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The next morning Zayn woke up with a massive headache. Zayn was ready to punch through his apartment's wall because of the pain. Zayn took some aspirin, but after that, he still didnt feel well. Too add on to that, he had a fever still and was still throwing up a lot. "Okay. I need to go to a doctor." Zayn sighed as he threw on a jacket and zipped it up all the way. Zayn stumbled out of the door feeling tired and sick still. The cold air hit him hard. Zayn shuddered as he pulled his hood to his jacket up and chattered his cold skin against the warm jacket. Zayn walked into the doctor's office and felt the AC hit him. "Why do they keep it so cold in here?" Zayn muttered to himself, sitting in a chair. The doctor came out and escorted him into the office. The doctor gave him a warm smile as Zayn housted himself onto the slab. ""Good morning sir. How are you?" The doctor asked, sitting in a black swivel chair, and swirling around to face Zayn. "I'm good. Thanks." Zayn smiled softly. The doctor turned to set down the clipboard he had in his hands and turned to Zayn again. "So, what seems to be the matter?" The doctor smiled. "I don't know. I have been really tired and been throwing up a lot. My headache is very bad and I don't know what's wrong with me." Zayn said, his head was still pounding. "Well. Would you mind if I took some test on you?" The doctor asked, raising an eyebrow. "Um, sure. Whatever you have to do." Zayn said, contenly. Zayn then did a couple tests before slipping his purple jacket back on. "Well Mr. Malik. I have some pretty bad news. You seem you have, cancer." The doctor sat there and frowned at Zayn. Zayn sat there on the slab and his face went cold. He went real pale and he let a few tears escape his brown eyes.

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The next morning Zayn woke up with a massive headache. Zayn was ready to punch through his apartment's wall because of the pain. Zayn took some aspirin, but after that, he still didnt feel well. Too add on to that, he had a fever still and was still throwing up a lot. "Okay. I need to go to a doctor." Zayn sighed as he threw on a jacket and zipped it up all the way. Zayn stumbled out of the door feeling tired and sick still. The cold air hit him hard. Zayn shuddered as he pulled his hood to his jacket up and chattered his cold skin against the warm jacket. Zayn walked into the doctor's office and felt the AC hit him. "Why do they keep it so cold in here?" Zayn muttered to himself, sitting in a chair. The doctor came out and escorted him into the office. The doctor gave him a warm smile as Zayn housted himself onto the slab. ""Good morning sir. How are you?" The doctor asked, sitting in a black swivel chair, and swirling around to face Zayn. "I'm good. Thanks." Zayn smiled softly. The doctor turned to set down the clipboard he had in his hands and turned to Zayn again. "So, what seems to be the matter?" The doctor smiled. "I don't know. I have been really tired and been throwing up a lot. My headache is very bad and I don't know what's wrong with me." Zayn said, his head was still pounding. "Well. Would you mind if I took some test on you?" The doctor asked, raising an eyebrow. "Um, sure. Whatever you have to do." Zayn said, contenly. Zayn then did a couple tests before slipping his purple jacket back on. "Well Mr. Malik. I have some pretty bad news. You seem you have, cancer." The doctor sat there and frowned at Zayn. Zayn sat there on the slab and his face went cold. He went real pale and he let a few tears escape his brown eyes.