Poisoned By Cyanide.

Worry, fear, anger and panic, if it wasn’t possible to feel all those emotions all at once, then Amara had made the impossible possible. Because her mind was a mess of thoughts, emotions and fears, and although her body had reacted a tad bit too slowly, she was able to look up and meet Elijah’s gaze, and when she did, his own eyes were widened and he was pale, paler than a ghost. “Elijah-“ She wanted to say something, but was cut off, by her body doubling over and her hands coming to her chest. She couldn’t breathe. “Amara!” It was her grandfather who had spoken, rising from his seat and rushing to her side, Elijah following suit. “What’s happening?” Her grandfather’s voice was loud, and Amara’s head began throbbing as the pain in her chest and throat increased. “Amara!” It was Elijah’s turn to call out as he rushed forward and helped her lie against his chest, using his hand to rub smooth circles against her back. “Someone, call an ambulance!” He yelled. Amara heard this and she wante