The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 15

SASA'S POV_

Amahle got herself up from the floor and sat on the bed. What the hell was happening?

Me: "You were dead. I felt your pulse. You didn't have a pulse."

Amahle: "I'm fine." Her body was still shaking.

Me: "Fine?? FINE AMAHLE!!"

Amahle: "Please don't yell-"

Me: "How can I not? I found you dead on the floor and now you're alive. Explain that!" I hissed.

Amahle: "I can't. It's nothing you can understand, so please Thembisa, get out of my business. I'm leaving your room so you don't have to worry about me anymore." She got up, going to the bathroom. I was in severe shock. There was no pulse. She was cold. I felt for a pulse and there wasn't one. She came back with a wet cloth, wiping the floor that had her vomit. I went to shower, coming back to dress. By then she was in bed, covered. I finished getting ready.

Me: "Amahle."

Ama: "I'll be out before you come back Thembisa."

Me: "That's not why I'm calling you. Please tell me what's wrong?"

Ama: "I don't know what's wrong."

Me: "Do you want me to call someone?"

Ama: "Your boyfriend already doesn't want me here. I'll be out of your hair, don't worry."

Me: "And where will you go? To a room where you'll shock another student like this? Then what?"

Ama: "What do you want from me?"

Me: "Just tell me what's wrong so I can help you!!"

Ama: "I don't need your help Thembisa. No one can help me. Please let this go."

Me: "I'm not letting you go. You're not leaving this room. What type of person can throw out someone who's clearly going through a rough time?" She sat up, angrily.

Ama: "Do you think I did this for your pity?"

Me: "That would be very dramatic but no, I think you're hiding something else. Like what you're going through. I'm no psychologist but damn Amahle, I'm here, you have your brother who I'm sure cares for you-" she laughed.

Ama: "Nkosi does not care about me. You're a good person, but this is above you."

Me: "Then I guess I'll just have to sit here all day with you."

Ama: "What the hell's wrong with you." I sat down and looked at her. "Thembisa I don't know what you expect me to say. I don't know what you want from me."

Me: "Have you tried seeing a psychiatrist?" She laughed.

Ama: "I've been to 12 different psychiatrists."

Me: "Maybe then that's not the problem. What if you're having seizures? Did you drink any pills? I've never seen pills here."

Ama: "Thembisa."

Me: "Amahle, this isn't normal. Let's try, okay? Let's go to Mountain Peak General."

Ama: "Hell no. Absolutely not."

Me: "Then where? I thought it was the private hospital of the city?"

Ama: "It is. For citizens."

Me: "Oh. So where do you go?"

Ama: "We have medical staff that comes to us. But if there's an emergency, then we're taken to The Oceans medical facility." She got out of bed.

Me: "What happened to your arms?"