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“Someone fucking call the ambulance!”

Rhys was on his knees, his hands cradling Zayn’s unconscious body as panic overtook every fiber of his being. His voice cracked, raw from shouting, but he didn’t care.

Zayn wasn’t responding.

His eyes had rolled back, lips trembling, sweat dripping down his face. His breathing was shallow and irregular.

Rhys had never felt fear like this before.

“Please... please just open your eyes,” he whispered, brushing Zayn’s hair back. “You can’t do this to me. Not now. Not like this.”

A few students ran inside, already dialing emergency services, and within minutes, the blaring sound of the ambulance siren cut through the heavy silence outside the campus building.

Paramedics rushed out, placing Zayn on a stretcher. Rhys refused to let go of his hand.

"Sir, you can't come in the ambulance."

"Like hell I can't!" Rhys shouted.

The medic, seeing the desperation in Rhys's eyes, nodded and let him in.

The ride to the hospital was filled with beeping monitors and the rhythmic hum of the ambulance’s engine. Rhys sat beside Zayn, holding his hand so tightly it hurt.

He kept whispering, "You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. Just hang in there..."

---

At the hospital...

Time blurred.

The doctors wheeled Zayn away into the emergency ward, leaving Rhys outside cold, numb, and utterly helpless.

He couldn’t stop shaking.

All he could hear was the words Elior had spat earlier.

> “He’s disgusting.”

> “Is that even my child?”

> “He doesn’t have self-respect.”

Those words had crushed Zayn.

And now he lay unconscious, carrying a child inside him, because some guy decided revenge was more important than love or truth.

Rhys clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, a silent scream buried deep in his chest.

After what felt like hours, a nurse finally approached him.

“Mr. Rhys?”

He stood up so fast the chair fell behind him. “Yes? I’m here.”

She gave a soft smile. “He’s stable now. The baby’s also fine. But.” her smile faded into a firm seriousness, “you need to make sure he gets mental and emotional rest. What happened to him today... it was traumatic. His stress levels were dangerously high, and in his condition, that could’ve harmed both him and the baby.”

Rhys nodded, relief flooding through him but also a growing sense of responsibility.

“I won’t let anything happen to him. I promise.”

She handed him a hospital visitor's pass. “He’s in room 217. Only one visitor allowed for now.”

Rhys took the pass and whispered a soft “thank you” before rushing toward the room.

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Inside the hospital room...

Zayn lay on the bed, a drip attached to his arm, oxygen support on his nose. His face looked pale, lips dry, eyes swollen even though they were closed.

But his heartbeat on the monitor was steady.

So was the tiny second heartbeat the baby.

Rhys pulled the chair close to the bed and sat down. For a few moments, he just stared at Zayn. His chest ached at the sight.

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Rhys couldn’t believe what he was reading.

His phone trembled in his hands as he scrolled through the endless screenshots flooding group chats Zayn’s name plastered in memes, jokes, and cruel messages. Laughing emojis. Disgusting comments. Words that burned into his brain like scars.

> "That omega really thought he stood a chance."

> "Serves him right. What a joke."

> "Guess sleeping with half the college finally caught up with him."

Rhys’s hands clenched around the phone so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t think.

He could only see Zayn’s face when he collapsed shattered, pale, broken.

His best friend.

His brother.

The only person who ever truly saw Rhys for who he was and now the entire world was laughing at him like he was less than human.

And the person behind it?

Elior.

The one Rhys trusted.

The one Zayn fell in love with.

The one he encouraged.

Rhys stood up abruptly, ignoring the burning in his eyes and throat. He tried calling Elior once. Twice. Then again. And again. Voicemail. Every time.

His chest was heaving now.

He grabbed his jacket, stormed out of the apartment, and headed directly for Elior's house.

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At Elior’s house

The moment the door opened and Elior casually stepped into view, Rhys saw red.

“What are you doing here, Rhys?”

But Rhys didn’t answer.

He didn’t speak.

He didn’t think.

He grabbed Elior by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM!”

Elior didn’t fight back.

He didn’t even flinch.

Rhys shook him harder, his voice trembling with rage and devastation.

“How could you pretend to love him? To care? HOW COULD YOU HUMILIATE HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?”

But Elior didn’t respond.

Instead, he whispered coldly, “And what about what he did, Rhys? What about what your friend cost me?”

Rhys released him, stunned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Elior straightened his shirt, jaw clenched. “You’re his friend, right? The one who always told him that I was special… the one who encouraged him to fall for me?”

Rhys swallowed, his mouth dry. “I… I thought you liked him.”

“then joke on him, I never liked him,” Elior said bitterly.

Elior blinked. “because of him i lost my best friend ?”

And then .

That name.

That memory.

That boy with the quiet smile, who sat in the back of the library. Who vanished suddenly without explanation.

Elior’s eyes were distant now, pain flickering behind his otherwise cold demeanor.

“He loved him.and Zayn humiliated him in front of everyone ,he mocked him and raised a question about his his... I  can't even say this.And he died because of your friend.”

Rhys staggered back.

“What… what are you saying?”

Elior’s voice cracked. “I plan to do  this in the beginning.That Zayn was the reason Aseal… took his life. And I....I couldn’t let it go. I just.” he cut off, raking a hand through his hair, “I wanted him to feel the pain I’ve lived with every day. The pain my friend went through.”

Rhys took a step closer, his voice trembling.

Elior didn’t answer.

Rhys’s heart was beating so fast it hurt.

He remembered every time he told Zayn,

"Elior’s different."

"He really likes you."

"You should give him a chance."

He remembered how Zayn smiled soft, hopeful.

He remembered how he collapsed in front of everyone. How his body hit the ground like it was made of glass.

Rhys turned around and walked out, not saying another word.

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Outside... Later that night

The world was too quiet.

Or maybe it was just Rhys’s mind screaming so loudly that it drowned out everything else.

His feet dragged over the pavement, but he didn’t know where he was going.

He just kept walking.

Every few seconds, he’d hear Zayn’s voice in his mind. His laughter. The way he’d whisper, “You think Elior really likes me?”

And Rhys had nodded with a wide smile. “Yeah, I think he’s serious about you.”

Lie.

No. Not a lie. A mistake.

A mistake so big, it almost killed Zayn.

Tears stung in Rhys’s eyes.

> “It’s all my fault…”

His voice echoed in the empty street.

He dropped onto the nearest bench and buried his face in his hands.

> "Zayn he loved you. And I think you should give yourself a chance."

> "I told him to fall."

> "I told him to trust."

> "I told him to jump..."

> "And he fell into fire."

Rhys sobbed harder, shaking uncontrollably.

He wanted to go back to stop it all.

To delete every message, every smile, every moment he pushed Zayn closer to the one person who would shatter him completely.

He wanted to scream.

Because now, Zayn was lying in a hospital bed.

Pregnant.

Humiliated.

Heartbroken.

And all because Rhys had believed in someone like Elior.

He looked up at the stars silent witnesses to his collapse.

"I’m sorry, Zayn," he whispered. "I swear I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. Not even myself."

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