"What is it guv?" Zain asked entering the office. Jack and Niel were standing there talking; seriously.

"Kristen's been rushed into hospital," Neil frowned

"What for?" Zain asked trying to keep himself looking calm.

"Heroin overdose," Jack said blankly.

Zain stared in horror. Everything seemed to be closing in. Heroin. It felt like he was in slow motion as he turned and began to run. He needed to see for himself. It couldn't be true. Kristen didn't take Heroin, her arms were clean. Even if she did she would know how much was an overdose wouldn't she? And no way was she suicidal was she?

Heart thumping Zain raced to the car. Although the drive took only minutes it seemed to take hours. Forever. At the desk he blurted her name quickly showing his badge. Almost before the nurse had finished directing him Zain was running again.

running down corridors through automatic doors

got to get to you got to see this through

Reaching the side room she was in Zain opened the door. She was consious. Weakly arguing with Paul. All wired up to machines. Tears were steaming down her cheeks.

You got wires going in.

You got wires coming out of your skin.

You got tears making tracks

I got tears that are scared of the facts.

Slowly Zain walked forward. Still everything seemed in slow motion.

"Lover boy," Paul smirked.

Kristen turned. She looked slightly scared. Zain picked up her arm dropping it in disgust as he saw the track mark.

"I swear i..." she began shaking her head.

But he was already walking away.

"Zain!!!!" She almost sobbed it.

Fast now breathing heavily Zain marched down the corridor and out the hospital. He would not lose another person he cared about to Heroin. And though he hadn't barely admitted it to himself he did care about her. Alot.

"Shit," He murmered punching his car before sinking down onto it.

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"So you don't take heroin," Paul drawled.

"I told you, no!"

"Then what was it? Suicide?"

"N..."

"Cause' since when were you suicidal?"

"I'm..."

"Was it something Zain did?"

"N..."

"Or me?"

"I'M NOT SUICIDAL PAUL!"

Paul put his hands up a sneer on his arrogant face,

"Your the one in hospital for a heroin overdose,"

Collapsing back onto the pillow Kristen sighed.

"It was him," she whispered bitterly,

"Who?"

"I'm not a grass," she snapped,

"I'll get lover boy then," Paul said leaving despite her protests.