I felt the whole room spinning.
Bullshit.
She cant die.
They cant die.
Not today.
Not ever.
All this was a nightmare.
Their heads all turned to me and the doctor rushed to me asking me if I was okay.
He touched my forehead for the temperature as I said that I was not fine.
I begged him to tell me that my bestfriend was alive but his face held empathy.
No.
No.
Amala came to me and she hugged me as tears flowed down our eyes and Jonathan just stood there awkwardly.
"She was from telling me that she was expecting in July" Amala sobbed again.
"We were just on the phone talking about how she hopped it was a boy when I heard noise from the background.
As if someone was screaming in agony and i asked her what was going on.
She told me she was scared and the first thing I did was put her on hold and call nine one one" Amala said and this time she sobbed louder.
"You should see how he looks" she said shaking her head.
As if all this was her fault.
"He looks bad.
He looks bad