Guys! Lucy's POV is included in this chap... enjoy ❤📑
Laying on the bed, I regretted everything—coming to Ghana, not helping Helen with her request, and most of all, fighting with Eva. Who the hell does Eva think she is? Does she think I can't live without her? Duh, I came into this world without her.
I ordered pizza but had no appetite. Stress was eating me alive. Maybe cleaning would distract me. I deep-cleaned the apartment, unpacked my belongings, ordered some furniture, modern appliances, and a TV to make my room feel boyish and dashing.
Feeling sick and drained, I dozed off.
I woke up to "Intentions" by Justin Bieber blasting from my alarm and a pounding headache.
"This stupid alarm! It's four already?" I groaned, tossing my phone across the room.
I showered, got dressed for work, and reluctantly picked up Abam from school. On the way home, I told him I had moved out. Poor boy cried his eyes out.
"I'll visit you, I promise," I reassured him.
"Ok, just… please take care of yourself. You'll still pick me up every day, right? You'll never leave me?" he sniffled.
"They won't laugh at you, and yes—I'll pick you up every day. I promise." I kissed his forehead.
At work, I performed like always. Fans gave me gifts, cheques, asked for pictures and autographs. Normally it would've felt amazing, but I was too weak, dizzy, and barely holding myself together. After the show, I stumbled home and collapsed into bed.
The next morning, I woke with a brutal headache and heavy eyelids. Still, I forced myself to go to school—just to see Eva. Call it a crush, or maybe more. But I hadn't eaten properly in days, and my body was failing me. I grabbed a taxi because I was too weak to ride my bike.
When I walked into class, everyone stared.
Right—forgot to check myself in the mirror.
Sweat drenched my hoodie, my body shook like a leaf, and I felt dizzy. Lucy brought me water. Eva placed her palm on my forehead.
"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I'm good," I lied, forcing a smile.
But my whole body vibrated uncontrollably. The dizziness hit its peak.
"We need to call an ambulance!" Eva cried.
"Why do you care? You hate me, right?" I whispered, trying to stand—then crashed to the floor.
And it all went black.
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Lucy's POV
The moment he walked in, I knew something was wrong. Pale skin, sunken eyes, his scent of coconut and apple shampoo mixed with sweat. My heart clenched. I wanted to rewind everything—to not meddle, to not push Eva into that fight.
He staggered, sweating buckets, shaking like a bell in the wind. I offered him my water bottle. He thanked me weakly, but I could see him unraveling.
Eva touched his forehead.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"I'm good," he forced out, looking at me.
Then, tears slipped down his cheeks. He clutched his head. Eva panicked.
"Someone call the ambulance!" she cried.
"Why do you care? You hate me, right?" he muttered before collapsing.
We all froze. Eva shook his lifeless body.
"Someone bring water!" Barnabas yelled.
We sprinkled water on his face, but nothing. My heart dropped—was he going to die? No. No way.
The principal called an ambulance. He was rushed to the hospital. The entire class followed, including Biggy, who had nothing positive to say (as usual). Eva cried nonstop, blaming herself. Mrs. Maya rushed in, devastated.
After running tests, the doctor returned.
"He has malaria… and hypochondriasis."
"H-hypochondriasis?" Mrs. Maya wept.
"Yes. It's an illness caused by chronic overthinking and stress. It affects blood circulation and weakens the brain."
"When will he be okay?" Eva asked desperately.
"It's complicated. We can't say for sure," the doctor said before walking away.
Eva broke down. We tried to comfort her and Mrs. Maya, but guilt weighed on me. If I hadn't interfered, maybe this wouldn't have happened. My selfishness brought us here.
"I'll stay until he recovers," Eva whispered, clutching his hand.
"Same," I said.
"Same," the other girls echoed.
The school driver eventually ushered us out, but my heart stayed behind.
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Hi guys!
So I saw this joke on Facebook—had to share:
Reader: "Oh my God! I love this character, I hope he never dies."
Author: Then death it is! 🙏
Funny? 😂
But wait—so Adejoke's in the hospital now? Don't judge me! This was younger-me's idea, and yeah, I polished it up a bit to look more mature.
No harsh criticism, okay? 😘
Love y'all, and stay tuned for Chap 20!
Your favorite teen authoress 🔰📑
Oziomajasmine 💝💝