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Chapter Three.

Chapter Three.

"People in glasshouses should not be throwing stones."
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"I'm coming!" I say, grabing my keys and hang up on Zweli. I'll explain my actions later if I had to. We meet by the passage, Buhle is helping Zonke keep up on her feet while she yelled and breathed loudly. Khaya also peeks out of his room. I toss the keys to him and tell him to go start the car while I went back into my room to get her a bag I bought her for this baby. I read on the internet that its good to have one and that's what I prepared for her. It also didn't cost that much cause I bought these things each month. Little by little. Inside I check if it still had all the things I could afford to buy. It's all there.

I find them by the front door. Chery is up and running. I run to go put the bag in the trunk and then keep the passenger door open for Zonke to come in and sit. Buhle was helping her in.
"Khaya, please go lock up." Me.
"I'm staying behind mina." He says. I nod. Zonke is in. I close the door and rush to my side as Buhle got in at the back.

Off we rush. Luckily for us it's not the busiest of hours.
"Zonke are you breathing?" I ask.
"Yeah that's a very important part of all right now." Buhle says poking her head between the seats.
"Can't your scrap go any faster?" She growls.
"This is the fastest Chery can go." I say, a bit offended by the fact that she called my baby 'scrap' when it was literally helping her right now. I'll ignore her because, it might be the hormones and pain talking right now.

I park the car after arriving at the nearest public hospital.

We help Zonke out of the car and rush to the entrance.

Buhle goes off to the reception area and talks to the nurse there who gives her a rather nasty look before getting up and strolling to us. "What's going on here?" The nurse asks.
"Can't you see I'm about to have a baby!" Zonke snarled in pain.
"Yoh awa sesi, no one sent you to get knocked up wherever you did. Don't come here shouting at me like that."

"Nurse..." I look at her name tag "...Gladys, please excuse my sister, but please we need assistance. She's about to give birth now and all we ask is for proper medical help."

She looks at me up and down. "Proper medical help? At a public hospital(i)? I'll see what I can do." She says and walks off, back to her desk friend. I'm floored at the service here.
"Come, let's go wait by the benches" I suggest. She nods but I know this is not what she wants.

"I can't believe we're still sitting here." Buhle says as a whole twenty minutes rushes by us.
I think I'm in my head too much because I'm even thinking of reporting this so called nurse. Where's the compassion? Where's the excellent service?

Zonke yells again. I wish I knew what to do at this point.

"Here." Nurse Gladys says handing me papers. "I'm sure you can read."

The reception lady's other friend brings forth a wheelchair. "The doctor will see you now."
"It's about time." I mumble to myself. Zonke gets whisked away while Buhle and I remained here, filling in the forms we were asked to fill in. After that she goes off to put them on the receptionists desk.

We sit. For minutes that feel like hours of uncertainty. I look around.

After exactly an hour and close to thirty minutes a doctor walks down the corridor.

"Miss Dlamini?" He says and I shoot up.
"Yes?"
"You're the one who bought in Miss Zonke Dlamini here? The pregnant lady?"
I nod. "Yes. Is she okay?"
"Ah, congratulations. She gave birth to a healthy baby girl." He says. Buhle and I basically attack each other with a hug.