Get Out!

"Huh!" Everyone in the ward gasped at the same time.

"Ouch!" Chelsea lifted her scrunched face while massaging her stinging cheek.

"What was that for? Did I do something wrong?" Chelsea demanded in a slightly irked tone.

"Get out!" Lola's words were faint but firm. Her narrowed gaze was lethal as she glared at her best friend now turned foe.

"You want me, Chelsea Macall, your best friend of roughly five years to get out?" Chelsea's eyes widened in shock. She kept staring at Lola in confusion as though she was an alien speaking gibberish.

"Get out!" Lola screamed with all her might, burning tears streaming down her temple.

Jamal, who was still in bewilderment, wanted to find out the reason behind Lola's strange behaviour and outrage. But he knew that this wasn't the right time or the right place to start interrogating her. So he turned to Chelsea and started pleading on Lola's behalf.