doctor.
"Sir, I'm going to need you to step outside" says a nurse, following behind the doctor, with a tray, carring a defibrillator.
I soon step outside and start to tug at my hair, not knowing how to react to this, I don't know if I should be crying or scared, or maybe both.
What of she doesn't make it? My conscious asked me.
No stop Zayn, she will do this.
