NKOSI'S POV_
I walked into the hospital starting in Amahle's room. She was finally awake. Mthunzi sat in his chair while she lay on the bed under blankets.
Nkosi: "Morning."
Ama: "Hello."
Nkosi: "You slept through the night I wanted to talk to you."
Ama: "I slept through the night on purpose. You don't need me now, do you?"
Nkosi: "I could've just gone home to sleep, you should've told me."
Ama: "Your choice to stay was yours alone. I didn't tell you not to sleep. Are you ready for your meeting?"
Nkosi: "Yes. Sibonelo says he started with the plans. He'll be showing us phase 1 later today. Mthunzi, you spoke to the other weapon companies?"
Mthunzi: "Yes. They've all complied and signed agreements. I've emailed them to you." I looked at Amahle.
Ama: "Not that meeting. Your father is meeting your wife."
Nkosi: "I've warned him enough. The ball is in his court."
Ama: "Have you planned where they would meet?"
Nkosi: "No."
Ama: "Ask Zwe."
Nkosi: "He's not talking to me."
Ama: "Ask him still."
Nkosi: "I'm not a big fan of rejection Amahle."
Ama: "You deserve it this time." We both looked at the door. Zwe walked in.
Zwe: "Morning."
Ama: "Hello Zwe."
Zwe: "Let's check on these wounds angel." He opened the bandage on her back. "Hmm."
Ama: "What?"
Zwe: "Your wounds have closed. They're self healing."
Ama: "That's what happens when one is immortal fortunately."
Zwe: "That's incredible. You're very blessed."
Ama: "I don't think so. I die for a living. It hurts. So far, gun shot death is not my favorite." He placed his stethoscope on her back.
Zwe: "Do you want to describe it for me? Since of course I've never died." She giggled. What was that now? Amahle never giggles.
Ama: "It was different sensations honestly. On my back it felt like something very hot was burning into me and when it was inside started shattering my nerves and muscle. Everything tearing apart at the seams at the same time. Shocking me internally until the point of numbness. The ones in my head was as if someone was hitting a wooden pole over and over again. I could feel the heat burn through my skull and touch my brain tissue. I think I died from shock actually. Very uncomfortable."
Zwe: "As a doctor, you just described my nightmare. I can only imagine that type of pain."
Ama: "It got numb after a minute. Even the sound muted, it had to be the gods that knitted me to her until the end."
Zwe: "We thank them. And you. You did amazing and you're getting discharged today."
Ama: "Thank you."
Zwe: "It was an honour." I folded my arms staring at him.
Ama: "Nkosi has something to ask you." He looked at me.
Zwe: "Yes Nkosinhle?"
Nkosi: "Are you done?"
Zwe: "Depends." I stared at him. "I also have eyes Nkosinhle, I can stare right back." Mthunzi chuckled.
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