I really felt like giving you guys an update bc your comments made my day❤️
Please excuse all the language in this one but enjoy!
3rd Person POV
"Get up you ugly bitch. You're gonna be late for school" Drew shouts at Amara from the doorway, jolting her awake. He rolled his eyes and walked out, already irritated at the fact that he had to wake his sister up.
"Thanks" Amara mumbled out, voice heavy with sleep, oblivious to how late it actually was.
Once it registered in her mind, she rolled over to look at her alarm clock, seeing it was 7:30, when school starts at 7:50. Shit. She thinks, panicking.
She gets up quickly, the black dots rushing to her head and into her vision. It was from not having food in the past two days, but she didn't stop to think about it.
Everything was put on and done in a rush so that she could get to school on time, her thirty minute walk becoming a fifteen minute run.
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When Amara got into the school building, she had two minutes to spare to grab her books and get to class.
She rushed to her locker, now noticing the dizziness in her head. She didn't have time to eat and had gone without breakfast again, most likely causing the faint feeling she was experiencing.
Grabbing everything she needed for class, Amara tried to push her way to her classroom, but all the boys were still in the crowded hallway, blocking her path. Due to the height difference, no one could hear her when she said 'excuse me' while attempting to get through.
She was getting pushed and shoved around by the older boys, causing her dizziness and headache to get worse, resulting in her stopping to put her head in her hands.
All this time, Amara had been completely oblivious to the fact that Greyson, or Dr. Bennett as most would call him, had been watching her in the hallway, noticing how she stopped and was swaying. She looked pale and exhausted, which concerned him.
Ever since he had met her in the hallway, he couldn't get her out of his head. She had been on his mind the entire night; the way she was beyond beautiful, the way she stuttered when she was nervous, the way he wanted to just hold her until she felt better.
But today she looked worrying, her face was very pale, but her cheeks were flushed. In his medical opinion, she needed to be examined and sent home.
Feeling overwhelmed by the amount of people surrounding her, Amara began to hyperventilate, knowing a panic attack was imminent.
Noticing the look on her face, Greyson began to make his way through the crowd, pushing past people as she bent over, holding her chest.
Amara felt lightheaded and weak as she started to sway back and forth, scared that she would she would fall and hit her head.
"Move! Everyone move! Doctor coming through!" Greyson shouts, pushing through people to get to Amara.
Just as she started to lose consciousness, Greyson pushed his last way through, catching her last minute, slowly moving her to the ground.
He then picked her up bridal style and brought her to his office, laying her down on the bed, letting out a sigh of relief.
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Amara POV
Why is my head pounding? Where am I? What's going on?
I blink my eyes open to bright lights and confusion, neither of which were promising. I felt the sudden urge to cry but I swallowed it, my body slightly shaking due to stress and weakness.
"Stay calm, no need to panic, I'm going to help you sit up, okay?" A male voice says beside me.
His hands slipped behind my neck and back, guiding my upper body into a sitting position.
Grateful he helped me, I forced a small smile on my face. I didn't want a stranger's hands anywhere near me and relaxed when there was no more contact.
My eyes shifted around the room, noticing a man who was now across from me with his hands in his pockets.
Dr. Bennett.
What the hell happened while I was out?
Biting my lip, I debated between asking him what happened and staying silent until he spoke.
It turned out to be the latter, "I know you're confused and that's okay, but I need you to tell me what your name is and some basic information so that I know you haven't done any damage to your head. And after that I will explain everything, I promise."
His voice was oddly soothing, his calm manner making me feel the slightest bit better; however, my hands still shook and I felt uncomfortable.
I clenched my jaw tight, trying my hardest not to stutter, "um my n-name is Amara, I-I'm a senior, s-so 17, and I w-would really like to know w-what's going on."
"Thank you Amara, do you remember anything that happened?" he replied, typing things on his tablet he held in his hands.
"Not m-much, I remember
f-feeling really dizzy and lightheaded but I-I don't remember anything after th-that." I admitted, biting my lip.
That was a lie. I remember everything, from the panic attack to the fainting, but he didn't need to know that.
He looked at me skeptically.
Nevertheless, he continued,
"Okay good, good. I was fortunately in the hallway when I saw you start to sway, so I was able to get to you quickly. Then I took you back here where I have been looking over you. How do you feel now?" he asked, making eye contact with me while leaning back on his desk.
I didn't like the fact that I had been unconscious in a room with a male for god knows how long.
"I'm f-fine. C-Can I leave?" I ask, really itching to get out of this room and away from this doctor, even though he hadn't hurt me yet.
He chuckled, almost as if I had made a joke. Did he seriously think I was joking?
Clearing his throat, he spoke again, this time more serious. "Uh well I would actually like for you to consider something for me. Your vitals and you are very weak right now and I would really like to run some tests at the clinic so I can figure out why you fainted. I would do them here but I don't have the equipment and help."
Already shaking my head, I began, "look d-doctor, t-thank you for your concern, but I am o-okay and would r-really like to go h-home now s-so can you p-please write me a-a pass?"
"I have some very good friends of mine that own a clinic and are very good with teens. I would really like it if you were able to meet them. I believe there is something....else going on that I cannot examine here" he explained hesitantly, completely ignoring my question.
Wringing my hands out, I again refused, "I am n-not going to a-agree, so please c-can you just l-let me l-leave?" I plead, getting desperate. He was already very suspicious but I couldn't do what he wanted.
He takes a second to study me, hopefully noticing the desperate look on my face. My breathing had already picked up and my chest tightened.
Inhale. One.
Exhale. Two.
Inhale. One.
He again interrupted. "If I let you go home, will you promise to come see me tomorrow so I can make sure you don't have any symptoms I should be concerned about?" He asked, irritatedly pressing buttons on his tablet.
"Yes, I-I pr-promise."
Question: do you guys like 3rd Person POV or 1st Person POV?
Also, this might be the last longer chapter.