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Walk this way, please,” Funmi said to her frail-looking sister. “Why do you look so pale? Did you take your medication?” She asked. A whiff of breeze blew past and scattered the dry leaves on their path forming a little whirlwind in front of them. The heat of the sun was manageable, Funmi thought. But it wasn't the happiest summer morning with the way her sister was looking. “Hannah,” she called calmly but with a demanding tone.
Hannah shook her head, turning to stare into her sister's face with almost half-closed eyes.
“Hannah!” Funmi called loudly this time, alarmed.
“I feel like I'm going to faint,” the girl said and before Funmi could say another word, the fifteen-year-old girl was on the floor, lifeless. Funmi screamed. Some passersby rushed over and picked up the girl.
“What's wrong with her?” One of the passersby asked, he was a man in his forties.
“She's diabetic, she didn't take her medication.” Funmi said, her chest heaving heavily as her asthmatic symptoms began to kick in.
The man took one look at her and tapped on the person beside him, “please attend to her,” he said. And the other man rushed to her.
By evening, the two girls woke up on hospital beds right next to each other.
“Where are we? How did we get here?” Hannah asked wide-eyed. There were drip bags hanging over their heads with liquid running down thin tubes into their wrists and two heart monitoring machines beside their beds, beeping softly.
“I think the good people who came to help us on the road brought us here,” Funmi said slowly recalling the events that took place that afternoon.
“Which good people? And did you faint too?”
Funmi smiled. “Good Samaritans. And yes, I had an asthmatic attack due to shock.”
“I'm sorry it happened because of me.”
“No don't apologize, we are sisters and we are in this together.”