The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 124

ZWELETHU'S POV_

I walked into the palace, up to Sibonelo's room. I opened the door, finding it locked. Okay? That's new. Why would he lock?

Zwe: "Sibonelo."

Sibo: "Zwelethu." He unlocked the door. I walked in the room. The windows and curtains were closed. His humidifier in the corner turned on purifying the air.

Zwe: "Why is the door locked?"

Sibo: "I was masturbating." Why does he think he can lie to me so confidently? I sighed sitting down.

Zwe: "Do you want to go to your club for a drink-"

Sibo: "No." That was quick. "I think I want to nap for a bit. It's been a very long week."

Zwe: "You've been sleeping all day."

Sibo: "I did a bit of work. Figured it's good to rest a bit."

Zwe: "Maybe we can go to my house? Have a chill? Mthunzi's around. Since Mnqobi has gone to his vacation we could grab Khaya and bully him into dancing for us." He smiled.

Sibo: "You know Khaya would never. Besides, he's gone out with his other friends. He was here not too long ago."

Zwe: "Okay but at least come with us ke. Hawu Sibonelo, if you want to nap, you'll nap in my house. Let's go."

Sibo: "Fine." He got out of bed, walking to his closet. Sibonelo never ate in his bedroom, the empty plates and snack wrappers were strange. Not only are they strange, he obviously had to order them because I doubt we have this much junk food in the house. This person was very health conscious, a snack to him meant fruit. I've never known him to have a sweet tooth. I need to go through those results once more. I'm pretty sure, a concussion doesn't include diet change in its symptoms. I watched him walk to the bathroom, closing the door and throwing up. That's what happens when you eat junk excessively. Especially when your body isn't used to it, and unfortunately for him this is another symptom of concussion. It could last a week or two so it's probably best he stays off alcohol in the meanwhile.

Zwe: "You okay there, brother?"

Sibo: "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with me Zwe? My body doesn't feel right." He walked out the bathroom.

Zwe: "How will it feel right when you're eating this? There's chocolate, plenty of it, ice cream, chips and so many other things. This isn't healthy."

Sibo: "But my body wants it. I think I have low sugar."

Zwe: "Low sugar? Really?"

Sibo: "It wouldn't hurt to check."

Zwe: "Fine. Get dressed."

Sibo: "You're not taking this seriously enough, Zwe. What if I'm bleeding internally?"

Zwe: "Ngenzeni ke mina? Because I've checked you twice now. You're not bleeding." (what must I do?)

Sibo: "Why are you annoyed? If you don't want to help me, just say so Zwelethu. In fact, please get out. I no longer want to chill with you. Please go."

Zwe: "Hebana."

Sibo: "Please leave." What was going on?

Zwe: "Sibonelo."

Sibo: "Ngicel ung'phumele." (Please leave.) He got back into his bed. I walked out his room. I don't know anymore. His mother is the only one that can get through to him at this point. I walked into the lounge. Mthunzi was sitting with my father having a chat.

Mthunzi: "He's still asleep?"

Zwe: "No, he told me to leave him alone. Just switched up on me."

Mthunzi: "How Zwe?"