Fear is a blissful feeling, right?
In that moment of fear, suddenly, a person begins to lose all morality and tries to equal himself to God. The person hopes for miracles,
“I wish someone can save me”,
“I hope something happens to him”,
“I want to live…”
“I want to die…”
The person suddenly thinks someone or a something shall come to rescue them or eventually, remove the fear factor from their lives altogether.
Fear makes the body weak and the mind incredibly strong. The mind becomes durable to every thought as it is filled with hope and miracles, an oasis of anxious thoughts.
Something similar happens to the two as well.
Cassandra gives in to the demands of her mind.
The dire need to feel rested takes over her body as she fell to her knees. She barely kept her eyes open. And if she did, she was viewing the dead body of a stranger in front of herself.
“Shit…” mumbling, she falls asleep.
“STOP THE MATCH!!” Zayn yelled into the mic so loudly that every member in the audience had to close their ears in surprise and volume of his scream.
Douglas the the coach look at each other, frightened about something. Douglas was barely a few meters away from Alex, he was about to deliver his subtle foul kick to Alex, not knowing that the sprinkler behind Alex would prove to be so fatal.
“Stop the match!”
“Security!” The commenter yells as Zayn widens his eyes.
The count down in front of his vision paused at 7 seconds.
7 seconds…
Zayn feels a wave of shudder as he falls on the floor, lying down as the heaviest kind of pressure was lifted off of his shoulders.
Suddenly, he begins crying.
The camera pans towards the commenters’ box on the third floor.
“Is that Zayn?” Nick uses his binoculars to discover his missing brother.
Louis and Framton were greatly concerned to see him being scouted away from the match.
However, someone felt way worse than anyone on the field and in the stadium.
The match was declared cancelled.
The family rushes towards the corridors. Security team quickly forms a barricade which allowed only the Johnsons and the players or officials to pass in.
They reach Zayn who was crying out of frustration and relief both.
“What the fuck, Zayn!?” As Dan tried to launch a train of swear words at Zayn, Louis quickly stops Dan from acting abusively at the crying man.
“Zayn? Hey, Zayn! What’s wrong!? Tell me everything!” Seeing Zayn cry like that pained Louis in his heart. He could figure it was something too important that made Zayn take a reckless decision.
“Zayn!” Louis takes Zayn on his lap as the man curls in his lap, crying and wailing and sobbing.
“Jeez… what happened?” Nick comments at the disheveled and disturbed state that Zayn was in.
Framton and Jessica arrive behind everyone else.
Framton was more than disoriented to see his level-headed son have such a crying voice in the middle of a match.
“Zayn! Son, what happened to you? Tell papa everything, son. You’re scaring us, son.” He pats Zayn on the back as Jessica quickly recognises his condition.
“Guys, he needs some air. He’s in a state of shock. Allow me-” Louis looks up at his girlfriend who puts him in a straight position. As she feared, Zayn held the side of his chest in pain.
“Take deep breaths, Zayn. It’s okay. Shush…” she tries to calm him down.
He holds his hand, applying slight pressure on his chest as she feels his racing heartbeat.
“Oh my fucking God…” she mumbles under her breath.
“W-what’s happening to him?” Louis asks Jessica.
“He’s experiencing heart palpitations but his symptoms show he’s shocked. W-were you running, Zayn?” The sobbing man nods weakly, his neck feeling like it could break if he moved too much.
“C-C-Cassie… Cassie!” He stutters. Louis was alerted as he asks him with unsettling amount of worry.
“Cassie? Where is she!? Where is Cassie?” Framton was petrified, as well as everyone else.
“C-control r-room.” He says, stuttering as he sobs.
“We’ll check it out.” Dan and Nick race down the floors to the control room.
When they reach the place after being assisted by a staff member, they watched two bodies coming out of the room on stretchers, one after the other.
“C-Cassie…” Dan was wide-eyed as Nick was already sprinting down the corridor.
“Cassie!” Nick yells as he almost crashes into the girl on the stretcher.
“Sir! She’s having a mental shock! Please stay away!”
“She’s our sister!” Nick yells, again, another of the cool headed Johnsons was losing his mind.
“Shock?” Dan asks the medical assistant.
“Yes. She will be fine in a few moments after she wakes up, sir. But the other man…”
“W-what about him?”
“He’s had a congestive heart failure and has been dead for roughly half an hour.” Dan and Nick were flabbergasted at the news.
They were blank in their minds as they see Louis with another staff member running towards them. The medical team leaves with the corpse as Cassandra was brought into an empty room of the office members.
“She will wake up in a few moments. But make sure no one is triggering her shock stimulus. I should join my team.” Saying, the young man walks away.
“Fucking hell…” Louis collapses on his knees as Nick and Dan gently caress his back.
“They’re alright. Let them have some rest. They’re alright, Louis.”
“Yeah.” Nick hands him a glass of water from the office room.
Awhile later, Cassandra wakes up to Zayn and sitting beside her sleeping body.
“Uh…” she moans as her muscles turned stiff.
“Hey,” although, Zayn and Cassandra turn towards a commotion outside.
“Where is that fucker!?” They hear Alex’s roaring voice outside.
“Shit-” Alex breaks the door open as he finds Zayn getting up to his feet.
“Why did you do that!? Why’d you ruin the game!?” Alex yells as he punches Zayn in his face. Zayn wasn’t able to defend himself from Alex’s repeated punches.
He knew this match was a giant leap for his career and future, but some things were more important than that.
By the time Louis could barge in as well and pry Alex from the poor guy, Zayn was already punched around five times in the face.
“Alex! They’re in shock! Don’t go hurting people without knowing what’s going on with them!!” Louis was angry as well. He tosses Alex to the decolam wall which breaks into a dent. Alex groans in pain, but no more than Zayn who collapses on his knees again.
“Zayn!” Cassandra yells, getting to her feet.
“Cassie, stay put. You guys are fine now, but don’t move. He’s fine, I promise.” Jessica presses her back down on the couch.